The Black Saint is My StalkerCh106 - Stay for tonight

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“Hello, love,” Andraste found the witch moping over the bridge ledge. The Argem river glittered, reflecting streetlights that colored its edges. fvcRmn

Two boats could be spotted, traversing slowing down the calm waters. Only a few days and Aoibhinn was already bored of this drab, lifeless modern world. She could not help but make a face when spotting the prince’s attire; bright glossy-looking jacket coupled with form-fitting trousers. Andraste was wearing trousers on her own terms. “You’ve taken to this era well,” Aoibhinn fearlessly spat.

The prince raised her thin blond brow. “I take well to any era.”

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Aoibhinn, still dressed in the standard guardian attire was feeling restless and itchy from the material she was forced to don. “That must be…convenient.”

“Hm, yes, I’m sure you will adapt well given the time. After all, you now take after my own heart.” cyUE1k

Aoibhinn huffed and pushed herself away from the ledge. The sky was so utterly dark and grey but the city was so bright that any mystery was washed away. She disliked the scenery, missing the evergreens and the lush grass, packed dense with thicket. She missed the howling wolves, the crowing hawks, and the rushing sound of distant streams. “I planted the spell, just like you asked.”

An eerie smile befell Andraste’s face but the witch princess was undaunted by the demon’s disconcerting expression. “It was not detected?”

“The decoys…I suppose that they served their purpose.” Though they were much less effective than she had hoped. There was something wrong with her magic that night that Aoibhinn could not put her finger on. But that was a detail that Andraste did not need to know.

“You suppose. Never mind, partial victories are still worth something. Let’s not get too down about it, hmm? Speaking of which, where is that Little Dimitris?”

It took only the mention of his name for her to perk up. “My husband? Hm, he went off to take care of business.”

“You trust him not to betray you?”

Aoibhinn turned sharply on her heel, her lips pursed and brows knit. “Of course he won’t! He loves me more than the entire world.”

“If that is the case, I truly feel sorry for him.” YmUvAj

And to that, Aoibhinn merely shrugged. “It is only natural.”

There had been a time, perhaps, that she too, loved him more than the sun and moon. But a thousand years of slumber and a soul haphazardly repaired left but an odd shadow of her former heart.

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Some emotions remained; intense and unbridled, while others turned muted. Newer ones, strange ones appeared as well, no doubt an effect of Andraste’s twisted soul shard, slotted in as a replacement.

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“Most certainly, Aoibhinn.”

“Then, so long, Demoness.” O2X4D0

Aoibhinn, frustrated, quickened her pace amid a cold stone city, angered and flustered by her own unease. Where was that silly husband of hers when she needed him?

Her heart was suddenly struck with weariness, for she could not fathom that he too might have changed over the ages.

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A few moments later Aoibhinn was banging at the hotel door. 4vtwsy

“Husband, I know that you are in there!”

One second passed and then another. Aoibhinn was starting to get terribly frazzled. “Open up at once!”

The lock clicked only a sliver and a powerful blast of holy energy struck her in the face, leaving her breathless.

“My goodness what have you done?” The witch princess coughed as she forcefully pried open the door. The power stung her nose and pricked her lungs. What was this husband of hers trying to do!? Her mood only soured. RZMX8N

“Dimitris! Since the gods have chosen you, why have you grown to become brazen and rude!?”

“Forgive me, my love. That was not my intention.” The familiar lull of his voice soothed her instantly, a strong arm slotted against the small of her back. Aoibhinn yelped before her beloved’s lips were pressed to her own.

The fire in her heart simmered down. She hummed, pleased, but still annoyed with his actions. “Husband,” she dawdled, circling her pale arms around his neck. “Tell me now, what were your intentions and…” she paused, frowned, “what happened to this handsome face of yours, hmm? Such a pity…”

Her thin fingers trailed over his visage, down the side of his jaw to touch the spreading bruise and the cut on his lip. He leaned against her palm, pressing a delicate kiss into her skin. xBk3MH

Oh, even now, this man delighted her so! She grinned, staring at deep dark orbs.

