Location: Otok Bay
Tag: Adron Malvern| Faye Malvern
Perhaps it was the earnest memories that drew away her ire like poison from a wound. Perhaps it was Adron's hand wrapped neatly around her own, or, the way he watched her every move. It was different than the way others viewed her. She liked that he didn’t immediately fall at her feet, but rather, seemed to appreciate her for who she was. His smile made her head spin—but it was the three words that followed that were probably to blame for her lack of focus when it came to keeping Faye Malvern out of her mind.
‘I Love you’
If she hadn’t of been close enough to breathe his air she wouldn’t have heard it. Alessandra had always prided on staying above such things, but apparently, she’d been mistaken. The arrival of the doppelganger saved her from responding. At least, for now. Adron was not truly known for his patience but she had never felt the sting of it. He always made room for her. Being mentally attacked…
He would forgive her that. No matter where the intrusion came from—her mind was a fortress that she would protect at all costs. Thankfully, for all involved, the designer drugs in her system lowered her faculties. It let little things slip through the metaphysical gates that would have otherwise hit a wall of permacrete. If Alessandra had been entirely sober she might not have been so familiar with the younger Malvern—but nothing said forgiveness like a hug.
It wasn’t as if the Minister of Commerce was going to apologize. No, that was reserved for the common peasantry. If anything this incident should be taken as a lesson. Never, ever, betray a Creed.
Once she’d had her fill of the visually stunning sister she found herself returning to Adron. He was the moon and she the tide. She would always return to him, as if by gravity, or divine intervention. Her hands came up to rest against his chest while he grumbled about wanting to the murder the populace. He would feel her agreement, versus see it, and her attention turned back to the littlest Malvern when her voice rose again. Her head tilted, curious before she raised a brow and looked back up at the dark-haired Exarch. “You were pining?”
“Adron, my darling. How sweet.”
The cheshire grin on her face was one that signaled she wouldn’t let that one go anytime soon. When considering her own sister complex, at first, she held reservations. But if she had someone else on her side to double team Adron on occasion? It might be worth it. Her Exarch mentioned that he was sick of this world and she couldn’t help but nod her head in agreement. “Agreed. You should take us somewhere nice. Perhaps Leritor? There’s a new resort on the sea that we could make good use of.”
And Yorshie’s running around everywhere. Something told her that Faye would like them.
She slipped away from Adron, letting her fingers fall, so they could twine with his on their way out. If he’d really thought his sister had been deceased all this time he wouldn’t want her out of his sight for very long. The young woman likely had her own life—but she would simply have to endure her brother. Things were always taken from him. She’d heard him say it, think it, when she wasn’t supposed to be paying attention. He wouldn’t let anything take Faye away again.
“We could rest and recuperate there. Catch up?”, she suggested, glancing toward Faye, and back toward Adron. She wasn’t sure what the siblings had planned but it was highly unlikely she’d been leaving in a ship that didn’t hold the Serenno man. Even if she’d been mistaken…She still felt raw. Exposure was a silent reassurance that would cure that. Soon enough, Alessandra would sleep the whole thing off, like a bad hangover.