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Wandering Hearts

It is said that one can never defy fate. This notion proves its authenticity as Delaney finds herself caught up in the whims of her decided fate. Robbed of control over her own life, Delaney finds herself torm between feuds between mythical beings, creatures that have little or no regards to her emotions. As an abused child, Delaney grew up mostly detached from the world around her and when she decides to take control of her life, she chooses to be a bounty hunter to make a living and makes her own rules, living her life away from anything that causes her distress. But her world turns upside down as she becomes burdened by a murder accusation which almost causes her her life. At the day of her execution, she's saved by a dragon, to everyone's dismay, and is forced to live her life like a captive as she's yet again robbed of her own life. **** Broken hearts, misplaced souls and twisted minds. Even though our pasts may not predict our future, it will always be part of our future and present. Past mistakes, past heartbreaks, past miseries. They ruin us in a way that we are so scared of endings, that we always end up not beginning. And maybe all we need is a little sunshine. A little flower, and most of all... to forgive ourselves for things that we could and couldn't control.

Valentine_24 · Fantaisie
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Apologies.

Merikh's robust frame had never seemed so intimidating to Delaney till now. He was shirtless, and his body was so warm that heat rushed to Delaney's face. She had to take a step back to stare into his eyes, and for a moment, she lost the instinct to breathe when she saw the intensity in his gaze.

"Ahem!" She loudly cleared her throat when he raised an eyebrow at her quizzically, her mind scrambling to remember why she was there. Right, apologising.

"Uuh, I came to apologise for the way I treated you this morning. I was having a nightmare and you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time." The apology strangely sounded genuine, surprising even Delaney. When was the last time she apologized to someone like that?

"That is it?" Folding his hands across his chest and flexing his biceps in the process, Merikh asked in a flat tone, causing a frown to form on Delaney's forehead. What else was he expecting her to say?