Slowburn | Enemies to lovers | dark romance | false prophets | Space Opera | triangle | strong femme characters | eventual Romance | Eventual smut |
A desperate Baron.
A yearning Duke.
A woman who weaves destruction with an army of fire.
In the m...
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An interesting quality of privation - it caused deep and unsettling hunger. Hawk awoke on the floor of the temple, aware of the ache in her gut. It crawled up her spine and sent her mind firing. She had stood on the cliff face and watched men explode, chunks of their limbs sent flailing into the night. It seemed such a waste.
Hawk peered up at Sempir, holding the blanket of calicte to her shoulders. The pain in her abdomen was greatly outweighed by the hunger, but this particular brand of hunger would not have been satiated by horse meat. This emptiness had a name, Hawk called her rage.
"I feel quite a lot better," she said. It was not a lie, though given the events of the previous night, it should have been. Sempir did not look convinced, eyes narrowed and lips drawn.
Hawk lifted herself from the stone and peered about the space. Men and women in their dark shrouds spread themselves over the steps. They prayed, or yearned, it was all the same.
"You should sleep longer," Sempir said, "They're calling upon the gods of death for you, you wouldn't want to displease them."
Hawk smirked, "If I don't die, someone else must. That is the belief, yes?"
Sempir offered a wary glare, "Many died last night, perhaps that was enough."
"I don't believe that was for me. My passage still needs paying," she returned.
Sempir followed her down the steps at a close proximity. It was not difficult to keep up, her feet wobbled and pace slowed. He grazed her heels with his boots as she crawled along the cavern walls, eyes locked on the medicinal chamber.
"You can't go in," Sempir warned, "The Sacramenti's ward is not well. She is being treated for her many wounds."
"I just want to talk," Hawk returned. The grip of her collar tightened even without an order. Without Collette's immediate presence she had been able to pretend it wasn't there. Now that they inhabited the same edifice again, that reminder was ever prevalent.
Hawk burst through the doors. A healer leaned over Collette, wide eyed and confused as Hawk stormed over the rugs with all the might she could manage. Collette lifted her gaze, sullen and hollow.
They were both beyond mild injury, which made for a fair fight.
Hawk dropped to her knees, a hand over Collette's thrashing mouth and the other on her throat. The healer and Sempir were both vigilant, pulling at Hawks shoulders but failing to relinquish her grip. Such hunger made for untethered strength.
"Look what you've done to me," Hawk commanded through gritted teeth, "I want you to see me. You commanded me into the barrens and this is where it has landed me. I am sure that you saw it before it happened, tucked in the intricacies of your seeing cards. You saw my demise and sent me forth for you own gain, but you will die before it plays out."
