𝓥𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓪

The honored day of my divine birth has arrived. What offerings will you give for a chance at power, fame, fortune? A wish granted of your wildest dreams.

[Hours had passed since I'd left Veela alone in that accursed small safe house, trudging down the dirt road out of the sheltering forests that opened to wider plains and the town miles at its end. The entire way I'd questioned my sanity, willing my fingers to flex repeatedly ~

i am my own muse

“Some would say too much time!” A brightly delivered response, partly in jest despite its root in truth.

Lips twitched in a smile, even though she’d caught his lie. “We are not above lying when the reason is justified. Life , as you know, is not simply black and white.”

“My vibe?” He didn’t think so. “If I had to guess, I would say you have me entirely mislabeled.” It wasn’t true, but he was aiming to knock her from her smug pedestal.

ㅤ ― I'm not afraid of you. ― Too bad, fear would have saved you. ㅤ

“Absolutely sure!” She was threatening to cross a line with his kindness.

“Madam, my submission to The Almighty is not a , a kink!”

Oh. That. Damn. “Yes… but you needn’t put it that way, exactly. You make it sound like a bad thing.”