DISCONTINUED!! Please check out the rewrite, Prosperity on my page!
(selwyn kane/ofc)
a 𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰 production
started: 8/4/23
completed: Discontinued!
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"SELWYN!" A MAN'S VOICE SLICES THROUGH THE WOODS. And the cyclone dies immediately. Footsteps approach behind them on the path. The steps are low and measured, but the older man's heavy drawl holds barely contained fury. "You wouldn't be callin' aether against my son, now would ya, Kingsmage?"
AZ catches her breath as another pause ensues.
"No, my lord." Sel has no choice but to answer. My Lord.
Dr. Martin Davis—Nick's father—steps close, and his cologne falls over like a rich, heavy cape. "Well, that's good. Because if you were, I'd expect that Oath o' yours to be burnin' a hole through your throat right about now." It's part observation, part warning. Sel hears it too; in the following silence, his teeth grind together.
"Yes, my lord."
"Nicholas." Dr Davis says almost breathless.
"Dad."
"'And there be those who deem him more than man, and dream he dropt from heaven.'"
"Tennyson," Nick says, his voice tight. "Indeed." AZ shifts her feet, awkwardly not knowing what to do. She casts her eyes down. But she can still feel the tension pulling from Sel.
