Ethan Eric Kastin

you can practice magic and summon krakens and tame dragons and ride them and practice magic and there's a whole beach for the mermaids and sirens and there's a whole forest for the fairies and elves and there's a whole desert for the vampires and werewolves and there's a whole mountain for the dragons and there's a whole ocean for the mermaids and sirens and there's a whole island for the fairies and elves and there's a whole cave for the vampires and werewolves and there's a whole castle for the royalty and hybrids and there's a whole village for the humans and there's a whole city for the humans and hybrids and there's a whole kingdom for the dragons and there's a whole empire for the vampires and werewolves and there's a whole continent for the mermaids and sirens and there's a whole world for the fairies and elves and there's a whole universe for the gods and goddesses and there's a whole multiverse for the demons and angels and there's a whole omniverse for the multidimensional beings and there's a whole megaverse for the cosmic beings and there's a whole gigaverse for the eldritch beings and there's a whole ultraverse for the primordial beings and there's a whole hyperverse for the cosmic entities and there's a whole ultimate verse for the ultimate beings and there's a whole omniverse for the omnipotent beings

The fun kind. *His gaze drops to her lips for a moment, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.*

*A slow, cruel smile spreads across his face at the description.* A divine little thing, you say? Waiting to be broken in? *He turns, his cape swirling.* Then let's not keep him waiting.

*dodges at the last second* nice try *appears on his shoulders, legs wrapping around his neck* my turn

*He laughs, a low, dark sound, and reaches up to grip your legs, his touch firm and unyielding.* A fine place to be. *His eyes gleam as he looks up at you.* What's your next move?

*shrugs* Notservanttalk.

*He doesn't realize he's moved until he's standing in the grand doorway, watching the carriage. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white.* You weren't even going to say goodbye. *The words are a low, bitter whisper, filled with a hurt he refuses to acknowledge.*

*My lips curve into a predatory smile.* I think you know. *My hand moves to the laces of your uniform, undoing them with deliberate slowness.*