Eternity Begins With Tonight
Tuesday, November 15th ~ Late Evening
Roman had sent Izabel an owl when he had first arisen instructing her to meet him at his house. This evening was the perfect time to begin. The full moon would incapacitate the wolf and keep him weak for days. By the time he recovered from his cycle, the process would be well under way and the necessity for remaining away from the beast would be explained to Izabel.
No longer will she be his paramour, but eventually my wife in every way that is possible.
The satisfaction that ran through Roman at this thought surprised him in a small way. He never had liked the idea of sharing her with him, but had borne it with ill concealed discontent. Glancing around the small living room, he was pleased with the arrangements he had made. Soft pillows on the floor in front of the hearth, scented candles that smelled of the freshest roses and a bottle of wine with a single glass.
You will drink more than wine tonight, my love.
The insane root
That takes the reason prisoner.
Thursday, October 26th - After sunset
Roman reached for Rose's hand and kissed the back, looking up at her delicate face. "I shall return, my dark Rose."
He turned to the other woman and did the same. "I ask you both to remain here until I do, my titan haired beauty."
One final glance around Sandra - Daphne, he was forced to remind himself yet again - Daphne's flat assured him that the mood was set. Tonight he was going to introduce his third bride to the other two. He'd been surprised to learn that Rose and Daphne were already aware of his relationship with the other but it made sense. They spent time with each other and Rose had been in this very flat the night he'd first tasted Daphne, it was only to be expected that they would make the connection. He hoped they'd accept Izabel as easily. Tonight was the first time he'd called them both at the same time and Roman hadn't mentioned there would be another joining them.
Roman stepped out onto the small balcony and dissolved into mist, leaving the two women alone.
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Thursday, September 22 ~ Late Evening
Roman paced the clearing in the forest, the grass under his feet quickly become flattened as his steps traced the trail of his agitation. She had not come. She had resisted him. The very idea was so ludicrous as to nearly be impossible, but she had done it. And yet... he paused and focused his energy on her. He could sense her frustration. She wasn't held against her will, but circumstances...
Shaking his head, a growl of frustration was his only outlet in that moment. He blinked as his body's needs overwhelmed his control for a moment, his eyes refocusing as they changed and the strange ache of his canines extending. Cursing, he drove his fist into a tree, his need for Izabel's blood and body great enough to fracture his control.
And then he smelled her. Not his Izabel, so familiar, so desired, but another. Fresh. Young. Untasted. With a superhuman effort, he reined in his hunger and returned his appearance to one more seemly to frail mortals. And waited.
Come to me, little one. Come to me.
Oh, I Know You.
Monday, September 5th, Midnight
Having left the other women still having fun at The Three Broomsticks, Izabel was enjoying the walk back to Hogwarts. It was warm enough that the trek could be taken at leisure. Her gaze didn't stray from the stars very often, only long enough to make certain that she was on the right path. At one point a figure ahead of her gave her pause, but she realized who it was almost at once.
"Hello. I haven't seen you for a long time. How have you been?" she asked with a smile. "Have you been to see Horace?"