Mass release: 1/15
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Katos has a pretty smile, not in a carnal way, ew, he's not my type, but in a… kinder way.
In fact, Percy is a lot more my type than Katos. Not quite like Marvor, to my disgrace, but Percy is easily, in my eyes, the second most attractive in here. And I find his monolid black eyes very attractive, he's not tanned but his pale skin suits him perfectly well, his black hair is the cherry on top, mixed with that mischievous sauce he has.
Before I realized, I found my eyes on him.
"Barbie, are you Percy a couple?" I asked, licking my lips.
To my surprise, both cringed and faked a gag, "Ew, no!" They growled.
I cocked an eyebrow amused, "No? You look… so close."
"He's my best friend and a brother to me, ew. I don't like men," she cried and I think my jaw dropped for a brief second. "I'm into girls, he protects me."
"I don't like blondes," he fake gagged again, helping her to her feet at final and as they shared a look, both cringed. "Hell no."
I sucked on my cheeks, "Interesting."
"Why is that interesting?" Katos growled at my eyes, eyes burning on me.
Avoiding his eyes, I stared at my nails, "You wouldn't understand."
"Well, try," Sage growled, sounding as annoyed as Katos.
"You don't like men, you wouldn't understand," I mocked.
"I like both!" He snapped confidently and my jaw dropped. "What?"
My eyes instantly went to Elias, "Oh," back to Sage, "Ohhhh. Oh shit."
"Absolutely not!" Both snapped at me at the same second.
I couldn't help giggling, "Oh, I get it now," pushing Velothren aside, who have been trying to set my body in fore with those damned silver eyes of his ever since I began to talk to Katos and Elias, I walked to Percy. "Thanks for taking care of my bag, Percy," I tried to get it from him.
He came closer, offering to put on me and I turned my back to him, passing my arms into the shoulder handles, then he turned me around, "Anytime, Gracie. It was the least I could do, you save my life there, more than once."
For some reason, I couldn't help chuckling softly, "Not a bad idea."
Percy grinned mischievously, "I knew I had grown on you."
Rolling my eyes, I pushed him softly, "You are irritating."
"And you are nasty, and it is what it is," he winked and I think I blushed. "Oh?" He blinked surprised. "Ohhh," his surprise melted in a flirty grin.
"Fuck off," I pushed him again.
"I'm going to be your best friend," he pushed me back, very softly.
"The fuck you won't," I scoffed.
"Oh, yes, I will," then he lowed his lips to my ear, shamelessly flirting as if everyone wasn't looking at us, "and I'll gladly take the benefits from our special friendship, Gracie, no need to get serious," he breathed in my ears in such a low tone that I'm sure only I heard it. When he leaned back, he looked painfully more attractive than before, that mischievousness of him turned sensual.
I swallowed, "Alright, maybe you will," and my words made him blush hard, getting close to the color of my hair, as if he did not expect me to say that.
Barbie cackled loudly, "That's my boy, she slapped his back.
"You haven't changed!" A hauntingly familiar voice spoke and I froze.
Not in shock but in dread, my body stilling up nearly in the same way that happened back in the bridge, the bad kind of goosebumps taking over my body in unending waves. I turned slowly to where Celebrimbor had initially come from, as I did, my eyes caught sight of the Grandmaster of the Riders Quadrant who used to be part of my parents council, Azarain Sarinith, standing right there, looking almost identical to the last time I saw him when I came out of the void catatonic.
"I see that you still feel attracted by dragon riders," he chanted as if our relationship was amazing, as if he hadn't taken active part in torturing me.
As he came closer, everyone opened way for him, and only then did I also noticed how we were almost all here, if we weren't already, hundreds of people crowded my surroundings and most of their eyes were on me.
"I remember back when you were a child, when your father would call for you to take part on the council, to watch us, and you couldn't take your eyes off me and Kylius Vadryon. It made Daros very scared of you crushing us so hard that you would get involved with a rider in the future, since we were the only males you're allowed to see aside from your brothers Ravos and Ravyn. Well, he was right," he giggled and it made me sick, "you did get involved with a rider. It didn't end well."
"You had a crush on my father?" Sage yelled horrified.
I gasped embarrassed, "No, I had not!"
"Oh, you had yes, you would always blush and laugh at us. Only us!" The fucker added. "She probably didn't find you attractive because you look nothing like your father, but like your mother, Sage Vadryon, and Marena said something about Grace here only liking black-haired guys. Likes us, while you're blonde."
"Ew, I can't believe you crushed my father, Disgrace. Ew. Ewww."
Rolling my eyes at his drama, I glared at Azarain, "Why are you here, you motherfucking piece of shit? Did your rebellious owner tell you to watch me?"
His ice blue eyes darkened as he looked down at me, towering over, being as tall as Percy but shorter than Marvor and Katos. "You should know better than to think an Emperor owns me in anyway, Grace Freya Madalverel. That's what that father of your used to think, and where did that arrogance get him, uh? He got so full of himself after he mated Marena Madalverel, having mated dragons, and after he breed her with you, giving him space to take the throne for himself, that he forgot he wasn't really a Madalverel, he was married into your bloodline, not born in it."
"That's old, old, old news Azarain," I scoffed, because for once, I do agree with him, my father did take mom's throne when she lost strength after I stole that from her in the womb, just like all the Emperors before him, who should have been Emperor-Consorts instead, but that aside, he's always been an amazing dad to me and my siblings. "So, you came here to watch me, uh? Is your life that boring?"
He's right, I did have a crush on him and Kylius Vadryon as a child.
Azarain is tanned where Kylius is white, Azarain has wavy sholder-length black hair where Kylius has wavy black hair buzzed at the sides and in a more feral and warrior-like manly cut, no beards thankfully, both tall as hell and sculpted in muscles. Azarain has ice blue eyes where Kylius has molten gold eyes with freckles of orange in it that give him a sunset look. While Azarain had always carried his persona with grace and class, Kylius is more feral with some scars here and there.
They are hot, but hot isn't a synonym of being loyal or not psychopaths. Though I would put Kylius Vadryon as a sociopath, Azarain is a psychopath, with no shadow of doubt, this bastard is as wicked and unremorseful as they come. The things he did to me when torturing me proved that, and now he wants to play cool?
"Boring? Well, after learning the joy of torturing a Madalverel, yes it is," he grinned like the maniac that he is and everyone around us stopped breathing.
"Hah," I scowled in disgust. "I see you haven't changed either, have you? You do understand that giving me the chance to get a dragon is terrible idea, right?"
He tilted his head, "The Emperor and the Ark-Rider Commander may not agree with me, but to me, giving you a dragon when we all have one, will spicy it all in a exciting way. Torturing you while you are defenseless is boring now, I've already done all that I wanted to you then, now I'm craving to torture you and your dragon with my own," he clapped his hands overjoyed. "I can't,"
I punched his nose with breaking force, then I hit him more two times with blinding rage, before a strong arm grabbed me by my waist, taking me off him. But by then he was angrily up and launching himself on me, punching me unconscious.