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back then, i was dauntless— Despite the late hour, Senka is not sleeping. Even if she had been, she doesn’t think there would be any missing the arrival of what is either a very boisterous intruder, or her husband returning home. Considering the letter she’d gotten only earlier that day, she suspects the latter. A slow breath exhales from her lungs, and her heart calms somewhat—Augustine is home, and from the sounds of it, whole. Throwing back the covers, Senka slips out of bed and down the stairs, heading down the dark hallway that leads to their foyer. Judging by the commotion beyond the door, he’s managed to catch Luci before she slipped out for the night, and she winces to herself; it’s her fault the housekeeper is even still here, having wanted to ensure their home was ready for his arrival, whenever it may be. Senka manages to catch Lucielle in the hallway, on her way to retrieve Senka herself no doubt, and she offers the housekeeper an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry. Go home,” she says quietly, ushering her out the back door with the insistence that she has everything under control. When she nudges open the door to the foyer, she finds Augustine behind the bar, his back to her as glass bottles clink against each other. “August,” she murmurs to get his attention, a slight tremor to her voice. Senka’s throat works on a swallow, and she takes another step towards him, waiting for him to turn towards her. She wants nothing more than to throw her arms around his neck, kiss him senseless, and then slap him for being such a fool, but she won’t do any of those things until she’s seen all of him—until she knows that he’s come back to her unharmed, —i'd burn so bright it blinded |
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back then, i was dauntless— The sound of glass breaking makes her flinch, startled by the ringing noise in her ears. But then Augustine is there, rushing to her, dragging her into his embrace and Senka burrows herself into the warm familiarity of his chest. "Of course I worried," she whispers fervently, angrily against his fur, though it lacks true heat, and her claws are tangling into his hair as though he will never be close enough again. It's only the pressure of his fingers against her jaw that have Senka moving, tipping her glassy eyes up to meet his that are glazed and unfocused for an entirely different reason. He grins, and it disarms her. She has never been able to hold onto her resolve when Augustine smiles at her. He swings away from her, proclaiming a cause for celebration, and Senka bites her lip before she rushes after him. "August, wait—the glass—" she warns, bumping into his side to nudge him away from the forgotten, shattered bottle on the floor. And whilst he rummages drunkenly through the other liquors, she makes hasty work of cleaning up the broken glass from the floor, unwilling to leave such a dangerous hazard for Lucielle to stumble upon in the morning. When she turns back to her husband, she finds him watching her with an inebriated smile, his chin resting on the smooth surface of the bar. Senka wants nothing more than to lose herself in him, to drag him to their bed or the couch or the floor—she doesn't care, she just wants him. But it can never be that simple. Withholding a sigh, she crosses to their oversized dining table to grab a folded piece of parchment, and then turns back to the bar, perching herself on a stool across from August. "I have to go to Yorkshire," she says flatly, and sets the letter from her mother onto the counter in front of him. Sorry, Augustine, but the high never lasts nearly long enough. —i'd burn so bright it blinded |