ᅠᅠ𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀¸ᅠ𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍.ᅠ

And now his greedy hands are sliding up Beron’s thighs the minute permission is granted. Eyes taking in the sight like he still can’t quite believe this is happening. “You mean it?”

Ella tiene raíces otoñales, tiene por donde salir invasora y entrometida.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ Invasora y entrometida a la vez. ¿Por qué no le extraña, viniendo de las mascotas de Rhysand? ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ Awwww, he needs Rhysand's help. How cute. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ Takes one to know one. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

“Of course I do sweetheart.” Fuck this is what he wanted, what he craved but not in a million years did he think Beron would cave.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ Beron’s fire flared at that, making his blood boil in a way that his own scent changed, evoking some warm and smoky nuances through his skin. “Submit,”⠀his brown eyes stared at Helion as his thumb traced the curve of his lower lip.⠀“Do you even understand ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ojalá y cortarle la cabeza. # nvnvnv.

𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒊𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒘. 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆

La pelirroja solo estaba ahí por curiosidad, no todos los días puedes estar en la corte de Otoño. Ella tenía raíces otoñales, ¿por qué no tratar de averiguar algo? Sin embargo… ¿por qué tenía que tener una suerte tan lastimosa? ¡Mira que toparse de llano con el Alto Lord!

“is there a point to your chatter, beron? or did you make the long journey simply to try to intimidate the night court?” glancing away to some spot on the wall she had decided to suddenly become very interested in. in efforts to keep up that blaise appearance rhys . . .