Art and Azak

'Sweet, but poison, he slips his way past all the hurdles and attacks human minds when they are the most exposed.' – Bloodsongs.

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(Art)

Art had always feared moving water, but this creek was the safest place he knew. This was something he knew and understood and he'd even risk drowning to see the smile that glittered in Rory's eyes. The stupidity of that sentiment wasn't lost on him, but he didn't give a damn to the warning bells ringing in his head. This was happiness, this was bliss and he wouldn't dampen it. Not now. Not when she looked at him with those bright blue eyes that shone with unexplained happiness.

This was their dream and he would enjoy it a little longer.

She dived in, dress and all and pulled her head out and spat water with a gurgle of laughter. He peeled his shirt off and checked the water and it was so damn cold.

"Come on in." She smiled as she looked at him with those blue, blue eyes and damned if he could ever say no to that. No to her. He couldn't.

He did