excerpt fr. Hatred of Women, Cassandra Troyen

The coral ballroom of the Palazzo Brandolini.

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Lyna made a small sound of approval. “I do too,” she agreed easily and leaned into Yvette. Moments of peace between them were too far apart so taking advantage of this little moment would be her biggest priority.

“It ends too soon,” Lyna complained teasingly and smoothed a hand over Yvette’s hair. “But I know that I cannot keep you for too long as you have a world to save and an army to run. I’ll be okay when that runner comes knocking, I am willing to share you for now but once this is all over well I will not be so willing.” She mused with a soft laugh. She intended to be greedy with Yvette once all of this mess was over.

yvette’s eyes flutter closed at the brief contact lyna makes with her hair. it’s getting too long, each time yvette goes on a mission she finds herself spending more time pulling twigs out of it than before, but the inquisitor doesn’t have the will to cut it. not when lyna’s hands feel so sinfully sweet as they sift through the dark coils. 

“ damn the world. i will be content to just have you. ” there’s no denying that yvette is sulking. her tone drops and her lips shift into a dissatisfied pout. but her tone soon changes to something more akin to teasing. ” they can deal without me for an evening, so please mon couer, let us have one night together without distractions. please. “ as if to punctuate her request, yvette begins peppering soft kisses along lyna’s jaw, trailing to her neck then her collarbone before stopping just over her heart.

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Everything, Everything (2016) | dir. Stella Meghie

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