➸ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 she saw good
for the first time and
claimed it as hers, not
knowing it was she who
was claimed.
（archeronmale!oc x fem!oc）
↳ slowburn!
𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝘂𝗲𝘁 - 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑡𝑤𝑜
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𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 ᴵᴰᴬᴸᴵᴬ
RUNNING THROUGH THE woods with Naga on her tail was definitely one way to start the morning. For Idalia it was fun, but for Lucien. . . Well, her dear brother surely hated those missions and was probably cursing her for getting them into their current position. He had always been the lazy one between the two of them. Dalia was more of a reckless adventurer, whilst he was more than comfortable to travel peacefully.
They complimented each other that way, but it often led to annoying banters and hours of brooding.
The spring air distracted Idalia for a moment, before she picked up on her speed. Her wings sending waves of a poisonous powder, belladonna, the way of the Naga. Lucien had already reared left, so that it wouldn't invade his nostrils. Fortunately, the Naga were not smart enough to do the same. It had been her idea to cover her wings in the venomous powder to experiment if she could poison their opponents with strong flaps of her wings.
Tamlin and Lucien, of course, thought her to be crazy.
The High Lord of Spring hadn't stopped bugging her about the idea until they left the manor. Only then did he let the defeat drown him in worry for their safety and plan, knowing he couldn't do anything else with the wild child of wind and water. The flowers had given Dalia the nickname the day of her arrival and the wind had whispered it into his ear.
When Lucien saw the Naga fall back and into a coughing fit and stopped and didn't wait for Idalia to lunge at them, using the sword that had been strapped to his hip. He tore through them as if they were merely made of ribbons and thread. As if the creatures hadn't just chased them through the woods for miles. Perhaps that was the reason why he was so aggressive with them at the moment.
To Idalia it was fun to watch her brother tear the beasts into shreds. She was sat atop a branch, clapping like a maniac as she laughed at the way Lucien only grew more aggressive as if her annoying-self got him more worked up—which it definitely did. If there was someone that could get Lucien to kill so viciously, then it was Idalia.
"Lu, I think those things already died. . ." She trailed off casually, looking down at the shredded corpses of the four Naga at the feet of her brother. A cascade of midnight blue hair fell over her shoulder as she squinted at the bones and disheveled flesh. The bones looked interesting. . . like something was done to them—with magic.
She jumped down from the branch, landing in a pose she had seen a special trained soldier do once. The female had one leg outstretched to the side and a hand in air as if she were trying to feel if there was something behind her. Her other leg was bend to her chest with the hand on the same side as the leg flat on the ground. Idalia never forgot those green eyes that stared up at her after the Fae landed. She had felt seduced but on a whole other level—almost challengingly. It was extremely sultry.
