She had woke up in her room at the old abandoned theater with a raging headache and that sensitivity to light and sound that proved it had been all together too great of a night when it came to her bawdy, rowdy nature and her outlandish behavior. The last thing she had remembered was gazing up at Finn and near getting lost in the topaz brilliance of his eyes with that terrified look of awe and wonder in her own pale greens.

She remembered well his whisper to her before she had fallen asleep in his lap to see how she felt in the morning, if she felt that way still. Avy knew well what Finn was implying, if that look in her eyes would still be there over him when it came to the early greeting of sobriety.

The recollection and review of the night prior spun through her head, stretching out infinite miles of laughter and mischief from the triple hug and shared kisses with Daigh and Taneth, the many greetings and new friends made, the staring contest with Reap that left them both sprawled out on the floor with her, the feisty snap of Daigh?s suspenders and the claimed hugs as she was claimed as his ?sweetheart? and then the kisses when Finn came back smoking.

Smoking hot.

Avy grinned to herself at that visual and remembering how the steam had rolled off his wet figure when he dumped that bucket of ice water over his head. The kisses though? those were something else.

It felt like centuries and ages had surpassed and folded over between them and through them in that kiss, an electrical charge and craving in that kiss never acknowledged or known ever in her life. So many years, those centuries and ages that had stretched before her and never had she felt like that after just one kiss.

The original heartbreaker was what they had called Avy just as they had called her She of the White Flower. She knew there were so many legends and stories woven about her and the past that was hers to claim. She knew well how the stories had altered in small fashion to fit with culture and time but the foundation remained the same. Certainly the names had changed and they called her by so many of them still for those that remembered her.

A glamour couldn?t change a name or a history, no matter how much she wished it to. Fingers rubbed through her hair as she stared up at the ceiling and counted the day glo stars that had been stuck up there by one of the misfits, probably Mockingjay or Mouse was the culprit.

So long ago the story had begun with a once upon a time. The story had carried on with a pair that had fallen in love when they should not. The story involved in a king, and a bond brother, and a woman that had loved them both. A life was found to be most dangerous when the heart could learn to love more then one.

There had been one to love by the heart by her growing affection for the man, and the second found by oath and bond to know her love. It had been so long ago and yet the mistake remained with her to this day and she lived on with the suffering of it when she should have burned.

Avy nearly had burned for it but as much she was the original heartbreaker, she could indeed be considered one of the original escape artists. There was always a way out and Avy had learned that well. There was always a way.

A way? blinking she sat up groaning as she looked around the room and wondered how she ended up here. Did Finn carry her all the way over here or had the twins come to retrieve her?

The thought of him brought a flush of color to her cheeks as she remembered the kiss and was left to wondering? if Avy could handle the love of two men, why did she feel so lost at the idea of caring for and possibly loving just one?