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first steps When I first step into the city, my breath hitches. I've caught sight of someone sipping tea and already, I can feel my face just crumple. The memories hit me like a stampeding herd of zhevra - I have to force myself to take a few more stuttering steps before the scene glides to the front of my mind, playing out like it's happening right before my eyes.first steps by *Sinners-and-Mourners
"Do I wait for you to drink?" I ask, voice low.
Zaerindar's eyes rose again, the smile on his face softening. "Drink whenever you please, darling."
I didn't say more, content to watch the love of my life for a second. I could feel the look on my face, however; one of awkward disconcertion and after a minute ticked by, I leaned down slowly, lifting the teacup with one, jerky awkward movement. I could feel his eyes on me and I sipped my tea as neatly as possible, heat blooming up my neck, because I'm doing this wrong. All wrong.
"Oh Light, I forgot the sugar…" I m
murmurTys'ayn is a spitting flame, harsh and constantly heated.murmur by *Sinners-and-Mourners
Black tinges the corners of my blurred vision, a choking gasp erupting from the back of my throat.
"Tsk, hold him down, boy. I don't need this scrawny runt bleeding more than he is now."
I wish we could return to the days of joyous laughter and quiet touching - but we can't. Not when one of us is six-feet under and dead for good.
JumpVery rarely do I find myself waking up before Zaerindar. If I'm fortunate, I'd rise before him and get ready for our run, hair tugged back into a loose ponytail.Jump by *Sinners-and-Mourners
Today was ... different from the normal routine.
I peered down at him through sleep-lidded eyes, slender fingers brushing over his cheek in a tender caress before I reluctantly slid out of the warmth of the bed. He stirred but didn't wake as I quietly moved around the room to tug on a robe.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dim room with golden beams as I pulled my arms through the sleeves; promptly stifling a yawn as my shoe-less feet carried me to the window. It's here that I pause, hands pressed against the glass panels.
I wonder, the Voice murmurs, a dark sliver of menacing glee coloring it's tone, how far down it is?
Far, I replied, tone frigidly cold inside my own head. A shudder crawls up my spine and I clench my jaw, teeth creaking, before turning away sw
PoisonStaring at the prone form strewn like a broken ragdoll across the table, my mouth becomes dry and the cup of freshly made tea slips past my numb fingers; crashing to the floor in a tinkle of shattering glass.Poison by *Sinners-and-Mourners
The dark blond - messy - hair shrouding the still, bloodless face makes my stomach grow heavy with dread as I creep closer, heart pounding in my chest as emotions wrap around the beating organ in an iron grasp.
Please no, I think frantically, brushing the bloodied locks away with trembling hands. Panic tastes bitter on my tongue.
Light, please-- please don't be who I think it is.
But it is.
The handsome, always smiling step-brother of mine - one time lover, my mind whispers - is dead. His body seems to have been heavily beaten judging by the vibrant violet and black coloring the fair skin of Tys'ayn's face; the once fashionable clothes in mere tatters.
I shed no tears whilst observing the corpse with a dead, numb feeling and for that