Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right
『the darkling x femaleoc』
pre-shadow&bone
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chapter seven,everything goes according to plan
𝕯arkling
LITTERING FIVE BODIES BEHIND HIS PRESENCE, HE MARCHED FORWARDS THROUGH THE DUNGEON. His hand were pushed into a form, fingers gently twitching as the shadows were submerging the path behind him, suffocating the weak soldiers and choking them with the darkness.
The Darkling marched towards the crime scene of the abducted Liya because everything was going according to his plan. The poisoned tea? He expected that. Liya drinking it? Unexpected, but it simplified many things. Leaving her chambers after the fever? Zlatan will abduct her. And he did.
In order for his plan to work, he hoped that Liya was still alive as Zlatan needed to sell her and no one wanted to pay for a wounded Grisha. As he was walking forwards, he was hearing a distant voice, the teasing tone of the idiot General and it made him feel better – Liya was alive.
She won't find out that it was his plan and for the best of it, she will even think he was the one who saved her. After seeing her tremors during her fever, the apologising and the wish for him not to see her like that made him feel odd, his heart clenching painfully in his chest as only then he realised that she will be abducted again and in a such short period of time. Only this time it was all planned.
It's better for her to never know.
A sudden rip of fabric made him stop and he heard her wince. Pressing his hand to the stone beside him, he moved closer, trying to stay as silent as he could as he knew Zlatan won't be a complete idiot. He will wear Grisha steel because he will expect him to come after. That's why getting to him and knocking him out will require some stealth.
"Oh, dearest, just be very, very silent, hm? It will all be over soon," the idiot's voice echoed throughout the space and the Darkling felt his heart drop.
What—what did he say?
He didn't hear Liya respond, but there was more ripping sound and a wave of heavy breathing that alerted him and he stepped into a spacious hall, the dimmed lights revealing that Liya was tied to a wooden pole, her lower body tied together as her upper body was free, only to see that Zlatan was roaming his hands through her bare stomach.
It made him sick to the stomach.
The Darkling whistled, clasping his hands behind him, watching the way Zlatan quickly moved around, his hair dishevelled and cheeks slightly flustered from the evil grin on his face. He didn't seem surprised by his presence as he just extended his hands to the side, his grin widening.
"Ruined the fun for me, General. I hoped you will come a little bit later," Zlatan chuckled, with a swift move pushing out a revolver and pointing it at his opponent.
