Knight {B.B} (2)

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Blood Must Have Blood Part Two (16,5)

Just like when she was young, Tyra expertly avoided the perimeter guards, using stones as her distraction and the foliage for cover against the dim lighting.

By something short of a miracle, Tyra managed not only to spot Lexa's tent, but also successful roll inside it without a single set of eyes spotting her. All too busy with having just regained their friends and family members to be bothered to carefully look for a shadow sneaking between the tents.

As soon as Tyra stood up, Lexa had already her sword pointed in her direction, her believing it had been an intruder. But once she saw Tyra she lowered her sword, only her eyes weren't focused on the imminent threat to her life, they were focused on her brother in the centre of the tent.

Loukas had been chained down like a prisoner against the ground, his eyes were closed, but his body kept twitching in odd directions. They had ripped the top half off his clothes off though, fully displaying his bruised chest, and had even gone as far as to clean his face free of the limestone the reapers used to tint their faces, along with tying his hair back in a bun.

Even years later, Loukas still looked exactly like their mother, except for the hair colour and eye colour, that had all come from their father, though it seemed people still liked comparing him to their father. She wondered how he'd react once he woke up, if he woke up, after all, he hadn't seen Tyra since she was nine.

"Are the sky people alright?" Tyra nodded, untying her coat to hang over one of Lexa's chairs, fully exposing the wound at her collarbone that she had yet to pay attention to properly.

"They lived. The Mountain didn't." Lexa motioned for her to sit next to her on a cot in the corner, with her beginning to drench a cloth in water to clean her.

"I'm glad to hear so," She began to lightly dab at Tyra's wound, the clotted blood sticking onto the cloth as she went.

"There is no use in sealing the wound, I'll just wrap it." Tyra nodded, taking off her shirt to leave her only in her undergarments, while Lexa searched for a bandage to wrap the wound.

"How is he?" Loukas twitched again, his chains clinking as his muscles contracted beneath their heavy weight.

"Nyko gave him something for him to sleep, and something for the pain, but he has not stopped twitching since."

Gently, Lexa held part of the bandage against the wound before beginning to unroll it, passing beneath Tyra's opposing armpit before circling back around and passing below her covered breast, Lexa continuing to repeat the process until she was out of bandage and tied the two ends together.

"Will you see him again? The one you love." Tyra shrugged while sneaking her shirt back on, grabbing on to Lexa's cloth to clean her face free from the paint coating her eyes.

"Tomorrow, midnight," On the other side of the room, Tyra saw Lexa slump against her own cot, covering her eyes with her forearm as she let out a heavy exhale.

"You should rest. Thank you for watching over him, and for convincing me to go." Lexa didn't protest, flipping over on her cot to face the wall of the tent while Tyra sat next to her brother, her back leaning against Lexa's throne while she played with the edges of Loukas' tangled hair, just like he used to do to her when she was younger.

"You will be alright, brother, I will make sure of it."

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