Modern AU · Romance

Migration of Hearts

On longing, second chances, & missed oppurtunities

01 Chapters Since MMXXV Updated Sparodically
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Featured · No. I

A Migration of Hearts

With Jayce, all her prior practice has gone out the window.

He is her undoing, circumventing the very programming of her practice and divests her of logic. Her connection to him had been nothing trivial. They were not friends. At one time in history, he had been her heart personified. He was the living, breathing cumulation of her wanting. Her deepest desires began and ended with him, and Mel saw those truths reflected in the golden pools of his eyes. She looks away, the knot in her throat growing thick. Threatening to choke. She swallows around it, clears her throat. And obvious retreat. She wonders if Viktor knows. If he can feel the oppressive weight of words left unsaid in the air between them.

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Gentlewolves
31 May
40 min read
01
Series
Longing · Disruption

a migration of hearts

A river does not choose its course. It follows the line of least resistance, which is to say, it follows the truth of the land beneath it.

7k+ words·2025·40 min
Tumult · Forbidden

a war of hearts

Van Gogh's night sky is not a setting. It is a sentence — structured, intentional, moving toward something just beyond the edge of the canvas.

6k+ words·2026·31 min
Denial · Chase

a tangle of hearts

There is a different quality to words written in the small hours — less polished, more honest, as though the usual machinery of self-presentation has gone off-shift.

?k+ words·2026·? min
"Mel is in another man's arms but time slows, and it feels like she and Jayce are the only ones here. His gaze leaves her raw, vulnerable, exposed as whatever was between them rises up from the ashes of the past."
A Migration of Hearts · part I
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Pt. 01 · Longing

A Migration of Hearts

He is her undoing, circumventing the very programming of her practice and divests her of logic.

Gentlewolves·5/31/26·40 min
Pt. 02 · Tumult

A War of Hearts

Mel still thinks of his words, I’ll wait for you to come back to me. A curse, an omen, a threat, twisted and knotted into each other until Mel can not longer tell how Jayce meant it. Only that it felt inevitable, coming from his lips, as if, at that moment, even the universe had taken note. That a clock began ticking over Mel. Over her life.

Gentlewovles·date published·31 min