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He didn’t know how to define this place.
A shared dream? A purgatory? A different dimension altogether?
All he knew was that here, the dead were alive. He hadn’t known any of those people, however. Whether or not they were actually who they once were was only something ‘she’ could define.
He at least knew she was still herself.
Here, he could still see her.
Rover had visited Phrolova a few times now, but they shared few words. They would sit and listen to her collection of orchestrations, share their opinions and interpretations, and then he would leave. Even he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason he returned. Did he hope she’d say something to him? Did he want to say something to her? Or was it just guilt? For killing her.
For forgetting her.
He couldn’t even explain why he erased his memories, so there was no hope of justifying it. Even if he could, he doubted it mattered to her anymore. Maybe now that the Lost Beyond existed, nothing else mattered anymore. Perhaps that was why she tolerated his presence.
The piano of the record finally faded, leaving both of them in silence. Typically, after a few seconds, one of them would speak up and voice their feelings on the piece. Rover waited, and she continued to sit, hands folded in her lap, her one eye closed, the other still hidden behind the bandage. This time, his gaze rested upon her and he realized he had been too lost in thought to focus on the music.
“You linger as if you were a lost spirit. What purpose does it serve?” She finally uttered in that soft voice. Enchanting, even now. Though the way her kaleidoscopic eye stared him down as it opened felt judgmental, making him shiver just a bit.
“Do I need a purpose?”
“Don’t you always? Great hero, always searching for someone in need of saving? Surely, you do not believe I am among these…”
Rover stood from his chair, glancing around Phrolova’s quaint home. On one hand, it didn’t feel fitting to her at all. But, this was from before everything came crashing down around her. She was a different person then. Happy. Was she happy here now?
“Maybe I regret that I missed my chance to get to know you better.” He spoke, glancing out the window at fields of purple flowers that glowed in the ethereal, violet sunset.
“When did I agree to allow you another chance? Is it simply in your nature to believe that your company is always welcome? If you recall, the doorway to this place was not a deliberate invitation…” Phrolova countered, standing from her own seat, her dress of flowing crimson and black fluttering as she approached him.
“Yeah… A fair point. I’m sorry, I’ll leave then.”
She outstretched her arm, blocking his path to the door. Her eye narrowed, lips dropping into a frown.
“This miserable pouting isn’t like you. Now, of all times, you crumble at the first sign of resistance? Do you find me worth your sympathy?”
Rover felt an indignation bubble inside of him. Whether at her, or himself, he couldn’t say. After everything, what did he expect to come from all this? Was he only prolonging her suffering? Was he really just there to ease his own guilt?
“If I said yes, what’s that mean to you? What if… I want to try and make it up to you?”
“You could not even begin to…” Phrolova gritted her teeth, her visible eye narrowing in frustration.
Over the recent days, something inside her had been gradually clawing through her typically stoic exterior. Something abstract and unfamiliar. Only when he was around. A need for some kind of release. And as Rover spoke, every word further weakened her resistance to that urge.
“I know a mere apology won’t suffice. Those words would be hollow since I’m no longer that person who made the promise, but I’ll take the judgment all the same. Maybe I want you to take out your anger, your pain, on me alone. If there is anything that can give you even the slightest bit of relief, I’ll suffer it. And if my presence is simply too unbearable, I’ll-”
It felt as if the entire house shook as Phrolova shoved him up against the wall…
…And mashed her lips against his. The kiss was passionless. Bitter. Violent. As soon as she could get ahold of his tongue, she bit down, forcing a hiss out of him and spurring him to push her away. She didn’t let go easily, cutting his lip with her incisor as they parted.
Rover took a deep breath, watching Phrolova with a mixture of confusion and irritation. He raised his fingers to his lips, blood quickly coating them. The cut was surprisingly deep. And Phrolova stared him down, licking up a drop that she had caught on her own lips.
“I tire of your prattle. What a frail attempt at feigning regret, when your words suggest as if you were the one suffering. Fortunately, it appears silencing you is quite easy. Hmm, shame I am only discovering this now, after the end of everyth-”
Rover surged forward, this time being the one to push her, slamming her rear into the nearby table with a crash as the flower vase upon it toppled over. Their lips collided once more, tongues quickly seeking each other as he felt slender fingers reach behind his head and tangle into his hair, keeping him against her.
