A Poison Named Calypso (Viggo X OC)

Chapter 7: A Hunter and His Poison

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"What's he gonna make me do?" Harold tittered nervously. "I'm not scared or nothin', just...erm, curious."

Reed scowled. The boy had been nothing but a pest to him and Silvia, and needless to say he was more than ready to ditch the boy into Orientation.

The panicked boy was practically attached to his arm; Reed shoved him away, snarling, "Give me space, will ya?" He turned to Silvia and sighed, "Gods, I miss Krogan."

Silvia offered a grim smile, then turned to face their anxious charge. "You have to go."

"But...but what will happen?" he squeaked, eyes wide.

Reed and Silvia grimaced. "Good luck, kid." Then they disappeared, and the young Fry was left alone, whimpering.

"He's not gonna make it," Reed sighed as the two took their spot among the guards. "He ain't Krogan, that's for sure."

"Yeah." Silvia's eyes grew cloudy. "Wonder where he is right now."

Reed snorted. "Probably rollin' around with the Dragon God, counting his gold and getting foot massages." But then he turned to her, his eyes softening–he knew how hard this was. "Seriously, Silv–don't worry about him. He's probably doing what Spawnings do."

"Gods," Silvia chuckled halfheartedly. She closed her somber eyes, allowing herself to sink into the memories.

After the brutal whipping, Silvia and Krogan made a slow and arduous recovery that was full of anguish and delirious nights spent moaning. But in those moments of shared pain, they had grown closer and closer until they didn't even sleep in separate beds.

She forgot when it happened. The constant haze of pain blurred the days together, and suddenly it was her and Krogan. They grew as friends, as lovers, until they couldn't remember a time when it was one without the other.

The olive-skinned man was quite possibly the only thing that kept her alive, especially when her wounds got infected. Without him, she would have died a long, long time ago.

And when they could finally stand again, they returned to their duties, enjoying the love they shared, and annoyed Reed. Until the day came that the Dragon God requested Krogan's presence.

"It'll be fine," Krogan had reassured, holding her hands, staring deeply into her eyes. His unkempt hair was to his shoulders by now–something she found surprisingly attractive.

"You better be," Silvia insisted before taking him by the lips. They had enjoyed this simple gesture millions of times, but this one was different. It was sad, laced with solemnity, and the knowledge that they'd never be the same. She sighed when they finally broke apart, resting her forehead against his.

That was the last time she saw him as him.

And on one particularly chilly morning, months after their solemn goodbye, she finally caught a glimpse of him. She had finished drills with Reed and was now heading to the Quarters when she spotted his form in the shadows.

"Hey!" she hissed.

The form's head snapped up and stumbled back as if horrified.

Silvia frowned, walking faster. "Krogan? That you?"

The form responded in a quivering voice. "Y-yeah."

She peered into the darkness–there was his face, but everything else was foreign to her. She raised her hand, her fingertips ghosting over his short hair–he shivered at her touch. "You cut your hair."