Xaden's Pov
I found them sitting on the edge of Violet's bed, and shadows rippled against the walls at my instinct to yank them off.
But my girl's breathing was deeper than usual, almost as easy as before Andarna's choice to follow her own; Sgaeyl had slammed a wall between us so thick I felt alone again.
"She'll live," breathed Aifos, "Tairn's strength is sustaining hers."
Their skin was still pale, stretched at the temples, and their shoulders were dipped low.
When they shifted, my eyes fell on their chipped nails; they had dragged their broken body towards their dragon's body just a couple of days ago, and my feet raised up puffs of dust when I landed a couple of metres away from them.
Only when my shadows gently picked them up, did I realise what they had meant when they told me we had never been siblings, all those weeks ago.
I should've done better.
"Sgaeyl told me you're about to leave," I said, slowly.
They nodded, their eyes set on the sack in front of their feet, "Yes. I am bound to."
Silence fell, thick and awkward.
Had we been strangers, all this time?
Then, they raised up, and gestured at the sack. But their lips twitched, and their fingers trembled.
"That's - Ronny's armour. It's heavy, and... Chex can't wear it. So... I thought, why not give it to you." A quick, half shrug, eyes cast low, "Perhaps Sgaeyl can wear it. It's as loyal as Heill, as your alloy-hilted daggers. It'll serve your purpose well."
Their mind quivered, and we knew Ronny would've still flown had he been wearing his armour.
Just as I knew Liam would've lived had I been closer to him.
I took a half step forward, but halted myself.
They weren't Liam: I hadn't hoisted them up myself from the dust and the pebbles and screamed my throat bloody when I thought they died.
They weren't even a marked one.
They were...
I couldn't find an answer, and my shadows flicked around my calves.
My scars itched, swallowed by Sgaeyl's relic.
Aifos stepped around me, opened the door which creaked.
They had been a great ally.
Could've been a good friend.
They had tried to save me, back in the Battle of Basgiath.
I wished they had never read father's letter; wished they had never come here.
Wished to have a sister to link us together.
Aifos stopped, and we remained still, back to back.
Then, a slow breath, and they stepped out, out of this room and out of my life.
My shoulders fell.
I remained silent.
The sack with the armour slightly clinked together when its pieces slotted against one another.
I hoped Sgaeyl would wear it, and that somehow, they would come to know it.
I stepped forward, and held Violet's hand.
Her breathing had grown shallow, again.
A/N
Miscommunication at its finest ugh
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] -Yes, love. You're my mate, my partner, the one to whom the stars drew a path for me to follow in my Sleep.- -------------------------------------------- -Aifos has been dancing with death for many years. A day will come when their steps...
