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All Chapters of Once Upon a Tryst: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40
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The Company You Keep
Once Upon a Tryst/VictoryAnne Vice
[Faye] We follow Devona down into the cellar. As we enter the room, it is eerily lit with candles. The horseman from the night before is trapped in a cage of violet light that glows cold, not warm, like the deepest shadows. I watch as the light seems to dance, weaving itself like a basket around his prone form. It is as I stand here, watching that Devona’s words finally hit me and I almost stumble, an arm holding me steady. I look up at the person holding me steady as this comes into focus within my mind. She is holding me steady, keeping me from falling into the spell. She is Merlin. The Merlin.
Last Updated : 2024-01-21Calling Avalon
Once Upon a Tryst/VictoryAnne Vice
[Faye] I wake to the sound of an ungodly shrieking. It is dark. The glasses are thankfully off of my face which means my sight has returned to normal, or at least mostly. Embyr is standing over me, and even now she is glowing faintly, the echo of a young man with golden skin, gently curling hair, and gentle eyes framing her like a holographic shadow. It is eerie. I close my eyes again as I try to stand. Closing my eyes, however, did nothing to stop the glow. I can still see the edges of her, the edges of everyone’s true selves, shining around them through my closed eyes. Whatever those glasses did to my vision, to my mind, has not completely faded yet. Maybe the effects never will. Maybe I’ll always see everyone in a type of twisted double vision.
Last Updated : 2024-01-22Kiss Me or Kill Me
Once Upon a Tryst/VictoryAnne Vice
[Faye] My hand stings as I shout in her face, “That is for not telling me the truth.” She doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything as I raise my hand again. “That is for lying, for making me feel insane, for trying to take me to that evil bitch of a queen.” I slap her again. “And that is for…”I begin the cry again. Devona catches me before I fall, cradling me in her arms as I punch at her chest. She rubs my back as she sings me into calmness.
Last Updated : 2024-01-23If Memory Serves Me
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[Devona] I don’t wait to hear what she has to say before I rush to her, crushing her against the wall, and moving my hand gently down her neck as our kiss deepens. She opens to me immediately, inviting me in as her own tongue dives into my mouth, tasting me, sampling me. This is all new to us, new and old at the same time. I pull away just long enough to ask, “What do you remember?” She pauses, giving me a look of askance, her lips delightfully plump with the passion of our kiss. “What do you mean?” I sigh. Knowing I’m about to ruin something miraculous, I pull away, separ
Last Updated : 2024-01-24As if Tomorrow is Not a Promise (part 1)
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[Arthur] The tension between Faye and Devona is almost visible, like waves rippling between them. Something happened while we were gone. There is something bigger happening between those two, something that at the moment does not include me. Is Devona simply “watching” over Faye or is something deeper happening here? I look away. I can see how Devona is devoted to Faye, but does Faye notice that the other woman looks at her with such intensity when she isn’t watching? I know that our relationship is still quite new and that I have no claim to her or her affections exclusively, but a p
Last Updated : 2024-01-25As if Tomorrow is Not a Promise (part 2)
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[Faye] “Wife?” I look back at the box, then back at him. Tonight has been magical, amazing, incredible but…wife? Married? Forever? Especially after the afternoon I had, the visions, that moment with Devona. My eyes begin to water. So much about this situation seems wonderful and tragic simultaneously. How can we be together? When has the universe ever let us be together? Never, if my dreams are correct. Never in over 1500 years. “But…I..our families&
Last Updated : 2024-01-26As if Tomorrow is Not a Promise (part 3)
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[Arthur] If someone had told me last month that having a party would lead to my wedding I’d have laughed in their faces. But I guess that just goes to show you that sometimes destiny has other plans. Now here I am, standing in line at the Clark County Marriage Bureau, dressed in designer clothing purchased just that evening, holding my ID in my right hand, and in my other hand, the woman of my dreams. The line is long. Apparently, it is impossible to make an appointment to get your license here in Las Vegas. You can get it online, but I didn’t think that far ahe
Last Updated : 2024-01-27Vows and Vultures
Once Upon a Tryst/VictoryAnne Vice
[Faye] The questions keep coming, faster than I can follow. “So are you here as guests?” “Who is the beautiful young lady? “Look over here! No here!” “Is it true your father just married his secret mistress?” “Is that your new sister, your step-sister?” &ldqu
Last Updated : 2024-01-28Skeletons in the Closet
Once Upon a Tryst/VictoryAnne Vice
[Arthur] The sun is slowly rising over the desert as we exit the chapel, the press and paparazzi are all long gone, thankfully. Faye is practically falling on her Manolo-clad feet, so I sweep her into my arms and gently carry her to the waiting car. The stretch limo has been replaced with a vintage Rolls Royce in Ivory. Our driver, sent by the hotel, opened the back door for us with a flourish as I gently placed my bride in the car. He tipped his hat to me as I handed him a $100 bill, and within minutes we were swept off to our honeymoon suite at the top of one of the most prestigious hotels in all of Las Vegas. It was a short drive, but as soon as Faye rested her head on my shoulder, she began yaw
Last Updated : 2024-01-29Room With a View
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[Faye] I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, the sun is beginning to rise and we are parked in front of the most luxurious hotel I have ever seen and Arthur is gently shaking me awake. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” he jokes as he pokes me. I rub my face. There are flakes of mascara crusting around my eye from forgetting to wash it last night. I probably just smeared what was left of my makeup all over my face, but I couldn’t care less--I feel so light, so happy, like bubbles dancing within me, giddy and free. He gives me a hand out of the back of the Rolls Royce and I stumble, falling into his solid che
Last Updated : 2024-01-30
