#alexios

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GREEK SIBLINGS, HAPPY ONE ANNIVERSARY OF THE COLLAB AND ONE YEAR OF ME JOINING THE AC FANDOM

I LOVE ALL OF YOU HERE, THANK YOU THE COLLAB FOR THIS AMAZING SERIES

because i have not forgotten about my two miserable loves. a little bit of what's still to come for Lesya and Alexios.

It’s bad. Lesya knows it is. She can tell herself she’s had worse —the lashes on her back, what Chrysis did to her in that cave— but it will be a lie. Great men and strong warriors have died from scratches. And this time...it scares her. Is this my punishment? She wonders. To lose him now because of my own folly? She looks at Alexios, sitting next to her and holding her hand, as he’s done before, and feels her chest tighten so much it’s nigh hard to breathe. Lesya’s bottom lip starts to quiver and her hand trembles in his. She cannot shake the thoughts, the dread, the fear. Cheek turned away from him, tears burn as they slide down her fevered flesh.

I don’t want to die, she thinks, repeating it in her mind until the thought slips from her lips in the delirium. “I don’t want to die.” It’s not Enyo speaking, just Lesya —a scared little girl being taken from her home when she was only eight summers old.

Alexios bows his head, pressing her hand to his lips, his shoulders shaking with something he cannot contain. “You won’t,” he says, with all the determination of Deimos, though he’s not sure if it’s truth or prayer.