Deep in the Violet | Neteyam X fem OC

Chapter eight

Naveah's sobs ceased abruptly as she found herself mere centimeters away from Raxtan's seething gaze. The eerie stillness enveloping them was broken only by the rhythm of his heavy breaths. Naveah's heart raced, her chest tightening as Raxtan's anger radiated off him.

"How dare you..." Raxtan's voice was a low growl, his words dripping with contempt. "How dare you sing her song... OUR song?!" His fingers dug into her shoulder, a painful grip that made her wince.

"I-I don't kno... aargh," Naveah stuttered, her words cut off as Raxtan's grip tightened further, his nails biting into her skin. "What makes you think there will EVER be right time for you to do so?" his voice cracked, the anger in his eyes mirroring the turmoil within him. "You are nothing, but a disgrace! There is no way you and your mere existence could ever bring honor to Tewah! Or now, that she's gone, you think you can so easily replace her?!" His fingers constricted around her shoulder, a visceral sensation of pressure and pain, until she heard a faint crack beneath his relentless grip.

A sudden voice sliced through the charged atmosphere. "Let go of her!" Neteyam's urgent command echoed, his figure materializing on the scene. He moved with purpose, determined to intervene and defuse the escalating confrontation.

Raxtan's anger remained palpable, his rage-fueled eyes fixed on Naveah. Instead of simply releasing her, he violently hurled her to the ground, as if she were an insignificant obstacle in his path. Naveah hit the earth with a gasp, the impact jarring her body and leaving her momentarily dazed.

Neteyam rushed to Naveah's side, gently assisting her to her feet. His gaze swept over her, searching for injuries, and he noted the scratches on her palms from the fall. His eyes then flicked towards Raxtan. "Step back," his voice commanded, his resolve solidifying as he braced for any potential escalation.

The air grew dense with unspoken tension, the space between Neteyam and Raxtan throbbing with the potential for conflict. As they confronted each other, a knot of unease settled in Neteyam's stomach, exacerbated by Raxtan's imposing figure that loomed over him. Raxtan stood at least a head taller. Neteyam swallowed audibly, though his gaze remained unwavering on Raxtan. His hand poised, ready to reach for the sheathed knife resting against his chest.

Amidst the charged standoff, Naveah's voice pierced through the tension like a shard of glass. "You think you have some special claim to her, just because you loved her?" Her voice trembled, but her resolve remained unwavering as she positioned herself between the two men, her gaze locked onto Raxtan's. "You know that I loved her too, with all of my heart. She was everything I had left." Her voice quivered.

Raxtan's expression wavered, a maelstrom of emotions crossing his features as he growled at her.

Naveah stood her ground, her voice growing steadier. "You took her away from my life, and my last memory of her is from months ago! You have no idea what I would give for just one more moment with her, or how far I would go to undo what happened and bring her back!" Her voice rose, filled with fervent desperation that echoed in her words. "I would do anything! I would even give up my own life right now if it meant Tewah could live again!"

Raxtan's eyes glistened slightly, his emotions taking hold of him. His fingers stretched out like claws, angrily shaking as if reaching toward her. With a loud roar, his hands clenched into fists, and he stormed off, leaving nothing but an unsettling atmosphere as a reminder of the intense scene that had just unfolded.

"What the hell was that?" Neteyam exclaimed, watching Raxtan's retreating figure as he headed back to the dining area. Concern filled his eyes as he turned towards Naveah. "Are you alright?" His voice was a soothing presence as he took a step closer, bridging the distance between them.