Memoriam ➳ The Darkling

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Soundtrack: Nightwish - The Crow, the Owl and the Dove

"He is... what?" I muttered after I stopped coughing. Ivan had his right hand resting on the small of my back in case I decided to faint because I might very well do that. "Evan..."

I felt sick, my head was spinning and I broke out in cold sweat. Fainting seemed like a good option at that moment.

Ivan was looking at me with worry in his eyes but I wasn't sure whether he was worried about me or what he was going to tell the Darkling if I passed out. The second option seemed more likely. 

"Should I... Do you want me to get a Healer?" he asked. I shook my head as I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing.

"Just... Take me to him. Please."

Ivan nodded and took my left arm as we walked towards the Grand Entrance –he didn't want me to fall down since my legs were shaking, I was clearly in shock. But, I mean, Evan had shown up in the Little fucking Palace –I had every right to be shocked! When I thought I was finally over him, I had finally left him in the past; he came here!

As if I didn't have a lot to worry about already.

I went weak in the knees the moment I saw Evan's familiar face. If Ivan hadn't been holding me from my arm, I would certainly have fallen onto the ground. The Heartrender held me in my place and we stood still for a moment before I nodded at him and we continued walking.

His platinum blonde hair was reaching his shoulders, normally he always wore it in a men's bun but today, he had let his hair down. He had grown a stubbly beard since I had been gone and it gave a stronger look to this face. His pale blue eyes shone when he saw me.

    "Valkyrja, kjæreste mi!"

My heart literally melted the moment I heard him calling me kjæreste mi, which was how people referred to their significant other in Fjerda. I could feel my eyes brimming with tears and I gulped to swallow the lump in my throat.

Two Corporalki were waiting on either side of Evan and they held him from his arms in his place when he tried to run towards me. Evan tried to shake them free but he was not strong enough. Then, he began to swear in Fjerdan. "Fy faen! Get off me!" he spoke in Ravkan with his strong, Fjerdan accent.

I turned my head to Ivan, "Ivan, please tell them to let Evan go!" I was begging the Heartrender. "He means no harm, Ivan, please!"

Ivan thought for a while before motioning at the Corporalki with his hand. The moment they let Evan go, I saw some platinum blonde hair running towards me and in the blink of an eye, I found myself between Evan's arms.

He pressed me against his chest as he buried his head in my raven hair, his familiar scent was surrounding me. It was when I lost the fight against my tears and I immediately began to sob like a little girl.

    "Takk Djel av pe ven fin."

[Translation: "Thank Djel you're fine." (Djel = the Fjerdan God of Life)]

"No Fjerdan," Ivan spoke with a warning tone. "You'll talk in Ravkan."

Evan sent him a glare as we stepped back. He wiped away my tears, "I don't like seeing you cry, kjære mi." he told me, which caused me to cry even more.

"E... Evan," I said between sobs. "How did you find me here?"

Ivan handed me a tissue and I wiped away the tears and the mucus on my face. "Well, everyone knows where a Grisha would go to save her life." Evan responded, then he eyed me from head to foot. "Why are you wearing black?"