❝she is fire and
ice, you will fear
the cold and
crave the burn.❞
━ fear the wolf with nothing left to lose.
extended summary inside
podrick payne x oc
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THE CONNOISSEUR DOES NOT DRINK WINE BUT TASTES ITS SECRETS
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"Well, this isn't good."
This isn't good at all, Elia repeated in her head. After the knights had brought them through the city, they completely bypassed the main building where Lord Manderly was and marched them straight into the dark cells of their prison, the Wolf's Den Garrett had whispered as the disappeared into their cell.
It's cold, chilling to the point where Elia feels she'll never be warm again. She knew the frigid winds of the North, she thrived in it but the cold of the cell was something she knew she'll never forget. She tried to focus on the bars at the end of her cell, hiding her from freedom but she couldn't see past them. It was black, inky dark that enveloped everything past it. To the left she knew there were torches, they'd passed them on the trek but she couldn't see them anymore, they too were sucked into the abyss.
It was dark, cold and it wasn't quiet. She wasn't alone down here, the Forresters were in the cells next to her but deeper down the hall she could hear the scuttling of mice, the quiet sobs of a man dying and the shuffle of feet. Elia wasn't alone and she wasn't sure if that made her feel better or not.
"Is that really necessary, Gray?" Garrett breathed, loud in the dark. "My lady, are you okay?"
Elia hugs her arms to her chest and slumps further into the corner of her cell, "I'm alive. Can't say much else."
She can imagine Garrett pacing along the front of his cell, pausing every couple of minutes to look up and down the empty hall, only to start again when he can't see through the dark. She can picture Gray's hooded eyes watching as his father rubs a shaking hand over his beard as he eyes the cell, she can imagine it all too well and it reminds her just how empty her cell is.
She curls further into herself more, her eyes slide closed as she drops her head into her folded arms. The dark isn't there if you can't see it, Elia.
"We'll get out of here, my lady."
"I wish I could believe that."
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"I keep fucking telling you," Garretts swear jolts Elia out of her sleep, "we're not fucking Forresters."
Elia blinks awake slowly, her cell is bathed in oranges that seep through the iron bars. Light, guard. She realises, stumbling to her feet as whoever is outside of the cells scoffs, "You're wearing fucking Forrester armour."
"Coincidence?" Gray pipes up amongst the arguing. The guard swears and it brings a smile to Elia's face, she knows that voice, she's laughed with that voice.