“I was cleansing the room,” Graham hummed, committing the image of his wife’s face to memory. She was just as he recalled, wild but regal. Elegant but bold. Her strawberry blond hair was long and undone, and he couldn’t help himself but comb his fingers through those locks, aching to braid them, just as he had many, many years ago. “I had gotten into…a disagreement with a demonic fellow on my way back. I merely wished to disperse any unseeming traces prior to my wife’s return.”

“A disagreement!” she chortled, her lovely head tossing back, exposing a pale throat. Perhaps there was a time he would have ravaged her then and there, but instead, he let her go, as she pushed herself away from him to stifle her own laughter. “Just because you have been chosen by the gods, does not mean that you should be so careless as to brawl with whatever otherworldly being you see. Oh my dear, how did you survive all these years without me?”

He told her the truth, “It had been hard.” 5zmKNr

Mischief twinkled in her eyes, her face glowing with playful rouge. Her dainty palm traced a line from his neck to his shoulder.

She didn’t use much force, but Graham still allowed himself to be pushed down, falling atop the white hotel mattress. Aoibhinn grinned, cheeks flushed, and wasted no time climbing atop him. Graham welcomed her, allowed her eager hand to snake under his shirt. He allowed her to bite his swollen lips, her knee slipping eagerly between his legs.

For he, her husband, would not dare to refuse her.

The only thing that he could do was reciprocate, to love her, worship her, and ignore the strange swell of guilt that rumbled in his stomach. The feeling obscured his lust, his passion, and made him tense. z9KS Q

Aoibhinn frowned and pulled away, “What’s wrong, my love? You respond to me poorly today.”

“…” He took a moment to gather his words, maintaining a veil of stoicism beneath her prying gaze. Her soft fingers parted his locks. Even when frowning, she maintained her ethereal beauty, her strawberry blond hair fell around them and pooled on the bed.

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Graham attributed his bitter feeling to guilt. But that was something that he couldn’t tell her. Begrudgingly, he half-lied, “My sorrows are ancient, beloved. They will not heal so easily.”

A cute pout marred her pretty face. She rolled off of him and Graham despised the feeling of relief that he felt. He dared not let it show. 4YDUez

“Wife,” he called to her, rolling over so that he too would lie on his stomach. He reached out, and tucked her hair behind her ear. She was still pouting. “Do not look so down. You are my sunshine, nothing will change the fact.”

But this Aoibhinn, unlike the one he loved so dearly, was short on patience and swatted his hand away. “You’re cold, Dimitris. And the name you use with others has changed as well. I do not like this!”

“Aoibhinn—“

“Enough. That’s enough. I think I will take a stroll.” She rose from the bed in one swift motion and rose to her feet, already shuffling toward the door. 324CTM

“Aoibhinn,” this time, his voice was sterner, sitting up from the mattress. “You ought to rest after all using so much magic, else your spirit—”

“My spirit is fine, Husband. Andraste had repaired it. So there is honestly no need to worry. I do not need to rest as often anymore, in fact, I am restless. Goodnight, or perhaps I should say, good day. And I shall see you before the sun sets.”

“Wait—“

She did not wait, the hotel door slammed lightly behind her. 2hPlYG

Graham did not give chase.

One beat passed, then two. Three passed before Graham spoke up. “You can come out now.”

Han Li thought he was going to die on several different fronts. Awkwardly, clumsily, he climbed out of the darkness from beneath the bed, his heart thundering in his chest due to so many different reasons he couldn’t even keep count anymore.

Was under the bed the lamest and most cliche of hiding places? Yeah, totally. 7ZCd6j

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was, Aoibhinn and Graham almost had sex on a bed that Han Li was hiding under.

Yeah. He kind of wanted to die. Face pulled into an ugly scowl, the poor kid could hardly meet Graham’s eyes. He desperately needed to fill the silence and blurted out, “Uh, erm, shouldn’t you like…I don’t know? Go after her…?”

“No.” His tone was final. AIkBZi

“…Uh. Guess I’ll…get the fuck out of here,” Han Li muttered before making a beeline to escape, trying hard to ignore the fact that he had to cross the Saint of Eternity to escape.

But he couldn’t escape.

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Long fingers caught his wrist, yanking him back into the hotel room before he could even reach the door. “Stay,” Graham commanded, or perhaps begged. “Please stay. For tonight.”

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