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11 - Culpa et Laetitia
(Mare)
I all but run through the hallway, closed followed by my guards until I reach my destination. I should stop to gather my breathing, but my mind is racing, and I pass through the guards and open the door to the courtroom. But I regret it immediately. Dozens of eyes are on me as I hear Volo Samos interrupts his sentence midway. They all stare at me for a few seconds before Maven speaks.
“Mare?” He asks inquisitively.
I mumble, panting, not able to find the words.
“Who do you think you are, girl ?” Volo interjects, with an angry voice. “You can’t just-.” Maven interrupts him.
“What happened?”
“Noth-...” Their glaring daggers at me make me nervous and I lose my train of thought. “I just need to talk to you.”
“Is it urgent?” He raises his brows, but his voice is calm.
Yes .
“No.” I murmur.
“So, go to your room, I’ll send someone to pick you up when I have the time.” He points to the doors behind me and lowers his head.
“Okay.” He immediately raises his head again tilting slightly. Oh. My bad . I refrain from rolling my eyes. “Okay, your majesty.”
Before I close the door, I can see him sighing and lightly shaking his head, but the corners of his lips curl up in a ghost of a smile.
I come back to my room, sweaty from the running and my nerves so I take a shower and put on a simple short dress to lay comfortably in my bed. When they call for me, I’ll change to something more fitting to the court. I might be convinced to put on a show for the others, but I still have no desire to pamper myself to be in my room, alone.
As I imagine Maven it’s going to take long to send someone, I pick a book from the shelf and start to read it. I haven’t touched any of them since coming to this room, as Mareena, so I just randomly chose the book with the prettiest cover. It’s a book about Harbor Bay with pictures and stories of Ocean Hill. It’s a beautiful Palace, close to the water, with white walls and a sky-blue roof. It says it’s a royal residence and I wonder, looking at the pictures, if I… if we could move there and be away from everyone. Despite the images I start to get bored and sleepy, so I adjust myself to the pillow still trying to keep myself awake. Not even an hour goes by before I hear the door to the room opening harshly.
Maven crosses the threshold and quickly closes the door behind. The temperature of the room rises instantaneously. He’s angry .
As soon as he lays his eyes on me, chest rising and falling rapidly, I feel his gaze trailing from my face to my body, barely covered in the dress and splayed in the bed. The look on his face, lingering in the exposed skin of my legs, makes my cheeks heat up so I gather a sheet to cover myself.
“You said you’d send someone to pick me up,” I say, trying to hide my embarrassment.
“I’m not supposed to be in your room.” He averts his eyes from me, voice rougher than I expected, the anger fading a bit, but the heavy breathing remains.
“Oh.”
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What kind of property qualifies as badly conditioned?
There are varying degrees to the demerits of its condition. Professionals categorize these challenges as:
Fairly usable and repairable
Faucets and light fixtures that work but have lost their sheen, walls in need of fresh coats of paint, external weathering, floor staining, etc. fit this category. Selling property in bad condition is easier if it only exhibits such minor faults.
Visibly in need of repairs
Over prolonged use, the HVAC, or the electrical wiring may become faulty; even the fixtures may register faults. Poor plumbing also tells us about the deteriorating condition of the plumbing material, hardware, and water supply. a visible pothole marring the driveway.
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Deal Breakers 8 - Nepenthe
There’s a storm coming. From my window, I can see the dark clouds forming. The pleasant winds of fall quietly approaching.
I suppose I should prefer the stiffened heat waves of summer. The other Calores I know surely do. We are known for our flames, after all. The heat waves emanating from our bodies, like an expansion of ourselves, filling every room we are in. Father used it to intimidate his enemies, my brother didn’t really use his, seeing that he has no control over them, letting his emotions flow from him in waves. So obvious, so careless.
Of course, they never hurt anyone with them. Unintentionally, that is.
They never had to watch while their own flames enveloped and scorch the face and body of a loved one. The bright light of the fire illuminated the vision I wish I could erase from my mind. I stiffen, bringing my fingers to my forehead, pressing my skin. As if my hands could somehow reduce the headache that thinking about him brings.
Thomas. My love. I haven’t thought about him in a while, distracted by my new crown, distracted by Mare. I wonder if it is the reason why I crave her presence so much. The only medicine that seems to work against my own thoughts. It’s always bittersweet to think about him. His name still tastes as sweet as his lips on my mouth. But the aftertaste it’s as unpleasant as always. And the memory leaves me uneasy and cold. All warmth is gone.
It suits me just fine. I’ve grown to love the feel of the cold against my skin. My surroundings steering me. Helping me maintain the flames under control. Helping me keep my fire buried as deep as everything else about me.
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If I read one more fucking fic where Tim begs for his life in Titan's Tower I'm actually going to explode like?? READ IT????
Tim is a little fucking shit the entire time, fully confident in his abilities until the very end. And Jason didn't try and kill him, just gravely injured him to send a message, hence the bloody writing. Like guys- he could have killed him but purposefully didn't to prove his point.
There was no moment of regret for him because the 'pit rage' got to him, he was in full control of himself all throughout electrocuting Cyborg and Beastboy, putting Raven to sleep. LIKE GUYS PLEASE JUST READ THE ISSUE I STG
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