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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]Lochlan’s words, while confident in himself and his own ability, struck Evelyn as unfortunately true. One thing she didn’t have to do was worry about him. She was sure Lochlan possessed an endless supply of tricks up his sleeves and he wouldn’t allow a repeat encounter like what happened in the duels. The abilities she knew of Hera were poison, possession, influence, destiny and darkness but that didn’t account for anything when it came to predictability.

Evelyn sipped her drink to fill the growing silence between them. She even raked her fingers through her hair and sighed. [color=ffc300]“I just try to give everyone an even playing field. Even if you don’t need it. And I try to look after myself in the process.”[/color] She flashed a coy smile, like it was a secret that she had some self-preservation.

[color=#ffc300]“I’ve got to g—”[/color] She began to step away.

[color=f1724b]“Hi, Evelyn, hi Lochlan. Do you mind if we join you?”[/color] Nelly greeted them with Fiona and a new demigod in tow.

Evelyn reluctantly paused, eyes quickly flickering to Lochlan to be the charming extrovert or the dismissive mean guy. Or maybe she only hoped it because then she could creep away without seeming rude.

As Nelly flew forward with introductions and her objective, Evelyn glanced to the dark haired man and flashed him a pleasant smile on cue, then looked over at Fiona who held a very contrasting energy. But maybe more alcohol would make her jolly and talkative? Or work the opposite way, entirely depending on where impulses took her.

[color=#ffc300]“Well, the good news is with Nelly and Fiona as your guides you’re already well versed, socially anyway.”[/color]

She imagined Morne was reasonably put up to speed too, but last time she assumed that, she dealt with a very confused Elysium. Was it possible Nelly had lost room for gossip and her loose tongue, or maybe the less people they told about activities around the corner the better. But Nelly never quite struck her as so deliberately careful or deceiving for the latter. And Fiona didn’t look like she delved into rumors and expectations for fun. 

While these thoughts ran through her brain, she was looking a little too intently at Morne and Fiona, trying to extract all their secrets and what they knew to lay them bare. Thankfully, there was a touch of friendliness in her eyes and lips to stop her from appearing totally creepy or threatening. Nelly popped up from the bar and gave them the run down of her favorite drink, sparing them her gaze. She offered a smile to the most energetic of them all. [color=#ffc300]“None for me, thanks.”[/color]

[color=f1724b]“You know, I really want to go into this New Year with no regrets. There is one I do have though. But I do have time to rectify it. If y'all would excuse me, I'll see if I can get back before midnight.”[/color]

Sylas had been content enough wandering around the party with his hands in his pockets, watching and observing rather than partaking. There were a few interesting developments that caught his attention here and there, along with the satisfaction of knowing he was at least moderately correct about Anissa and [i]River.[/i] His sister was sitting with Duke which seemed [i]odd[/i] but something he made a note to keep an eye on, and to everyone’s benefit, the nosy busy bodies seemed to be keeping themselves occupied with one another. Otherwise the party felt like it was losing some of its luster and numbers were dwindling.

At one point his attention shifted over to the familiar mane of red hair in the enchanting white dress, contemplating if he should say to hell with waiting until midnight. But when he found her she was standing over Lochlan as he stumbled to the ground. While Evelyn tried to support his weight, the man ran his hand along her leg as he found his way back to his feet. In the flash of a moment, the sight caused a visceral knot to twist and tug in his stomach. Sylas’s pulse quickened as he clenched his fist and took a step forward. 


He wasn’t able to make it far when a flurry of auburn hair beelined straight for Evelyn and Lochlan before turning her attention toward him. Nelly stopped right in front of him and spoke up before he had a chance to escape. [color=f1724b]"I know you're not a huge fan of me, but I wanted to remedy the mistake I made earlier this year at the last party. I am sure you already have someone in mind for who you want to be with at midnight, so maybe we can make this quick. I just wanted go in the New Years regret free, and I hate that I didn't pick up the lures you were casting. I just didn't understand the rules of 7 minutes in Heaven. So would it be okay to ask you to kiss me real quick or it can be vice versa? And if so, we can do it away from the crowd if you want."[/color]

