Sometimes when we find out a secret that has been kept from us for so long, it's not the secrecy that kills us, but what is actually unveiled.
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Xaden Riorson x Oc, Liam Mairi x Oc, Oc x Oc, Ridoc Gamlyn x Oc,
Sawyer Henr...
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"You know I don't actually need a guard dog, right?" I ask Liam as we head towards the door of the Archives. Luckily, the annoying script cart doesn't squeak anymore. It turns out if you complain about something enough to Sawyer and Liam they will fix things for you.
"So you've told me for a week, Wren." He glances sideways, grinning.
I sigh dramatically. "And yet, you keep sticking around. I told Xaden that I am perfectly capable on my own. I love your company, don't get me wrong; but you have your own life to live, Liam." I do have to say that I would miss his constant whittling though. I've started a small collection of figurines that he's gifted me with.
"I am happy to live your life with you for a while though. At least until everyone isn't out to get you anymore." He reassures, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
I shake my head, laughing softly as Pierson jolts upright at the Archives doors, straightening his tunic. "Good Morning, Cadet Pierson." I greet.
"You as well, Cadet Aesira." He offers a small smile, which drops as soon as his gaze meets Liam's. "Cadet Mairi."
"Cadet Pierson," Liam nods in response, as if the scribe's tone had not changed completely upon the sight of the blonde.
I tense as Pierson hurries to open the doors, my eyes dropping into a glare. I'm marked just like Liam, but for the odd reason that I'm a female he responds more to Liam. Or maybe it's because my mark isn't visible. There is always that; I probably would be better off in not making assumptions.
We exchange cursory glances before walking in and waiting at the table just like every morning for the past few weeks.
"You know. Maybe I should just draw a mark on my arm with ink and then everyone could be rude to me too." I mutter sarcastically under my breath.