Greedy hands slipped behind her, clutching against the bare skin of the dress’ open back. Their lips met over and over, messily, carelessly, and with no sense of affection. This was a battle and neither of them wanted to lose. Phrolova’s teeth were relentless, threatening to leave him swollen with bites.
Already he was tired of this nonsense. With little effort, he slipped his hands under her wonderfully pliant rear and brought her to the nearby bed, tossing her onto it and crawling on top of her, taking both of her wrists in his hands and pinning them above her head.
“Stop.” He snapped, having to pull his face back as she tried to lean up and nip at his mouth once more.
“Stop.” He repeated, the volume of his voice increasing with his frustration. “What is this, Phrolova?”
“Your presence has indeed been nothing but a sorrowful dirge, permeating not only the walls of my home but this entire realm. You desire to placate me? Ease years and years of crushing desolation?”
Phrolova used her words to force his guard to drop, then wrenched her arms free. She raised her legs, locking them around him and flipping them over until she was the one looking down at him.
“Your debt drowns you. So incapable you are of paying it that you’ll never break the surface of the water. I won’t save you from that roaring tide, but I’ll offer you a chance for breath.
“I only desire one thing from you. A single, beautiful note…”
For the first time, her lips curled into an eerie smile as she slipped a hand around his throat.
“You… screaming my name as I fuck it out of you…”
There was a beat of silence, needed so Rover could process words he was wholly unprepared for. For someone known for her verbosity, such phrasing was… unexpected. It was clear she wanted to leave no room for misinterpretations. Who was this woman above him, and how long had she been harboring such… desires?
Maybe it was all a bluff. But there was only one way to find out. He let out a light scoff.
“You… sound awfully confident… What makes you think it would be so one-sided?”
All of the sudden, Phrolova grinded her hips against his, forcing a strained grunt out of him as she tightened her grip upon his throat ever so slightly. She wanted to savor the way he looked beneath her, a position she had dreamt of more than she’d ever admit.
“No matter how long it takes, no matter how perilous the path and dire the darkness… At the denouement, I will get what I want. And this time. I want your submission.” She leaned down, her voice quieting and her smile tilting up just a bit further.
Rover wasn’t having it, using this moment to grasp the back of her head and pull her into another ferocious kiss. He could feel the wicked smile behind it still, the conductor clearly delighting in her success. Soon, he thought, she’d realize her mistake.
He’d take her challenge, and he’d make sure she was the one screaming at the end of it all.
Phrolova’s breath hitched as she felt the red collar around her neck snap off, easily no match for Rover’s strength; The red strings attached to her dress wilted in turn.
“Marvelous…” She uttered against his lips, “It’s no fun if you do not dance in step…”
She released her hold upon his neck only to start grabbing at his clothes, forcing Rover to assist lest she start to tear it all to shreds. Though the jacket was saved, his shirt was not as lucky. Phrolova was still a powerful resonator, even in this place, and it was no effort for her to rip his shirt from his body.
A light rumble escaped her throat as she gazed down at his muscular bare chest, dragging her crimson nails down his flesh with just a bit of pressure. She wouldn’t break skin… Not yet at least. This was going to be a conquest, that much she knew, licking her lips in anticipation. But Rover took advantage of this distraction, yanking down her halter top effortlessly and letting her perfectly sized breasts bounce free.
Immediately he felt a hand slap hard across his cheek, the crisp sound accompanying a sting that reverberated through him. Yet, there wasn’t even a hint of shyness or embarrassment from the woman above him, no efforts made to cover herself.
She hadn’t struck him because she was offended, of that much he was certain. He knew she wanted to entice him, to drive him into a frenzy, to agitate and provoke him - all at once. Her conflicting actions, combined with a mesmerizing body like hers? It worked wonders. If that’s how she wanted to play, he’d make sure he didn’t hold back.
Rover discarded his gloves so he could feel the heat of her flesh when he grasped her breasts in his hands, kneading them roughly like dough. Phrolova couldn’t hold back a yelp as he pinched her sensitive, hardened nipples. It was only now that her blush darkened, her eye narrowing as she glared with irritation.
How dare he draw such a sound out of her? She knew he’d be rough - That was the whole point of this - but why did it feel this good?! It was only now that she questioned her methods, wondering if she was getting in over her head. It mattered not. She wouldn’t stop now. She needed this.
