The Black Saint is My StalkerCh121 - A witch’s intuition

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“What!?” Han Li was quick to retort, jolting from his seat and perhaps he said a little too loudly, “He’s not my boyfriend!” jy7Af9

And if it wasn’t for the fact that embarrassment was already coursing through his veins then Han Li would certainly cringe at his own words.

“…” In contrast, the Saint of Eternity remained strangely quiet.

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Miguel merely laughed at the entire exchange, sadistically amused by the way things were unfolding. This was divine retribution, after all! For keeping him up the entire night. “Oh please stay, Mr. Hopeaharju. It is by no means any inconvenience, I’m certain. And plus, I would love to have some company, so that I am not the only one third-wheeling these two.”

Valtteri cringed, his disinterest apparent. “Erm…no thanks…I’m good. I’m going home, ah I’m going home. Have a good one…goodbye.” c2eSgf

He did not wait for a response, too eager to make his escape and no one was there to stop him. Miguel smiled and stepped aside, allowing the scout to strut out the door.

Han Li was still busy being flabbergasted and embarrassed, and unsure why he was so shaken by this stupid misunderstanding in the first place. Everyone knew that it wasn’t true! Just because he was always wearing Graham’s clothes and now sported marks all over his neck and clavicle didn’t mean anything—

Miguel’s tone was suspiciously chirpy. “I shall see Mr. Hopeaharju out. He is, after all, my guest.”

“See to it then,” Graham replied bluntly, already looking away while the other saint crept out of the room. Disinterested in both the Saint of Shields and the tall visitor, he waved his hand and called, “Sylvie, you can leave as well. Prepare dinner, for three.”

“…” Sylvie neither nodded nor confirmed her master’s words but began to back away.

But just as she was about to leave the room entirely, Graham snapped and invoked her name once more, “Sylvie. Leave the tea and snacks.”

“…” Sylvie was not human and without a life force of her own. She could not experience human emotions, and yet, at that moment, she seemed particularly annoyed.

Han Li absently watched the maid place the tea and biscuits on the table in front of them, eyeing her greyish skin while he desperately tried to ignore the embarrassment that plagued him from earlier interactions. Sylvie, from what he could tell, was a golem of sorts, and a very well constructed one at that. She appeared perfectly human aside from the vacant gaze of her eyes and the abnormal hue of her skin. m8QMwa

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He quietly sulked and waited for Sylvie to leave before speaking up, even though he knew that she wouldn’t have the capacity to judge the whole situation. “Are you just going to stand there?”

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Graham, who moved with such elegant poise was akin to Han Li’s personal butler. Meanwhile, Han Li, who lounged with his feet up on the armchair, knees pulled into his chest, was not unlike a lazy young master waiting to be attended to.

The porcelain cup chimed as the tea spoon gently knocked into it. Graham pushed the cup toward Han Li, who hesitated before picking it up. gMUFio

“How is your body?” Graham’s voice alone was enough to tickle Han Li’s nerves, like silk gliding over his flesh.

He flinched like an idiot, almost spilling hot tea all over himself.

Han Li hissed, trying as he could to quell his fluster. He did not dare to look up and found intense interest in the ripples forming in his tea. “I— I’m fine. I’m not like a normal person Grams, no need to worry, my dude—“ he answered awkwardly, only to inwardly cringe at the stutter he failed to soothe.

“That’s good,” Graham hummed, finally taking a seat on the couch. No matter how intently Han Li stared at his tea, he caught the sight of Graham’s long, muscled legs folding into a seated position. yz8eWL

Nothing interesting to look at, nope, not at all. 

Han Li one hundred percent did not give two flying shits about the way Graham’s thighs strained the fabric of his black jeans.

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“I feared that I had been too rough with you. I…may have gotten carried away.”

Even when Han Li wasn’t looking he could hear the distinct way that Graham’s smile distorted his voice, making it lighter and even more alluring than usual. There was a sting in his heart, like a sharp knife twisting and tearing his flesh asunder; the pain as bright as the afternoon sun. MEYplo

But Han Li did not react to the pain that throbbed like drums in his vein. Instead, he only shrank when he felt familiar heat reach his cheeks. Jaw tensing, he silently nodded and brought the cup to his lips.

The tea was still scorching hot, but his tongue was numb to both taste and temperature.

With little grace, he downed the entire cup of tea in two large gulps. It didn’t do much to appease the heated memories from the night before that threatened to surface, stirring up unwanted feelings.

“…Han Li?” It was only then that he realized the long silence that had lulled between them. D50GuT

Han Li perked up, finally gazing upon the Saint of Eternity. Sunlight spilled in from the drawn curtains, the golden rays surrounded Graham’s silhouette. Basked in an ethereal glow and eyes beholding untold thoughts and emotions. Han Li gulped down the saliva gathering in his mouth.

