It was almost dawn and Cassian couldn't sleep. He'd been restless all night and had given up on sleep. Placing his feet on the cold stone floor, he rubbed at his eyes and decided to head down to the kitchen for a snack.
From the staircase he scented an unusual scent, from outside. Readying himself for a fight he reached for a longsword on a nearby shelf. As he approached the irony smell of blood filled his nostrils. Blood and something else. No sounds came from the other side of the door as he slid it open.
The figure on the staircase did not seem at all surprised nor bothered. The winged fae remained seated, unmoving. Cassian almost dropped his blade.
It couldn't be.
Shrouded between her stark white wings were onyx twin axes crossed over her back and a dagger to match. She huffed a tired laugh, "Stealthy as ever, General." She held out a flask and motioned for him to join her. "I'm told you're playing courtier these days. Can't be going so well if this is how you react to seeing an old friend"
"Sekh."
"Cas."
"What are you doing here?"
"Admiring the sunrise." She patted the ground next to her, motioning for him again. He hadn't yet managed to move.
She was quite the sight. She'd braided her white afro into a crown and in this light, it looked like a halo. However far from an angel she may be, she certainly looked it. Sekhmet - the night court's very own angel of death.
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Cass and Sekh
FanfictionShort story about an old friend of Cassian (Sarah J Maas character, Court of Silver flames) returning into his life abruptly. It just came to me a little while after reading the book. i'm sad to say, i hardly know where i was going with it.