Sylas contemplated walking around the notorious yapper but the more she spoke the more curious and utterly confused he became. It took no small amount of control for him not to burst out in laughter or to keep his jaw from dropping in genuine bewilderment. He was able to hold it together for a couple seconds before the deep and genuine chuckle rolled out of his mouth, quickly muted by the first crack of a firework overhead that decorated the sky in bright crimson and gold. [color=0a6d6b]"I’m not in the business of erasing other’s regrets, [i]dear little Nelly.[/i]"[/color] His voice purred as he leaned toward her slightly, making sure she could hear him over the thundering lightshow emitting from the arena. He hooked his index finger under her jaw, guiding her to look up into his eyes as he got temptingly close… Close enough that when he spoke his next words, she could feel the warmth of his breath brushing across her lips. [color=0a6d6b]"You missed out on one [i]hell[/i] of a kiss."[/color]

With that, he released his hold on Nelly and walked around her without a single glance backwards. 

The daughter of Hermes left as quickly as she came with the group and, openly interested in her mysterious mission, Evelyn’s eyes tracked Nelly with a smile. She seemed to sail across the field and home in on [i]Sylas!?[/i] Evelyn’s initial amusement made way for blatant curiosity and confusion. Whatever she was hoping to achieve or [i]‘rectify’[/i] with Sylas was something she would die to be a fly on the wall for. Weirder yet, he laughed and he leaned in and Evelyn averted her gaze. It wasn’t her business.

As the fireworks continued to rumble overhead, Sylas spared a glance toward the arena noting how close midnight was and decided he had done enough waiting. He detoured past the bar, grabbing the first available shot, downed it, and slammed the glass back down on the counter as he continued walking. He noticed the handful of people that lingered around Evelyn, but it was New Year’s Eve, almost midnight, and he had a burning desire to claim her, no matter who saw. 

Sylas joined the small gathering of Fiona, Lochlan and some man he didn’t give a flying fuck to meet. He shoved past anyone who was in his way as his gaze was fixated on Evelyn and only Evelyn. His right hand rose to gently, but demandingly, seize her neck in his grasp and then he pulled her closer until her chest brushed against his. He held her gaze intently, waiting temptingly close as the tip of his thumb ran along her throat and the ghost of his lips hovered a breath away from hers. Once the final cacophony of fireworks roared around them, his other hand slid around her waist, rested against her lower back and pulled her against him. Then his lips pressed against hers with a wild abandon and zero concern for anyone around them.

She saw him approaching, figuring he had come to say goodnight and bid a happy new year before he slunk off to do some revision on his acquaintances and plotting: who to use, who to avoid, who to turn against who, who to bed. The unwelcome thought caused a twinge of annoyance. But she turned to receive his final words nonetheless.  [color=ffc300]“How nice of you to–”[/color] There was no bracing for him. Startled, her fingers clung to his wrist and she backed up a few paces and tried to pull away before he pulled her in. There, she caught his gaze and her eyes travelled to his lips, a mere inch apart from her own. While her pulse quickened in anticipation and thrill, she silently pleaded for him not to do what they both wanted. Something she couldn’t quite bring herself to verbalize under his touch.

He gave her another pull and their lips met. Evelyn’s eyes widened in horror. This was public. Had he gone mental!? Yet, his lips felt nice to have on hers again, untamed and passionate. For a moment, a blissful moment, Evelyn allowed her eyes to close and move her lips with his. Didn’t it feel right? But just as she began to enjoy it and get swept away in the moment, her mind alerted her to the obvious view they were in of many. She moaned her protest, arms wedging between them before tearing herself away. [color=ffc300]“What are you doing?”[/color] She demanded. They weren’t in the confines of their cabins or shrouded in trees, they were public. And their [i]thing[/i], whatever it was, had always been private.

She wiped her thumb across her lips looking elsewhere, riddled in dirt, shame and guilt. While Sylas had the right to engage with whoever however he wanted, she felt dirty that he could do whatever with Nelly then try to claim her as his favorite toy in a flash. And what about Nelly? How did she feel? But what could Evelyn say? ‘You don’t get to treat me that way’? Sylas could treat her how he wished, he had no obligation to her. She couldn’t even be mad at him technically. Her arms dropped to her sides, defeated.