Suddenly, his embarrassment was eclipsed by something strange; an indescribable feeling, hot and all-consuming. And it was an emotion that his inhuman heart reserved for Graham and Graham alone.

Ah, this man was so infuriating. Han Li wanted all of him. His heart, his body, his soul, and blood. 

“I don’t mind if you get carried away. Actually, why don’t you get carried away more often?” The truth escaped his lips, honesty nestling in his stomach like a coiled serpent seeking warmth. Han Li wasn’t thinking much, and in that suspended second of absolute liberty, a sinuous smile curled his lips, unmasked lust sparkled in his eyes, half-lidded. cxDsmq

“…You say dangerous things.” Graham’s posture betrayed no change, for he was much too old to let his weaknesses show so easily. But still, his eyes narrowed just slightly, his muscles rigid and his throat went dry, causing him to swallow. No matter how many centuries elapse, Graham was still a man with a man’s desires and needs.

All these minute subtleties did not go unnoticed; Han Li’s senses had unknowingly sharpened beyond that of human capabilities.

He laughed, and it was a beautiful, silvery sound. “But you like dangerous, don’t you, Grams?”

There was a sharp intake of breath, so slight that it almost went unheard. “…Mayhaps I do.” b4Scr6

…

Miguel walked Valtteri past the front door, leading him to the winding road where the latter had parked his car. The air outside was fresh with the scent of frosted wind and pine, and birds wove songs only brightened the already bright sky. It wasn’t often that Britia saw days so clear.

The chill was particularly mild that day and Valtteri, used to the biting frost of his homeland, didn’t even bother to zip up his leather jacket. The driveway was heated, and no snow stuck to its warm surface.

“Should I come with you?” Saint Miguel hummed, his eyes twinkling with something mysterious. The perfect smile that he always wore served to make him seem rather handsome, but also unnecessarily sly, Valtteri concluded. 8jxne4

Valtteri paused, and he opened the door to his blue SUV. He opened his mouth and almost agreed, only to cringe upon recalling the state of his home. Probably not…he hadn’t entertained any guests in months. “No… It’s fine, it’s not a big deal… About the druid staff…I’ll bring it over tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” Miguel raised a brow. He wore a stylish cream-colored trench coat, his hands buried inside the pockets. Despite the relatively warm weather for a Britian winter, the man was hilariously overdressed. “That’s an extra trip that you don’t have to make.”

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“Ah…you’re right…” Valtteri frowned and scratched the back of his neck. “But…it’s fine. Seriously. I don’t mind.” He nodded after thinking over his plans a few times. Without a regular job, Valtteri had only random missions to worry about to rake in cash, and he wasn’t contracted currently anyways. Luckily, he had his savings, and wasting his time driving around needlessly wasn’t that big of a deal. Rather, he quite liked it.

And plus… “My vehicle…is safer,” Valtteri said, patting the top of his car a few times. When it came to anti-perception wards, very few humans were capable of what Valtteri could do, and perhaps that in itself was the merit that earned him his A-rank license. G5 tM9

Miguel nodded in concession. “Very well, then just let me know when you’ll be arriving tomorrow. Or if you’re in need of an escort for the journey just in case.”

“Eh…it’s fine, it’s fine…” The tall scout shrugged as he slipped into his car. “I’ll…see you tomorrow…Saint Miguel.”

“Drive home safely.”

“…” Privately, Valtteri thought that this saint in particular was quite the charmer. But he said nothing about the matter and merely saluted one last time, before driving his car down the circular driveway, and out toward the gates. dV zdq

Two weeks prior, he had excavated a curious artifact from the Pillar ruins: an ancient druid’s staff.

He hadn’t thought much of it back then, messing around with its magical properties for the better part of two weeks just for fun, conceding to hand it over to the Round Table Union once his shenanigans have been discovered.

But ever since foreign powers have started to show presence in Lyrchester after the Pillar’s collapse, and rampant rumors about their search for strange magics and artifacts within the rubble, Valtteri couldn’t shake off the ominous feeling that began to plague him.

Luckily, he was contacted by the Saint of Shields before anyone else, and though Miguel had a rather strange reputation, he was one of the only powers in the NUM that publically opposed the DASR’s tyranny. lT8bPk

And thus, Valtteri decided that Saint Miguel would be the lesser evil to hand the staff off to.

Privately, he prayed that he wasn’t making a mistake, but something told Valtteri that it would be best to part with the staff as soon as possible.

Call it a sixth sense; a witch’s intuition.

And a witch’s intuition was rarely ever wrong. aoWf4l

Author: because of my stupid neighbours I quite literally didn’t sleep a wink…now I got a full day’s of work ahead of me and I just…ugh. Yeah. Ugh. 🙁 Sorry if I’m slow to reply to comments T_T I’ll try to get to them this evening, or maybe the day after depending on when and how I crash.

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