❛in which they grow to love and learn❜
Briar Desilva hated. She hated the Cursebreaker and the High Lord of Spring. She hated her mind and she hated her body. She hated the memories that danced beyond her reach and the past that was and always has b...
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"do what wolves and fire do best. surprise."
nikita gill
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BRIAR WAS BEING dragged. Dragged to her doom.
The shadowsinger was hauling her through winding cobblestone halls, his hands gripping her armpits and shoes and knees hitting her back every few steps. Her own feet were dragging against the hard floor, hitting rocks and becoming increasingly more scuffed up.
She huffed, absolutely hating how limp her arms were and how sore her back was becoming.
Could she fight back? Yes, she probably could. She knew how to fight somehow and she knew how to use weapons - or at least, she remembered how to use a bow. And although the Spymaster was obviously lethal and powerful ( his dancing shadows and the odd flashing azure gems were proof of that ), Briar had magic, too.
And that magic was growing in between the cracks in the walls, the roof, the floor. It was thriving in the moisture, living without light.
She let her fingers twitch, let them reach towards the floor and feel the alluring power of life. It called to her, sang, and reached to her, too, as if she were the light that it yearned for.
Lately, she had wondered if perhaps the roles were switched. If she was merely a docile plant, one without the mind of a dryad, reaching towards a sun that was not there.
In front of her, all around her, moss and liverwort began to grow, creeping towards the shadowsinger's feet.
She could feel them, sprouting and growing, reaching over the tips of his boots -
The edge of a blade was touching her throat, icy against her warm skin, hot against her throat - that was his breath. And then she became aware of the solid body behind her, pressed against her back.
"I'll warn you once," he breathed, and his voice was dark like a forest in the night, silent, shadowed. "You make a move against us - me, my High Lady, anyone - and you will not have such a pretty face any longer."
Great. It was great to know that trying to escape or fight would just result in a mutilated face. It was also great to know that his initial instinct to combat her was mutilation. That he was evil like that.
She wondered what he would do if given the chance to think. She wondered why he was given the task of being the Spymaster, what he had shown to be capable of. How lethal he was.
