Of Monsters and Flowers [Sihtric Kjartansson]

Act I: Chapter Sixteen

He holds the threads of my desire and the seams of my longing.

Beamfleot
Kingdom of East Anglia

"Do you see that girl over there?"

It seemed like a strange question to ask, of course he could see the girl over there for she stood out like a beacon of light among the dark that trembled about. Everard turned to the side upon hearing the voice of a man he did not recognise, his hair a dark raven black and a scar tore through the edge of his forehead however his gaze was firmly stuck to Lynette- unwavering, no matter the discordance that surrounded him his gaze remained ever locked onto her silhouette.

Everard raised his brows, "I do..." His voice trailed off.

Sihtric breathed out and reluctantly turned to look at the blonde man with wide eyes, "You really do, the girl with dark hair...she is wearing a brown dress, you see her?" He rushed out, it is not just my mind?

"Yes...that is Lynette." Everard answered a smile upon his lips as his eyes momentarily flickered to behind Sihtric.

That is Lynette. The words floated through his mind over and over, endless. Sihtric was unable to move as if he was stuck in an oblivion of disbelief nothing but a cloud of cynicism roamed him. He wanted to believe it was true he just could not truly accept it, he thought he had succumb to his desperation that all the past moments he would vision her before him, his hand would reach out and pass through the shadow, was her memory taunting him for leaving and now there she was- his hand shook.

Everard leaned into Sihtric with an all consuming curiosity, "Why are you so interested?"

Sihtric breathed in and tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at Everard -only somewhat- "You seem fond of her...do you know her well?" He ignored his question.

"Well enough." Everard replied suspiciously- "..I asked you a question, friend."

Sihtric scoffed, "What is it you mean by that?" Yet again ignoring Everard's previous inquiry.

Everard leaned in, a smirk present on his lips "You seem angry, do you know her well?" He taunted- in a friendly manner, he placed extra emphasis on the word you.

"More than you, that is for sure." Sihtric snapped.

"I see..." Everard breathed out his smirk formed into a large smile and then fell, "..I have never seen you before."

"And I you."

"So how is it then you know Lynette?" Everard inquired, his eyes travelled the expanse of Sihtric's body- he stood tall and completely dressed in black.

"Prior relationship." Sihtric answered challengingly.

"Relationship is it?"

Sihtric leaned into Everard, "And how is it that you know of her?"