If only he wasn’t so annoyingly righteous. How much more savage would he be? Was there something she could have done, something she could have said, that could really push him over the edge? That would make him take her? Even… even without her consent? Such an idea should disgust her… yet imagining it from him…
Alas, she was still overjoyed that she had managed at least this much aggression out of him, and she hungered for more. She surged downward, curling both hands around his head and slamming their lips together in another, frenzied kiss. Desperate to ravage him all over, she gradually ventured toward his neck to bite and suck at any spot she could reach, delighting in his taste all the while.
Rover wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but her efforts to rile him up were working, both angered and aroused in equal measure. Just feeling her breasts squish against his chest was tempting him to go even further. To give her exactly what she wanted and beyond.
Her warm, wet tongue traced his ear as she spoke haughtily into it.
“Which one infests your mind? The gladiator girl? The blessed maiden? The Montelli daughter? When I'm through with you, they'll vanish from your thoughts. Replaced by me. I no longer want your empty promises…”
Phrolova grinded her hips against his powerfully, enjoying how he tried to restrain his vocalizations. She could easily feel his hardened bulge, the proof of her achievements. Her lips grazed his, pulling back just as he tried to kiss her so she could continue her taunts.
“I will ruin other women for you. You will have no choice but to return to me. I imagine you believe I would deny you. Force you to plead on hands and knees. But, you see... I am hardly like you. Even you, I will not subject to that painful silence of rejection.
“No, instead I will devour you. Take everything you have. Leave you drained and sore. Forever dependent on me for pleasure. Only. Me.
“That way, you will come back… And I'll be here. I'll always be here…”
This time, it was Rover’s hand around her neck, squeezing just enough to get her to stop talking.
“You still talk too damn much. Why not just speak plainly for once? You want me. Even after all this time, even after you thought you had enough waiting. This act? Pretending like it’s some sort of punishment? It’s pathetic.”
His golden eyes shined with his provocation. A strained, breathless laugh escaped her as she placed a hand over his, encouraging to squeeze her throat even harder.
“And you equally desire me… Unless… You wish to prove me wrong, Rover. You could snap my neck with ease and silence me. Watch my body fall pale and limp. Will you not grasp an opportunity to slay your enemy once and for all? Would there be true finality? Would this realm vanish?
“There is only one way to find out… Claim your ultimate victory. What are you waiting for? Let out that madness deep within. What darkness lies inside the world's savior?”
His eyes narrowed as he squeezed her neck harder still, leaving her only able to make some feeble, choked gasps. Throughout all of this, her masochistic smile never faltered.
Until he released, sliding his hand to her nape and pulling into yet another fervent kiss as Phrolova let out a small hum of satisfaction. After a moment he yanked her back, flashing a confident smile.
“Maybe I want this to backfire on you. Make you addicted to me.”
Phrolova tittered, her one eye sparkling with mirth. “Disappointing. Very well. Justify it however you wish. I will take your hesitance as a surrender. You are mine to claim.”
She dove back down to his neck, giving a piercing bite as if she truly was marking him as her own. Rover sucked in a sharp breath at the pain as his hands grabbed at the perfectly soft skin of her back, exploring the contours of her body that she was so willingly offering. The violinist spoiled him with her teeth, from his neck to his collarbone, bruising dark spots down his chest. Her tongue extended as she took a long, languid taste of his bare skin - even sweeter than she had fantasized - peering up at him like a vulture.
“What will all those damsels think when they see you all marked and bitten? Will you tell them you bedded a murderous villain? That you did not make even the feeblest attempts at resisting before succumbing to her siren song?”
Without warning, Phrolova’s hands tore at his pants, snapping his belt and stripping him until he was finally bared to her completely.
The sheer lust in her gaze darkened as she looked upon his thick cock, throbbing and erect in anticipation. She smiled down at him, clearly proud that she had worked him up so easily. She found it difficult to pull her eye away as she studied every bump and vein, craving to take it all for herself.
Though, a hidden part in the depths of her mind grew nervous. He was big. Bigger than she had anticipated. The intense mixture of excitement and apprehension began to make her light-headed.
No matter. She needed to feel every glorious inch of him inside her. She shivered at the mere thought - The pain would be exquisite.
She grasped his shaft, giving it a firm squeeze as she licked her lips. Rover gritted his teeth, doing his best not to satisfy her with a vocal reaction. She merely cooed, shifting her hips so she could rub her still-clothed crotch against his. Despite the layers still dividing them, he could feel how damp with arousal she was.
“Maybe I’ll just tell them the truth. With how wet you are? It’s clear that you couldn’t hold back anymore. That you started this because you needed this.”
