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 three, for both of us
𝓐leksander
JOYOUS WASN'T THE WORD HE WOULD USE TO DESCRIBE THE WAY HE WAS FEELING.Relieved was the right word. Liya was back in the Little Palace, back where he knew where she is and for the biggest part, his torment was over. He knew she won't be able to forgive him soon about what has happened and she has made herself clear, but his first priority was her safety.
It was perfect timing for him to show up at the cabin she supposedly resided in, only to find two men sprinting towards the forest. He knew that she was in danger and he took a longer way around them, quickly finding her. He felt joyous then, finding that she was alive even if she was running for her life; that he has found her after all this time.
Aleksander didn't kill those two men, who were after her. He simply knocked them out and Fedyor made sure to deliver them back to the Little Palace grounds so he could get understand once and for all what was going to happen. It made him worry that those men were able to find her quicker than him, but now she was safe.
Genya, on the other hand, wasn't content with her arrival and he could see it. He could understand her need to protect her sister, but she couldn't change it – Liya was back until her departure will be safe. But he wished not to think like that – hopefully, she won't ever leave this place and notice that only here her powers can bloom.
The King was content with her comeback and he asked for a one-to-one audience with her, but the Darkling refused. He knew what the one-to-one audience meant and he won't let for that idiot to grasp Liya in any way. Liya will become one of the most respected Grisha until the King will turn his eyes on another prey.
Liya has refused to train with him and he could understand that, but the distance between the two was making him long for her even more. Even if she was back, she felt as if wasn't here and somewhere far away. He needed her close.
For that reason, he was taking a stroll in the garden. Appearing here wasn't on his daily tasks, but he knew well that she skipped breakfast and dinner sometimes and this evening wasn't an exception.
This evening was painted on the skies with a soft orange that turned into a soft red – it will be windy tomorrow. The horizon seemed to blur – the forests and the hills merged into one mossy blur where the sun was falling down. Turning his head to the side, surrounded by the colourful roses sat Liya, creating a painting in which she was the muse in a background that didn't even matter.
The red kefta seemed unfamiliar to her – she wasn't wearing it with pride even if it fit her perfectly. She didn't feel like a Grisha and he knew that her arrival here was forced. If her calm expression didn't express the sadness and the anger, he could feel it anyways.
