Rhoswen hadn’t cursed the Night Court with her absence. She had cursed Raum. It was a fact, he artfully hid beneath that tar-like pit of anger, deep, deep within his body. It was cast out, left to fester there, and fester it did, growing more and more hungry, billowing out with its wild need.
It reaches for her now, lured like a moth to her flame and it fuels his anger like a bellows. It begs to be listened to. But the Crow would pay it no heed, not even when the very girl of fire was stood before him, with hurt gleaming in her eyes. He thought, if he moved a little closer, he might see the wounds upon her skin, feel the bruises his words once, and still could, leave upon her smoky skin.
Did Raum suspect her a deserter? Yes. Did he suspect she revealed Crow secrets at the attentions of the Day King? He did not know… It was why he was here, it was why his eyes will no longer stray from her. The Ghost will listen, the ghost will watch. He has her in his sights and he will not let her go; ensnaring her in silk, keeping her close. His gaze will be upon her; a dress she cannot shed.
The storms pass, her eyes breaking from his and all at once he misses their force, even as they flash with weakening lightning. Her lashes, crimson fans, lie across her cheeks, gold dusted and lavish; like the whole of her.
“Caligo was there.” He corrects her softly, blue eyes still upon her lashes, waiting for the storms to return. It was a soft beginning, but it was a herald to the approaching stab of accusation. “I saw her shadows on you.” And there, it hisses out like a striking viper. He saw how Caligo wove around her, but the fool, the boy so blinded by love, could never see the chains the shadows made upon her slender ankles, the way daylight called her. So he thinks, with bitter ignorance, that she did not care to try.
Rhoswen’s words arrive as she rises to him, the sea surge beneath their storm of reckoning. Her retort crashes against him, tongues of fire leaping upon the crest of each wave. It was the answer Raum wanted, and yet he doesn’t believe this girl of phoenix flame.
Maybe The word precedes her belligerent retorts, they soften them, even as she refuses to back down - as she refuses to confess. “Tell me the truth, Rose.” He murmurs and for once the guard has slipped, for once a tinge of pained curiosity seeps into his voice. He wanted her to say she had abandoned them, that they had stifled her. The Crow wanted vindication for the acidic pain of her leaving him.
The nickname he chose to use again was no insult this time. it was not used to strike her like a bullwhip, designed to provoke that lion heart that roared within her breast. No, it was there, spoken so gently - a balm to their wounds, coaxing her as though she were a wild deer.
The moment is gone when she speaks again. The volcanic girl becomes metallic, delivering her with words of warning, making them as hard as steel, sharp enough to cut the silk about his throat. Could he trust her to help him, if he was ever found out? Once he would have trusted her with his life. But now…
He blinks, impassive, unaffected by her words, death was coming to him, in one form or another. “Then so be it.”
Raum, ever the moonlight to her sunlight, makes no effort to hide why he is here, not when she already knows the reason. This girl knows him too well to think he would ever forgo being a Crow for a place in Solterra, even if it was beside her.
There is a pause, when the world around them falls to stillness, where the only sound is the rasp of their combined breathing, ragged and rough with rage. When he speaks again, it is softer, a whisper breeze along the flames of her back, words strong enough only to stir the smoke she wears like shadows.
“Would you help me, if it ever came to that?”
@Rhoswen
It reaches for her now, lured like a moth to her flame and it fuels his anger like a bellows. It begs to be listened to. But the Crow would pay it no heed, not even when the very girl of fire was stood before him, with hurt gleaming in her eyes. He thought, if he moved a little closer, he might see the wounds upon her skin, feel the bruises his words once, and still could, leave upon her smoky skin.
Did Raum suspect her a deserter? Yes. Did he suspect she revealed Crow secrets at the attentions of the Day King? He did not know… It was why he was here, it was why his eyes will no longer stray from her. The Ghost will listen, the ghost will watch. He has her in his sights and he will not let her go; ensnaring her in silk, keeping her close. His gaze will be upon her; a dress she cannot shed.
The storms pass, her eyes breaking from his and all at once he misses their force, even as they flash with weakening lightning. Her lashes, crimson fans, lie across her cheeks, gold dusted and lavish; like the whole of her.
“Caligo was there.” He corrects her softly, blue eyes still upon her lashes, waiting for the storms to return. It was a soft beginning, but it was a herald to the approaching stab of accusation. “I saw her shadows on you.” And there, it hisses out like a striking viper. He saw how Caligo wove around her, but the fool, the boy so blinded by love, could never see the chains the shadows made upon her slender ankles, the way daylight called her. So he thinks, with bitter ignorance, that she did not care to try.
Rhoswen’s words arrive as she rises to him, the sea surge beneath their storm of reckoning. Her retort crashes against him, tongues of fire leaping upon the crest of each wave. It was the answer Raum wanted, and yet he doesn’t believe this girl of phoenix flame.
Maybe The word precedes her belligerent retorts, they soften them, even as she refuses to back down - as she refuses to confess. “Tell me the truth, Rose.” He murmurs and for once the guard has slipped, for once a tinge of pained curiosity seeps into his voice. He wanted her to say she had abandoned them, that they had stifled her. The Crow wanted vindication for the acidic pain of her leaving him.
The nickname he chose to use again was no insult this time. it was not used to strike her like a bullwhip, designed to provoke that lion heart that roared within her breast. No, it was there, spoken so gently - a balm to their wounds, coaxing her as though she were a wild deer.
The moment is gone when she speaks again. The volcanic girl becomes metallic, delivering her with words of warning, making them as hard as steel, sharp enough to cut the silk about his throat. Could he trust her to help him, if he was ever found out? Once he would have trusted her with his life. But now…
He blinks, impassive, unaffected by her words, death was coming to him, in one form or another. “Then so be it.”
Raum, ever the moonlight to her sunlight, makes no effort to hide why he is here, not when she already knows the reason. This girl knows him too well to think he would ever forgo being a Crow for a place in Solterra, even if it was beside her.
There is a pause, when the world around them falls to stillness, where the only sound is the rasp of their combined breathing, ragged and rough with rage. When he speaks again, it is softer, a whisper breeze along the flames of her back, words strong enough only to stir the smoke she wears like shadows.
“Would you help me, if it ever came to that?”
@Rhoswen
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