“And you have yet to utter your disapproval one single time. You still refuse to stop me…” She sighed, reaching between herself and tearing open her own leggings, pushing her panties aside and finally revealing her bare pussy, practically sparkling with desire. He wouldn’t deny it, at least to himself; He desperately wanted to see his entire cock slide into her dripping, puffy cunt until they were flush together.
She hesitated no longer. Lithe fingers lined him up… and she sank upon him in one single motion.
Both of them gasped in unison as their hips collided. Phrolova clenched her teeth, feeling stretched beyond what she imagined in even her vilest fantasies. His cockhead prodded directly against her most sensitive spot, every throb threatening to stretch her even further. Her mind could barely comprehend the uncanny dissonance of pain and pleasure. For a moment, she could only stare wide-eyed at how her lower abdomen mildly swelled from his size.
All of him inside her. Finally. It was perfect.
Despite the overwhelming tightness, Rover had mostly kept his composure, at least outwardly. Internally, the sublime wet heat surrounding him was already driving him crazy, making him desperate to start thrusting against her. Instead he just chuckled as he looked up at the stunned villainess, indulging in what seemed to be a victory for him.
“Was that more than you could hand- Nngh!”
He was interrupted by Phrolova immediately lifting herself up and falling back onto him with her full weight, squeezing him so tightly that he was convinced this had to be her first time. But as he felt her adjust, he realized it truly was a flawless fit. She could take him all the way to the hilt, to hit her deepest parts, without pushing too far. And he had to admit… It felt heavenly.
Though the whirlwind of sensations threatened to make her black out, Phrolova had no intention of taking this slow, wasting no time as she began to ride Rover hard and fast. It was messy and uncoordinated, quite unlike her usual tempered gracefulness. In her mind, he didn’t deserve that. This wasn’t lovemaking. She wanted him to break… She just had to make sure he didn’t break her first…
Again and again her hips slammed against his, the smacking of flesh easily filling the entire room. Phrolova’s lips were curled into an almost crazed smile as she watched his hands grip the sheets below him. Every time she felt him slide all the way back in, she would shudder, her slender body tensing as it tried to absorb the pleasure lighting up those long dormant nerves.
She bit her lip to stifle her moans, but as she felt him suddenly lean up and catch one of his nipples in her teeth, a shrill squeal fled her throat. The sharp sting collided against the pleasure, sending her mind into a nearly delirious state. She returned fire by clutching at his back, dragging long scratches along his skin without restraint.
Rover didn’t care. He had felt much worse, after all. He bit at her breasts, coating them with saliva while leaving dark bite marks. And Phrolova fought back, carelessly yanking him by the hair so she could mash their lips together once again, finally allowing a deep moan to escape her by muffling it with the kiss.
Their tongues wrestled as sweat coated their bodies, letting their slick forms slide against each other effortlessly. Rover was now thrusting upward, an unusual consonance forming between them amidst the rough smacking of their hips. The wooden bedframe creaked beneath them, threatening to break at any moment.
“Sing for me… Let that melodious voice grace my ears… Confess what you desire!” The conductor all but ordered, pushing him back down in order to worship his sweat-slick chest, still freshly bruised and bitten.
Rover’s hands clutched her in return, firmly digging into her plush rear and forcing her to let out more and more symphonic moans. Their bodies stung from how viciously they played with one another, yet the ecstasy was only further enhanced by it.
It was becoming too much. He wanted to hold back, but every part of her was entrancing. The way her cunt eagerly accepted him, coating his cock in her juices and causing it to shine as she raised up. Her breasts, perfect for his hands, bouncing in rhythm. And now the bandage upon her other eye started to uncoil. It fluttered off to the side and she gazed down at him unhindered.
It gleamed with a dark red, nearly hypnotizing him in place. The wicked smile she wore made her look half mad, but something about that crazed expression was irresistible. It was as if seeing her fully unleashed like this was his true desire, deep down - All of it together causing him to come entirely undone.
“P-Phrolova!” He groaned, hips jerking up against her as his cock swelled before finally relinquishing himself to the blinding, inevitable zenith, unloading an immense load of his seed directly into her starving womb.
YES!! My name… has never sounded so harmonious!
For Phrolova, the pleasure was immaculate, while the ache from him pounding at her cervix was excruciating, a true harmony of extremes that only he could bring her. But in the end, that blissful moment when her ears were caressed by his deep voice crying out her name was when she finally felt the entire world shatter. She screamed as her orgasm detonated with a violent force, every single nerve playing a majestic performance for her entire body.
