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[TheLivvingDoll]

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Sitting was never something Livvie did well. With as much on her mind as there was currently, she did it even less patiently than she had before. Nervously she rubbed the palms of her hands up and down her leggings as if trying to get rid of some invisible itch. The poison oak had been gone for some time. All that was left was her imagination and a habit that spoke of years of mindless worry escaping the only way it could. Ebon's eyes had been haunted, as if ghosts of what could be drifted in and out faster than he could contain them as she told him what was to happen.

"I could lose you." His voice had been shaky. A charateristic that Livvie had never seen in him.

"I'm out of options, Ebon." The only other one considerable was the cold lifeless shell the vampires used. Passion existed in Livvie like the beer on tap at the local tavern. To remove the heat and the fire would be to change everything she was. So she had opted for the solution that would simply twist the way the heat existed. Detail by painstaking detail she confided in him what the Wolf King had said would happen. And detail by painstaking detail she watched as horror flashed across his face. "Ebon, I want you there." Down on her knees in front of him she pleaded with her eyes, searching his and begging for the support and the comfort of the man she loved.

"I will be there." He didn't have to say that he wouldn't dare be anywhere else during her seclusion from the outside world. He didn't have to. Every feeling was ingrained in his movements and in his arms. There was nothing iffy about Ebon. And there was nothing Iffy about Livvie's decision. For better or worse, the days of the Lycan were ahead of her.

[TheLivvingDoll]

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Unpnning her sunrise hair she ran a brush though it. The thick locks fell past her shoulders now, and unless she was with Ebon, remained gathered in a tight ponytail and out of her eyes. Carefully she shed herself of her armor, all her jewlery and her boots. Tonight was different and it called for a different look. Hanging up on the door to her room was the outfit The Oracle had lent her. Decidedly feminine and completely opposite of what Livvie would normally wear, it was just right.

With a tender hand she removed it from the hook and slipped it on. This was not what she was accustomed to wearing. But then as of tonight, what she was accumstomed to was going to change. A nervous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Olivia Rhiannon Dell was never going to be the same.