Sylas inhaled deeply through his nose as his hands fell through the air at the absence of her body in his arms. The tip of his tongue ran along his bottom lip as if to savor their kiss a moment longer before he opened his eyes to look across the growing expanse between them. The muscle in his jaw tensed, brows furrowed, and teeth clenched as he watched Evelyn wipe her mouth almost like his kiss was tainted. He spared a glance toward the others that surrounded them before flicking his gaze back to her.

It wasn’t often that Sylas felt embarrassed or unable to think quickly on his feet. He should have known better. He was aware of her effect on him, yet he let himself slip into a moment of selfish vulnerability in full view of some of the [i]worst[/i] people to see him in that light. The quick elevation of his pulse deafened him to everything around him. He could feel the heat building in his chest, threatening to become visible across his face. His hand flexed at his side as he took a step backwards. [color=0a6d6b]"Making a mistake, [i]apparently.[/i]"[/color] A cold venom laced his words as he took a defensive step backwards and averted his gaze. 

Before any of them could catch a glimpse of the emotions that attempted to reveal themselves across his face, Sylas removed himself from the group. He turned his back to them and started making his way toward the edge of the party, locking away his feelings behind a stoic facade until he was within the safety of his own cabin. 

Her icy stare fell back on him at his words, part offended and part…hurt. He walked off and somehow Evelyn felt a new level of shame and guilt and exposure wash over her. She didn’t dare scan for any eyes or reactions too afraid to acknowledge them, but she would steal glances at Sylas’s retreating figure. Of course she considered leaving it at that. The last thing she wanted was to have more potential witnesses or to extend their show. She sighed through her nose with only one solution that didn’t aid appearances, but it got them alone and inhibited Sylas from slithering away. And the next thing she knew, she was walking off in the same direction as him.

She hurried after him to try to make up for lost ground and thankfully his silhouette came into view outside of the field. He hadn’t reached his cabin yet where he could simply lock up and ignore her. As she neared, Evelyn darted in front of him putting a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. Though she immediately released him like it stung, sure he wasn’t a fan of being touched right now, least of all by her.

[color=ffc300]“That was brutal Sylas, even for you,”[/color] she told him evenly. Though she did taste alcohol on him so maybe that was to play in his impulsive act and harsh burn. 

Sylas sucked in a sharp breath, faltering slightly to stop his momentum so he didn’t slam right into her. His jaw tensed as his gaze fell to her withdrawing hand, like every part of him was toxic and if she touched him for too long he’d contaminate her. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, turning his head away slightly to focus on the snow covered trees or distant campers funneling into their cabins. [color=0a6d6b]"[i]‘See you at midnight,’[/i]"[/color] he repeated his earlier words. His voice rang out in the cold space between them, mirroring her even tone as he shifted the conversation back to her. [color=0a6d6b]"What did you [i]think[/i] I meant?"[/color]


Well, of course he meant [i]something.[/i] [color=ffc300]“You looked a little preoccupied,”[/color] she muttered, suddenly withdrawn and small. But he didn’t get to behave like she did him wrong when she asked a completely valid question. [i]What the hell did he think he was doing?[/i] He did whatever with Nelly then thought he could beeline to her because the clock struck a certain time. [color=ffc300]“Shamelessly hopping between people is…”[/color] She didn’t want to say low or something with too much bite she couldn’t take back, given all they’ve been through. [color=ffc300]“Classy.”[/color] Now she was being unbefittingly sarcastic. What she devolved to around him was always more unbecoming, but she couldn’t help it.

She looked around, having no desire to delve deeper into their affairs in the open. She could feel herself losing her composure and sensibilities. [color=ffc300]“Walk with me.”[/color] She turned her back to him and took a couple of steps. Evelyn had a second thought to ask him instead or add please, glancing over her shoulder but the whole situation had soured her and manners could be forgotten for the moment. And for once, he could do as he was told. He didn’t have to fret, she’d only walk the rest of the way to his cabin to sort things out. 