Her pussy spasmed around him, milking him for all he could offer as they came together. For one perfect, eternal moment, they were all that existed. She rode him through their shared climax, elongating it as much as possible while making sure she extracted every last drop of semen, until finally she collapsed directly on top of him.
Their bodies trembled against each other, with thighs twitching, hearts thumping, and sweat coating nearly every inch. They stayed connected, making sure they shared all of the aftershocks until the adrenaline gradually died down. The stinging from having mauled and bitten each other was now more noticeable, and their hips ached from the force of their collisions.
“Ahh… I knew… knew you would provide me with a masterpiece. One that only I could orchestrate. My name sounds so delectable on your tongue… How does it feel having submitted to me?” Phrolova smirked, pushing up against his chest to gaze into his hazy golden eyes.
Rover suddenly grabbed her sides and spun over, their positions having now shifted so he was the one staring down at her, a fire burning in his eyes.
“We’re not finished.” He growled, tearing at her remaining clothes and shredding them apart with ease until she was completely naked beneath him. She was nothing short of divine, a body etched out of dreams. Her smooth skin, glistening in the dull light as if she were an angel - albeit a fallen one. Slender, not too skinny, with hips curved just enough to be held tight. Even he was angry at his past self now. How did he let such a goddess escape from his grasp?
Her face was flushed, but she made no attempt to hide any part of herself, letting him take in her bare form for as long as he desired. After all, seeing the way he devoured her with his eyes was just another victory for her… Of course it helped that it finally made her feel truly seen by him. Desired. She had spent a long time watching him and he had never looked at any of the other girls like this.
“Fuck… Beautiful, Phrolova…” He muttered without even realizing. Phrolova’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden and unexpected compliment, blushing darker still.
As are you… The thought immediately echoed into her mind, though she resisted saying it out loud.
Still, the way her eyes scanned his body portrayed her lust with crystal clarity. Of course he was handsome beyond comparison, with a form perfectly fit for an immortal warrior. She’d be lying to herself if she said it had played no part in what drew her to him, as well as what inspired the evening’s sequence of events. But she didn’t care to give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice those thoughts either.
“S-spare me your flattery…” She mumbled, “Honeyed words earn you no favor from me…”
Her microexpressions betrayed the irritated tone. Rover considered a snarky retort but let it slide this time. Instead, he ghosted his fingers over her slit, tormenting her by giving her only the most featherlight touch possible and not the slightest bit more. He watched with rapt fascination as she squirmed, biting her lip and trying not to give in to his wordless demand.
The Fracsidus woman let out a quiet whimper. Did he want her to beg for this? She would rather die all over again.
It didn’t stop her from letting out a wanton moan as she felt three fingers suddenly plunge into her still soaked cunt. His small teasing was merely to catch her off guard, and she was loath to admit it worked. Her back arched off the bed as her eyes shot open, the crimson-colored burst pattern in them even more impossibly striking when she was reduced to this state. Rover smirked, satisfied he was able to get such an expression so easily.
He pumped her a few times for good measure before withdrawing his hand. Phrolova gasped for breath and he took advantage, bringing his fingers that were slathered with her nectar and his cum and shoving them into her mouth. The dusty-haired performer let out a choked sound at the sudden invasion, but their tastes mingling together made her dizzy with arousal, her body commanding her not to fight back but to submit and suck his fingers clean.
Yet, as soon as she regained a moment of clarity she repaid him by biting down. Rover hissed, drawing his hand back and glaring down at her. She licked up the drop of the juice that landed on her lip as she stared back, daring him to try something like that again.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it, slut.” He taunted, the lewd atmosphere seeming to now have fully seized him, drawing out words he’d never use otherwise.
Phrolova had to fight back a moan at his insult, her pussy practically gushing from that single word alone. It was completely unexpected from him. She knew she should be offended… yet it felt so deliciously erotic in this position… Her heart rate was already elevated, but now it was slamming against her chest so hard that she thought she might faint, too dazed to even respond.
“...You liked that, too?” Rover mused aloud, climbing over her and leveling his face with hers, “You really are a shameless slut…”
She slapped him firmly. He opened his mouth to scold her, but she grabbed him by the ears and pulled him into a ravenous kiss, raising her legs and locking them around his hips, trying to urge him against her.
“If you are going to be a revolting brute then at least fuck me like one.”
