#strikingviolet

"You're the lightening wielder?" the king doesn't bother hiding the surprise in his tone, and he examines the young woman in front of him, sceptically. Her slight statue is not what bothers him - he has met more than enough riders to know that even the smallest of them can carry a powerful signet - but her age. For fuck's sake. Is their best weapon barely older than a teenager? It can take years to master full control and, not for the first time, he's beginning to doubt his decision to bring his army here in the first place.

"Are you any good?" he asks, casually, his face remaining impassive. Are his army going to have to worry about being struck by lightening, while also dodging venin?

Dragons always know.

Bodhi just shrugged. ❝ Yeah. Guess they do. ❞ He didn't elaborate at the moment, of course; there was no need. He was sure Violet understood every little nuance of every single syllable.

❝ can we just be normal for like two seconds for once. ❞

Xaden's arms crossed over his chest, and he didn't even try to keep the smirk from twisting at the corner of his lips.

❝ Normal, Violence? ❞

He wasn't sure either of them had a true measure of the word, honestly. It wasn't like either of them had grown up in anything that would be remotely considered normal on the Continent.

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"You should. You should go back. Get to safety," he insisted, as he let his head fall back against the wall of the cave they were sheltering in. "Arynth isn't far. I'll be fine," he assured her with a weak smile - no sign of his signature cocky smirk. The venin blade still embedded up to the hilt in his abdomen had something to do with that; mercifully, the dagger did not seem to be poisoned, but that did nothing to alleviate the searing pain that accompanied each breath.

"Another scar to add to my collection. Soon, I fear, I will no longer be pretty," he joked, but his voice was uncharacteristically quiet, as he fought against the darkness encroaching on his vision. The last thing he needed was to be left alone and pass out deep in the cave, where Arynth couldn't reach him.

Just as that thought appeared, Arynth roared in his mind in response - spewing all kind of threats towards Violet if she dared do as he'd asked her. A faint huff of amusement escaped the king, followed by an immediate grimace as the movement jostled the knife in his stomach.

@ircnwrought / @strikingviolet

"Hmm? Oh. You sure you can reach that high?" he grins, appearing entirely unphased by the sudden, unexpected bloodshed. He smile turns into more of a smirk as Violet defiantly proves that she absolutely can reach his face, and the now familiar tingle of electricity passes through him at her touch. "Thank you, prediletta," he winks, allowing his native accent to seep through.

‘ imagine if that, was your electricity. ‘