Y/N was dripping at the forehead, threshing complete. Looking up into the balcony, a pair of lavishly colored brown eyes caught a glimpse of Y/N. The gaze was gone, and a long plait twirled from behind the owner of the eyes as she turned and left. Deciding not to overthink anything, Y/N continued her way to the riders dorms. Arriving, she looked around and found her assigned room. Sharing with a cadet named Agathea. As Y/N entered the room, Agathea flashed her a warm smile.
"Hey! I'm Agathea! You must be Y/N right??" she asked with a smile and overly happy tone. Y/N smiled back and replied: "Ah yes I am Y/N. Lovely to meet you Agathea." Even after striking up a conversation with Agathea about hobbies, Y/N's focus kept drifting back to the mysterious woman glimpsing at her after parapet. "Y/N? Hello~?" Agathea waved a hand across Y/N's face, and she snapped back to reality. "huh? oh... yeah sorry Agathea." she chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck with the pink of a slightly embarrassed blush lightly dusting her cheeks. Agathea chuckled softly "Thats alright Y/N. Should we head to the formation?" Y/N nodded and agreed "Yeah... lets go..." And Y/N and Agathea left for formation, and to find out which wings they belonged to. Y/N's green feathertail named Zhelixae spoke to her: 'Finally you find out your wing...' Zhelixae's voice was a breathy whisper, and Y/N responded: 'Yeah...' before snapping out of the bond to concentrate at formation. Wings were announced, then sections, and finally squads. Rhiannon, the section leader of flame section, announced the final squad. "And now," her voice rang out. "Squad 3 of flame section fourth wing is Agathea, Sidon, Liseia, Meleri, Roran and," She spoke the last name with distaste: "Y/N..." After her name was called, Y/N couldn't help but notice the brown eyes belonging to the person who had called out her name. The same eyes, the same long braid, the same piercing look in those same eyes... her breath caught in her throat. It was her. The one she saw earlier. And Y/N was clearly not a favourite of hers.
Rhiannon clearly had some form of deep resent towards Y/N, constantly muttering about how much of a liability to the wing she was, for Y/N was a woman on the smaller side. As weeks passed, Rhiannon would bump Y/N with her shoulder as she passed, and trip her when she could, as if saying 'You deserve this, you're weak.'
Walking down to the sparring hall, Y/N was in a daze. A medium height, slender yet muscular, a moderately dark complexion and those eyes... those enchanting brown eyes... with face and body proportions shaped by angels... Y/N slapped herself, and hissed under her breath "Y/N! Get your head out of the clouds she's just some stupid girl... and you're straight. STRAIGHT." As she began to spar with Agathea, she repeated an internal mantra as the woman's face wouldnt leave her mind: I am straight. I am straight. I AM STRAIGHT. Absentmindedly sparring, she couldnt help but blush again as she thought of the mysterious woman.
A wing is only as strong as its liability. Xaden repeated this mantra in his head, putting his brain into full ruthlessness mode as he stalked towards Y/N's dorm, dagger in hand. As he opened the door and swept through the room, he hardly had time to whisper 'goodnight' as Y/N snapped out of her sleep and lept to her feet, snatching up her own dagger. Xaden just chuckled and took a step closer as she raised her dagger. "You think your little butter knife scares me?" He asked, his tone a mix of malice and sadistic pleasure. "Put that away, little girl." As Y/N shook, holding the dagger, she managed a hiss back: "Who are you calling little?" And then there was a clash of metal on metal. Despite her attempts at holding her own, Y/N's dagger was easily swept out of her hands, and she found herself diving and dodging for her life. In a final desperate attempt for help, or for at least someone to find her body and culprit, Y/N let out a screaming "Help!" and as she braced herself for her final moments and prayed for her soul to be commended to Malek, there was an ear-piercing shatter of glass as a tall, slim figure slipped through the broken hole. In a second, Xaden was pinned to Y/N's bed, knife at his throat. "Touch her and die." A dominant, female voice rang out. Xaden just chuckled again, despite the piercing brown eyes staring him down. "Good night to you too, Rhiannon." Rhiannon... Y/N thought. That name rings a bell. Suddenly she realised: Rhiannon was her section leader, and Y/N wasnt a fan favourite. Xaden smirked and just said "Oh come on i'm only eliminating liabilities. The emphasis on the word 'liabilities' made Y/N's skin crawl, but Rhiannon didn't falter or show any signs of agreeing with Xaden in the slightest. "I said touch her and you die, Riorson." The fierceness of her expression was fully unwavering as she defended her very enemy, Y/N, so loyally. Xaden raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. No need to get so worked up, you protective little thing." With that and a final smirk, Xaden got to his feet and swept out of the room, leaving Rhiannon and Y/N alone. Y/N's heart was pumping out of her chest as Rhiannon took a step towards her. "Why did you do it? Why did you save me?" Rhiannon scoffed and folded her arms. "NOT because I like you, that's for sure." Y/N looked skeptical. "Why did you do it then?" she asked, still sounding skeptical. Rhiannon scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh come off it." she snapped, but the usual malice in her tone was nowhere to be found. Next are you gonna ask why i do THIS? Y/N looked extremely confused "Rhiannon... what are you talking abo-" Y/N couldnt finish before Rhiannon threw her against her bedroom wall and kissed her. When Rhiannon eventually pulled back, she still had that goddamned smirk plastered on her face, even though her face was flushed. Y/N was gasping for breath. "Wh-what was- w-w-why huh-" Rhiannon's smirk become a grin as she watched Y/N be reduced to a blushing mess. "Aww, cat got your tongue?" As Y/N still didn't manage to form a coherent sentence and continued stuttering, Rhiannon's grin only grew wider. "Oh come on now i'm sure you can say SOMETHING..." Y/N could barely make out sentences in her head, much less even begin trying to verbalize them. All she could blurt out was: "I thought you hated me." After those words escaped Y/N's lips, Rhiannon smirked and chuckled lightly, taking Y/N's chin gently with one hand and tilting it up to force Y/N to look at her. "Me? Hate you? No," A softness came over Rhiannon's features that Y/N had never even considered she was capable of. "I guess... I just couldnt come to terms with the way I felt." Opening up to someone seemed foreign, unnatural to Rhiannon. She felt more vulnerable than ever before, actually spilling her feelings to anybody. She awaited Y/N's response with anxiety, but a flicker of hope in her eyes. A tense silence fell over them, as Y/N was shocked with the new revelation. Y/N finally spoke up and responded to Rhiannon. "I'm-I'm yours, Rhiannon." Rhiannon smirked and replied "Damn right you are." And she smashed her lips to Y/N's.
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