For him, hearing her hauntingly beautiful voice say such things made her impossible to resist. Phrolova knew it would spur him on, but she didn’t expect him thrusting all the way inside her merely a second later. An orgasm tore through her the moment she felt his cockhead poke at her womb once again, her arousal having already significantly spiked from his degrading words.
Rover found the shriek that escaped her so very rewarding, not to mention the way she twisted and convulsed as pleasure shocked through her entire being. He made sure not to break eye contact, enraptured by her iris’ colorful bursts as they shimmered with tears. It mattered not that her hands had locked themselves around his shoulders so tightly that her nails drew blood. It was just proof of his success in pushing the beautiful violinist to her limits.
Phrolova wasn’t given any time to recover as he already began to fuck her through her orgasm. What remained of her composure and stubbornness to stay in control was now finally crumbling around her; The feral look in his golden eyes made sure of it. No longer could she hope to hold back her cries as the bedframe continued to crack under the pressure, and with his rough grunts of exertion, everything mingled together to produce a composition beyond what she could have imagined.
“J-just like that… Ah~ AH! Focus on me, only… me…” She wanted it to sound like an order, but the weakness in her voice distilled it down to pure need and little more.
“This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it, Phrolova? Mmh… You’ve wanted me since the first moment we met… I bet you would have loved it if I had dragged you into a hidden corner and absolutely ravaged you that night…”
Another blinding white climax struck her upon hearing those words, her body arching against him as she kissed him roughly. Once more she raked sharp nails down his back as their locked lips muffled her ecstatic cry. He returned it with equal intensity, but not for long. He had another plan in mind.
With little effort, Rover was able to flip her onto her front, keeping her pinned down on the mattress as he began to absolutely rail her from behind. One strong arm wrapped around her from below, firmly groping at one of her breasts while the other tangled itself into her long, luxurious twin braids, delighting in their softness and pulling at them against the rhythm of his movements.
Phrolova reveled in the way she slotted against him, feeling as if they fit together like puzzle pieces. In her mind, this was how it should be. How it always should have been. She couldn’t counter his previous words because he had been absolutely right - She would have let him take her that very evening. He wouldn’t have even needed to ask. She would have been his forever.
“Ah!… It... it's too mu-AH... Nnh... Ahhh ah! Rover!!!” Her typical eloquence having now been completely abandoned, she wailed as yet another orgasm ripped through to her very core.
Her begging and that final cry of his name finally pushed him to the edge as well, a deep groan leaving him as he spurted rope after rope of hot cum into her already packed womb, forcing some to overflow and spill out despite her pussy being so tightly packed.
Their ears rang with the intensity of their release, sharing one perfect explosive moment that they had been chasing all night, if not their entire lives. Phrolova’s pussy continued to clench around him, making sure he was milked for every last drop until they both fell limp, completely spent and sore.
Rover rolled off of her as they gasped heavily for breath. The air in the room was hot and thick with their sex though neither minded one bit. All they could do was tremble in the afterglow while the haze in their mind slowly cleared.
He had let his eyes drift shut to focus on regaining his mental faculties when he felt a warm weight upon him. As he re-opened them, he saw Phrolova draped against him, an arm clutching him tightly. Their gazes met and for a minute they just looked at each other in silence. She looked spent but… satisfied.
“Rover, I…” She began, her voice soft once more. Rover’s heart skipped a beat as he saw an unexpectedly gentle expression take over her features, “I… do not hate you.”
He reached out, brushing some wet strands of hair off her brow. Her gorgeous eyes were shimmering with emotion, as if she had many more things to say but couldn’t bring herself to just yet.
“I don’t hate you either, Phrolova.”
He said it with a straight face, but eventually a smirk broke through. Phrolova huffed, burying her face into his chest. Still, he could feel the way she gently smiled against his skin.
“So… who won?” He added, curling an arm around the violinist as she made a soft sound of contemplation.
“It is unclear… We may have to start over.” She murmured against him.
“You have jokes now huh… Cute.” He chuckled softly but she soon silenced him with a finger against his lips.
“You will stay with me tonight…”
“Yeah… Yeah, I’ll stay.”
Phrolova hummed with approval, once again nuzzling against him as she tightened her hold. With that, they simply relaxed in the quiet of her home, night having now fallen on the Great Beyond.
Neither really knew what all this truly meant. Merely a release of built up stress and frustration? A glimpse into what could have been? Or perhaps a hope for the future?
This time, he’d make sure he came back.