𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞 || kaz brekker

𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. blood and consequences.

❝to burn the witch is to admit that magic exists.❞

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gaze tiredly skimming along the sky, the dragon rider and her partner stared numbly, arms wrapped around their bodies to keep the cold at bay.

they were alert, heads spinning with the slightest shift in the air, and as the darkling scowled at their movements, he turned to his heartrender. "can you feel them?" he asked out loud, face darkned by the fog surrounding them.

Ivan's expression remained stoic, his hands moving slightly at his side. "no heartbeats yet, sir." he lets out firmly and the Targaryen rolls her eyes, her chest expanding as she stares at the back, silently following the retreating figure sneaking away.

she shifts slightly, letting her shoes slap against the wooden floor to keep them in sight, and as she watches Inej pull a latch up and help the two boys down, their gazes meet and the wraith freezes.

her lips part, head tilting as she blinks down the hole then back up at her, hesitant.

the saint smiles, nodding to herself as her gaze slips to the darkling. he was in his own world, moving around in thought, and she quickly looks back to her, quick enough to catch the quick prayer she sends up and her body sliding down as well. her back turns to the men and the people on board.

her feet lead her further down the boat, palms spreading over the wood before she leaned forward and let her senses adjust. she couldn't feel much either, but the tug in her heart told her otherwise. they weren't alone, and although the creatures were not necessarily of the fold, their wings and beating hearts reached her either way.

her dragons were flying above them, too high maybe for the grisha in red to tell but they were there. she knew, and hoped they'd stay away, that was her end of the bargain after all.

the lords and ladies on board seemed just as stressed as the rest of them were, brows knit tightly as they listened to their eldest whisper to her men. "how many markers have we passed?" she wonders quietly, carefully following the general's movement as he walked around.

her guard turns to her to discreetly. "five, ma'am." he answers in a hushed voice, careful to not attract any unwanted attention.

no one was foolish enough to trust grisha, specifically not the one who's family made them suffer under his rule. the fold was no mistake, and yet they were all willingly crossing it, hoping to witness a miracle.

Alina's head snaps to the side, eyes wide as screeching cut through the silent air, the growling growing hungrier the closest it got. as she noted the calmness in the darkling's expression, the easiness he held himself with, her lips twitch.

"they're coming." she warns, and he only nods, listening as well.

"yes." he agrees, chest heaving with each breath he took.

her face flushes at his tone, nose flaring as she steps forward. "I should just tear this down now." she growls out, nails digging at her side. the Targaryen silently walks back to them.

he turns to the Shu girl. "and what can you really do on your own?" he taunts, tongue darting to wet his lower lip. he seemed so sure of his words that she did not speak back, settling on glaring up at him for the moment. "besides, it would be a monumental waste of power."

her gaze settles on the queen to be, silently questioning his intention, judging them with the squint of her eyes. the latter only sighs and calmly nods. her heart aches at the look she receives, the emptiness in the girl's eyes.

as a swooch of air moves above their heads, her attention shifts to Aleksander, accusing and full of hatred. "do something!" she exclaims, pushing forward.