Morning came after a restless night. The purple under his eyes was getting coloured again, Genya's touch fading away.
Louis sighed as he looked around the room. The desire for everything to turn out to be some horrid dream escalated as every day passed by. He circled the scar on his palm, a reminder of his childhood at the orphanage. A reminder of Zak.
Springing from the bed, Louis checked the drawers to find some paper and ink. A triumphant smile graced his lips when he found some and sat at the table eagerly
He wasn't entirely sure what he would write, what he could possibly say to Zak that would make sense of everything. Especially, when he himself has not been able to make sense of it all yet.
Dear Zak,
Louis started. It felt foreign to write a letter this way. He had never been too far apart from Zak that the need to write a letter ever rose. But now, here he was. Behind the walls of Os Alta, while Zak was still at the military camp in Keramzin, wounded. Or maybe he had moved on to a new mission, forgotten about Louis.
I don't know where this letter will find you.
I feel the whole world-changing. No matter how hard I try to hold on, I feel it changing me. Making me something I don't know. I feel a stranger to myself.
Louis sighed as his eyes filled with unshed tears. Tears of longing and pain.
On the bright side of things, I have my own private rooms for the first time.
"Morning, Sunshine!" Genya greeted as she walked through the doors.
A soft laugh escaped Louis' lips. "Good morning!"
"Feeling better?" She asked as she scanned Louis' face. The purple under his eyes felt more prominent under her gaze.
"I have just the thing for you," she continued with a giggle as she sat down on the bed. "He had it made by the Fabrikators," Genya said excitedly, as she unzipped a bag Louis hadn't noticed earlier.
Louis hurried and put away the letter, making his way over to the bed.
“Black,” Louis muttered as his kefta was revealed.
No other Grisha wore black, except the Darkling. It was his color.
“You don't like it?” Genya asked with furrowed brows.
Sitting down on the bed, Louis caressed the fabric of the kefta and the golden embroidery on the cuffs. “It’s beautiful.”
“But you don't want to wear it?” Genya asked, puzzled. "No Grisha has ever had the honor of wearing the General's color!" she exasperated.
Louis had seen the way the other Grisha treated Genya, how she was outcast from her own people because of the color of her kefta and where she lived. He sympathized with Genya but wouldn't want that for himself, not when he’s amongst people he’s never known.
“Don't all Summoners wear blue?” Louis asked.
Genya nodded but didn't press.
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Burning through the Shadows (Larry Stylinson)
Fanfic"He's Louis Tomlinson," the General spoke from next to Louis. "The Sun Summoner, moi tsar," the General said, looking at Louis. "He will change the future," the General said, looking at the king and the queen. "Starting now." The General raised his...