[color=0a6d6b]"[i]What the f—[/i]"[/color] His attention snapped back to Evelyn at her accusation, but she was already continuing forward as if she already knew he’d follow her command whether he agreed to it or not. Sylas swallowed, giving himself a moment to attempt to compose himself until they were somewhere more… private. After all, that was what she wanted, wasn’t it? For him to remain her dirty little secret? She could dance with the darkness in secret, but couldn’t let herself be seen flirting with it in the light of day. He shook his head, following after her with his hands in his pockets and eyes fixated on the ground. Sylas didn’t need to look where she was going, he already knew, and it was like muscle memory to him after months at camp. It didn’t take them long to round the arena and make their way up the small secluded path to his cabin. His pace quickened just enough to ascend the stairs to the entrance before her and open the door. 

Entering his area granted the raw space for them to talk like she wanted but watching him pass her and hold the door open made her pause briefly. Entering his cabin felt unwise because it was entirely his territory and confining. Whether it was courage, stubbornness or stupidity, something propelled her forward proceeding through his threshold anyway to deal with the daunting son of Eris.

Once she was inside, he followed after her and locked away the rest of camp. Sylas’s hand gently but commandingly pressed against Evelyn’s stomach, stopping her from walking further into his cabin and backed her into the nearest wall. He held her in place as he took a step toward her, looking down into her blue eyes within the darkness of his living room. Her words had been replaying like a broken record with every footstep. Now that she had her [i]precious[/i] privacy, he wanted answers. [color=0a6d6b]"The fuck do you mean [i]’hopping between people’[/i]?"[/color] His whisper filled the silence, deep and sharp with a cold defensiveness. It was one thing to be caught in his own bullshit but being accused for something he didn’t do… by [i]her?[/i] It struck something in him he couldn’t describe that made him feel like a wild animal backed into a corner. 

Evelyn glanced quickly at the wall to her back as if the confines of the cabin had indeed betrayed her, then locked on Sylas looming over her. Her lips parted, thinking of a retort was easy while it’d be equally as self-incriminating. It’d confess she sought him out more than she wanted to at least. She swallowed a gulp of air as her hands rested on his chest. [color=ffc300]“Nelly.”[/color] The name departing immediately made her feel stupid.

The daughter of Hermes wasn’t the exclusive problem. Sylas and Nelly’s thing didn’t stem from attraction between the two that she could tell, but it was [i]something.[/i] [color=ffc300]“Seduction of your victims,”[/color] she said again. [color=ffc300]“I’d hope you’d at least keep it some minutes apart.”[/color]

A dark glint flashed across his eyes and his nostrils flared at her words. Sylas’s free hand pressed against the wall beside her head as he leaned in close enough that she had nowhere else she could look, but at him. [color=0a6d6b]"[i]Nelly—[/i]"[/color] he visibly grimaced like the girl’s name tasted like acid in his mouth, [color=0a6d6b]"—Came to [i]me[/i]. Asked [i]me[/i] for a kiss."[/color] His head dipped further until the tip of his nose hovered so dangerously closer to hers, that the touch could almost be felt like a phantom caress. [color=0a6d6b]"If you’re going to watch me, you could at least make sure you knew what you were talking about before accusing me."[/color] His gaze drifted along her face, taking in her sharp nose, square jawline, and unblemished skin before finding his way back to her eyes. There was a faintest hint of honest vulnerability hidden in his words. [color=0a6d6b]"I didn’t kiss her."[/color]

Why did it bother her? Why did [i]Nelly[/i] bother her? The girl was an annoying mosquito that didn’t know how to shut up and rarely garnered more than a passing detestable thought. She was probably the [i]last[/i] person at camp to earn a second glance. But just the thought of him playing his little games with her bothered Evelyn. It couldn’t be because they were friends. He never saw the two of them share more than a friendly word in passing. It didn’t make sense.

Unless…

Sylas’s demeanor shifted from defensive to dominant and probing. His hand ran up her torso. A feather-light brush of a single finger ran along the fabric stretched taut between her breasts, touch climbing higher until he seized her neck in his grasp a second time. His thumb trailed from the base of her throat up to her chin and tilted her head backwards to look him in the eye. [color=0a6d6b]"Why do you care, Evelyn?"[/color] His gaze never averted, searching her face intently for any shift or slip in emotion. [color=0a6d6b]"You’ve never been the jealous type."[/color] 

This was all wrong. Somewhere along the lines she decided on silence and ignoring this whole situation as she scolded herself for ever allowing herself to get visibly frustrated or say anything. But Sylas would allow no such escape. Her chest thrummed harder as his hand crawled up her torso to her neck where an involuntary small gasp escaped when he grabbed her. She met his gaze as he wished but stared back with a certain coolness and defiance. Her lips were sealed.

