𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝘅 𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥
━━━ your end will become my eternal damnation.
( tokimihyachi / 07.14.22 )
━━━ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: this book contains mature content in various forms. reader discretion is advised.
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CHAPTER TEN . REMORSEFUL DESIRES
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⸻ YOU WERE ALWAYS RUNNING.
From the prophecies you were made to acquiescence, the gilten threads of nobility you were bound to, and even the one person who sworn his life's purpose was your attainment of happiness— in every moment your heart is shaken, you fled from it all.
You were spontaneous, a specie that brought life into every serene room it walked through. Risks were your specialty and you burgeoned in its basket of life.
Yet here you were now trembling away from its touch.
"[Name], you rascal!" the sound of iron clads being pummelled together plucked you from fool's paradise and you shake your head.
"Sorry, what was that?" you offered Simeon, the town's blacksmith, a penitent smile with thin lips and he grimaced at your face.
"The furnaces' burning!" he chagrined, still annoyed at your dazed guise.
"Oh, shit right!" the heat from the furnace dwindled after you composed your disoriented self and adjusted it, adding charcoal and sand to the mixture afterward.
Simeon only knew of you months ago when the village Chief of Khabarovsk found you bundled up inside a cave with no shelter from the boreal weather. In turn for taking you in, you compensated for their kindness through labor in his workshop.
He was a man who barely gave praise to anyone in his profession. And thus far in his life, he had only ever given it to his father who had passed away after his marriage.
But you proved yourself worthy of it and he was more than auspicious to take you in as an apprentice though your skills surpassed his greatly.
If he would ever have a child, he wished they would grow up to be like you.
So, it was unusual, to say the least, to see you so out of your aptitude. Despite the façade of peculiarity and the look of unintelligence you wore when you first walked into this place, you were exceptional when it came to forging with fire and iron.
At first, he assumed it was due to your Vision, Pyro, and the quirks that came with it. But after months of assessment, he figured at long last it was not. The prowess you had when it came to your skills was metamorphosed from diligent practice.
Simeon's lips tug into that of a sanguine smirk, his hand meeting your hair to ruffle it as if to console your performance, "Never thought I'd live to see the day you'd make a mistake in smelting."
Receptive enough to his teasing comment, you catch your tongue before it opens to offer him a rebuttal. You then take the chair in front of the bloomery with a sigh.
