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(oh, how the powerful fall ) —TURNING POINT / ❛ may the crown burn in hell❜
CALLOUSED FINGERS GRAZE OVER THE DAINTY CHAIN— that hangs around a neck. Her pale lips press to the tiny ring that lies in the center of the chain, eyes glinting with tears as the calloused hands hold the only remnants of her family. Her tears feel like burns scaring her face as she cries while pressing her lips to the simple item. Silent is her prayers as she holds the tiny trinket in her hand.
"Cassian," his voice is as smooth as the winds that the Squallers can conjure. Oh, how she wants to turn her head and gaze into those quartz-coloured eyes. Instead, she feels the tears prick her cheek as she bites her lip until it bleeds.
"You're a sick-minded bastard," she spat as she whirled around to meet him in the eyes. Her lip jutted as her hands balled into fists as she held the trinket in an iron fist as she shot daggers at his glorious countenance.
Instead, he only chuckled to himself. His hand shot out and grasped her chin. His cold delicate fingers traced the edges of her chin as a tiny smile touched his lips while doing so. Cassian wanted to scream, she wanted to grasp her flint and light him with the greatest amount of fire she could summon but it wouldn't be enough to kill the Darkling.
"Perhaps. Unfortunately, there is no one here to side with your pathetic use of words," he sneered as his thumb traced over her lips. She writhed at his touch, it was so faint, so gentle. But that was all too good to be true.
So this was what it had come down to? His favoured Grisha feeling his touch once more. Her eyes flickered back to see the quick flare of darkness behind her. How long would it be before he would push her into the void? After all, that was why they were here. Why everyone was here. The cruel, soulless monster had imprinted her as his victim. She would be the one to pay the price with her blood spread out into the Fold for anyone bold to behold.
"So this is it? You leave me for dead with someone else to take my place?" Cassian fired back as she used her free arm to grasp him by the collar of his kefta. She closed the gap between them both as she pressed her chest to his, cocking her head to the side as a tiny smile touched her lips.
He gazed at her for what seemed like an eternity. She waited patiently for his response, yet the cat-like lithe smile on his face said it all. No words were needed to be said for Cassian to understand, she knew what the answer was even though he didn't say anything at all. His extra hand waved to someone behind him. A cool breeze brushed between the two of them. Enough for her to see his gaze past her long locks of ebony black hair that danced in the breeze. Cassian turned to see what his eyes preened on. Only to feel the sinking sensation as her very own kefta was drawn up in the wind.