He took a step forward, slowly pressing his chest against hers until she was pinned in place between him and the wall. The tip of his nose traced the edge of her jaw and curved around the cusp of her ear as he guided his lips close enough for her to hear the faintest of whispers. [color=0a6d6b]"If you want me to yourself…"[/color] His words were breathy and hot against her skin, laced with control and a hidden desire to hear Evelyn admit what she wanted. [color=0a6d6b]"Then say it."[/color]

She hadn’t turned hard of hearing but it seemed difficult to believe what he was saying. The conclusion she was afraid of, threateningly close to a potential true dark desire. And what would it accomplish for him other than a petted ego? She drew away a fraction only to turn her head towards him as her fingertips delicately prompted Sylas’s face up, forfeiting any hiding or distracting sensations beyond her eyeline. She needed to gauge him and see him properly. Evelyn’s eyes searched him fascinated, like a new piece of the puzzle had come into the light. Her lips twitched in an unsure smile before faltering. [color=ffc300]“Sylas…”[/color] she began with a small shake of her head. That was unfair of him but playing fair was never his priority. [color=ffc300]“What if I did want that? What if I confessed I wanted you all to myself? What would [i]you[/i] get out of that?”[/color]


Sylas’s head lulled to her touch, moving as she commanded until he was looking down into her eyes from beneath his dark, prominent brows. He was of two minds when it came to her question and they were both fighting to overshadow the other and speak. The easy, manipulative, and almost reflexive answer was… [i]nothing.[/i] He got nothing from her confession beyond power and control over her through a chokehold on her emotions. But then there was a hidden, tentative reality masked by his flippant and cold demeanor, a vulnerable truth that he himself struggled to come to terms with. Both thoughts twisted and churned in his gut as he tried to detangle them and choose which one to voice. [color=0a6d6b]"I’d get [i]you.[/i]"[/color] The words fell from his mouth before he could wrangle his conflicting halves and make a conscious decision. With the confession, his gaze averted to space on the wall beside her as he slowly started to pull away.

It was hard to imagine him tethered to anyone. Much more herself. She always figured Sylas had the appetite for people and games like she did knowledge. Enough was never enough, she wouldn’t suffice. Did he have any idea what he was saying? Did [i]she[/i] have any idea what he was saying? While her mind ran rampant and her head was in a muddle, she still couldn’t fight the hint of warmth and excitement inside due to his response. All she could do was stare speechless for a while, eyes tracking his every shift in movement.

Between the drinks she had and her mess of emotions around him, she didn’t trust herself to make the right judgement in that moment. [color=ffc300]“You can force me to say it if you like,”[/color] she added lower, knowing well he wouldn’t like that option. As she also knew better than to believe Sylas would let her skirt around a genuine response of her own. 

[color=0a6d6b]"I may be a monster,"[/color] Sylas admitted beneath his breath. [color=0a6d6b]"But I’ve [i]never[/i] used my powers against you."[/color] The insinuation of her comment made his words run cold and distant while his body mirrored the intent. His hand started to slide down the wall alongside her arm as the space between them grew slowly, inch by inch. While he could use his abilities to manipulate and puppet others like his own personal playthings, Evelyn was the one person who sought him of her own volition. He had grown almost addicted to her presence and the way she didn’t recoil from him. And while he was desperate to catch a glimpse into her mind and what she [i]really[/i] felt, that was the one time where he knew forcing it would only make it all come crashing down. No matter how much he fucking hated it.

