𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞 || kaz brekker

𝐱𝐢. stuck in a polyamorous relationship.

❝I dream of angels but live with demons.❞

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nose flaring and teeth grinding, her gaze kept fixed to the ground as she and Alina were forced to their knees, arms held back and head tilted down.

the sun summoner's hands had been tied to her lap by a cuff like metal barrier that made sure they were kept apart rather than together. the restriction of her movements only fueled her anger.

the Targaryen, on the other hand, seemed to have been treated better in comparison. her wrists were free, no cuff could keep her magic away, and although she knew the Darkling could easily get rid of them, he'd opted not to. she did not dare ask why. all she knew was that she was not going to fight just yet.

she could feel the light saint's fury rising, her frustration obvious in the way she fought against Ivan's hold. there wasn't much for them to do but to sit and follow instructions. for once, neither of them were on the winning side of the game.

her eyes flickered upward momentarily at the nearing footsteps, and with a discreet frown, they settled on the set of bones placed in David's palms. he avoided her gaze, face pale with guilt as he shakily walked their way.

"what are you doing?" Alina's voice was breathy as she forcefully pushed upwards to escape the heartrender's hold on her shoulders. his weight simply dropped down on her, and she grunted, her black jeans digging onto the carpeted floor.

the durast seemed surprised by the sudden question, and almost doubtful of his next actions, he froze again. "I'm going to place this around your neck," his answer sounded hesitant, even to his own ears, and elbowing the heartrender keeping her still, Aeya's back straightened.

"don't play dumb, David, it doesn't look good on you," her glare had him stepping back with a bowed head. "she meant why?" the heartrender quickly gathered his footing and his hold on her breathing. she staggered momentarily, palm landing forcefully against the rough fabric.

the Shu girl seemed to gain the dragon's anger in the moment, quickly mimicking her kicking and struggling. "we didn't kill the stag. it's not our amplifier." her teeth bared with each word. "he killed it!" the accusation had her raising her voice again, which made it bounce off of the closeted walls. "he gets its power."

the man in question looked glad to have the attention back on him. his body slowly faced them, and his head tilted barely. "you asked for this yourself when we met." his eyes squinted down at her. "to transfer your gift to someone who could use it." the wood underneath them all creaked with each step he took.

the hold once keeping the Targaryen down lifted up, and in confusion, her gaze snapped to the heartrender behind her, her brows furrowed and questioning. he only nodded to his general. before she could inquire anymore, Alina shot up again. "I can use it now." she growled.

Aleksander looked amused. "you know so little." he mocked, expression full of judgment. "but you'll learn." the words were directed to the silver-haired girl.

"I know things." Alina countered, furious at his accusations. "general Kirigan, is it?" she spat out, face contorted in false confusion, "or is Aleksander a fake name, too?" the dragon breaths a laugh out.

she understood that her questions weren't spawned out of the blue into her mind, a random trail of thoughts to get him talking, to stall from whatever was coming. she could remember feeling the exact way the oldest saint was now, betrayed, unsure of what was true and what wasn't.

she'd spent weeks searching up the accuracy of what he'd told her. she'd dug up old stories and myths and legends about the shadow man who doomed the Ravkans all those centuries ago, and although she believed he'd tried to hide his path and all that he'd went through in those years of quiet to get to where he was now, he had nothing on her and the barrel's bastard.