"i've no need for angels,
no need for wings; for
paradise is the sound of
your voice calling my name.
"and i would wait a thousand
years at heavens gates if i knew
you would meet me there."
⸻ modern au
⸻ warless au
⸻ inheritance au
⸻ x (gen...
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"once more, i truly do apologise," evan's voice was a low murmur, embarrassment colouring the highpoints of his cheekbones pink. "disturbing you and whatnot, with the party tomorrow."
"party?" you were taken aback. what party? were you not invited? no, that was merely wishful thinking. you undoubtedly were involved in this, somehow, and you certainly were far from thrilled. "mr. carrow has already arranged an outfit for you, we've been informed, so you do not need to dwell on it," evan reassured serenely, misconstruing the alarm on your face as something else.
"uh, outfit—?" you desperately ached to return to the bed. (not like that, good lord.)
internally wailing and with no one to brood alongside about this development, you acquiesced to the predetermined schedule tomorrow. if there was to be a party, why wouldn't you go?
BLACK.
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regulus' mouth was sliding hotly against some unfamiliar woman's in his guest suite, and yet, he found his thoughts straying back over to a particularly infuriating presence.
CARROW.
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you'd made a mistake in attending this mental abuse party. it seemed as though each person introduced to you happened to be more pretentious than the last, dripping in jewels, high end designer clothing stretching comfortably over their bodies. it was torment.