Her eyes scanned him still. She knew he had never used his powers against her. At least she thought she knew but something gambled he hadn’t. Every moment and word she gave him struck as clear, free and true. Steadily, Evelyn aimed to close the distance and rift between them that she caused, both physical and mental. If he allowed it. [color=ffc300]“I —”[/color] The words stuck, suddenly becoming difficult. She couldn’t do it. She placed one hand on his chest, fingers gently twisting into his shirt while the other slid cautiously up his torso to hook onto his shoulder like he was some wild beast that could lash out in a moment’s notice. She pushed off the wall and pressed her chest to his, not as commanding as him but checking if she could be this close. She found herself leaning into the man she was most magnetized to then forced herself to pause, lips hovering over his. She glanced hesitantly between his eyes and lips. A realization seemed to strike her at the same time. He rarely, if ever, initiated physical contact with her or others outside of some ploy. It was gentlemanly on one hand, on the other, it could’ve been part of his grand game. She chewed her bottom lip though she couldn’t tell if she was doing it out of a sudden anxiousness of why that was, or eagerness to have him. [color=ffc300]“Kiss me again,”[/color] she whispered, somewhere between asking and telling him.

Despite a certain leniency he tended to have with her she knew she didn’t walk on water around him and her luck had been pushed repetitively. This time there was no public or other girl to do it for show or whatever compelled him beforehand. There were just the two of them.  But this felt like something she needed even when she didn’t quite know what she was testing or what exactly she wanted proof of.

Sylas didn’t pull away when she struggled to find words but he didn’t step closer either. He remained stoic, distant, and unchanging… That was until her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt like he was an animal in need of leashing to keep him from pulling away. His gaze studied her face intently as she attempted to close the distance he created between them. There was a strong urge to pull away, to sever the connection Evelyn desired until he got an answer from her. If it was anyone else he wouldn’t give a second thought to the limbo they had grown complacent in… But he wanted more, as much as that realization made him want to pull away and cling to her more. It would only muddy the clarity he sought if he caved to her touch. But then he zoned in on the way she bit her bottom lip and the desperation in her voice, entranced and unable to deny her. 

His hands hungrily seized her waist, pushing her back against the wall as his body followed, pressing against her. He held her gaze, prolonging the moment and anticipation until every ounce of Evelyn was begging for him to close the last sliver of space that separated them. Sylas pressed his lips against hers, passionate and deep, skipping over any pretenses of gentle tenderness. A heavy exhale slipped from his nose and caressed her cheek when he was unwilling to pull away long enough for either of them to catch their breaths. 

She knocked back into the wall again, breath hitching and she clutched him tighter without thought. The way he looked at her sometimes she didn’t know if he’d kiss her or kill her but she still found herself wanting to close the only gap that remained. The only reason she didn’t was because it was vital he did on his own accord, albeit, with her prompt. As she got close to uttering a ‘please’, he gave her what she asked for. She inhaled sharply, caught off guard by his conviction before feverishly catching his lips. How she should have kissed him back on the field in the first place.

Evelyn’s mind nagged to justify she didn’t use their attraction and physicality as a distraction to get out of answering things herself but Sylas’s zest was silencing and more swaying to other needs that she silently pleaded for him not to stop. He devoured her doubts and ignited her nerves in the best way that Evelyn was happy to be set ablaze with desire. Her hands slid down his dress shirt, freeing him of the last remaining button of his navy shirt then his pants. Evelyn raised one leg up by his hip, thankful for her heels and the wall for support while her dress drifted a little higher up her thigh, inviting him closer.

Sylas shrugged out of his shirt, letting the fabric fall to the ground without a second care as his lips trailed hot, ravenous kisses along her jaw, below her ear, and then down the crook of her neck. His hands slipped from Evelyn’s waist, running down her legs until he felt the soft exposed skin of her thighs. The tips of his fingers dipped beneath the hem of her dress, slowly inching it higher. He couldn’t be bothered pulling himself from her to carry her to bed, or even waste the few seconds to stumble backwards toward the couch. Sylas wanted her, [i]needed[/i] her, to hell with everything else. He kept Evelyn pinned between himself and the wall as he hooked his hands around the back of her thighs, lifting her off the ground, and guiding her legs around his waist with a breathy, desperate grunt against her neck. 

Her eyes fluttered closed, tilting her head to better expose whatever he desired as her hand cupped around the back of his neck. Her fingers flexed and grabbed into the nape of his neck and hair, her mouth found his own skin when possible, hoping to spur him on. No words were said as they were lost breathlessly but both understood there was no more waiting. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. It was easy to succumb to pleasure and let go with Sylas. And more than anything right now, Evelyn wanted to be enveloped by him. She missed the serpent’s coils.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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