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Omnissiah Forgive Me—Chapter Four
Chapter Four: The Juxtaposition—Part II
In the shadowed corridors of the prison, a confrontation brews between those who hold the reins of power and those who dare challenge it. Kassard, caught in the middle, faces a path where violence may be the only currency for survival; and it would demand recompense.
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Recognition drew a breathy, almost involuntary chuckle from Kassard, ill-suited for the moment and therefore perfect. “What am I doing here?” The question echoed, sweetened just enough to be poisonous. “I was going to ask you that.” His thumb slid along her jawline, guiding her face upwards with idle authority, his hold tightening in careful increments—just enough to choose how wide she could breath. The situation was simple: he wanted an explanation that would satisfy him. “Do not test me, woman. Why are you here?” Woman—like she’d wandered into this by choice. Like she hadn’t been dragged. A laugh wanted to rise—but it died before it reached her throat. Her tongue pressed to her teeth, tasting the sharp tang of iron, searching for space where her next words wouldn’t sound strained and thinned against the rising pressure at her throat.
even if the enemy is ourselves
characters: azriel yladi, eris vanserra, minor / brief cameos
pairing: azris
rating: explicit
word count: 5.0k / 49.8k
warnings: n/a
summary: an examination of azriel and eris's relationship over the centuries, wherein azriel is the one who tortured morrigan, wherein eris finds out and keeps azriel's secret—for a price.
a/n: thank you cherished pals @buffy-vanserra and @jon-snows-man-bun for beta reading this<3 just a snippet for tunglr, but you can find the full chapter on ao3 if ur nasty. enjoy!
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chapter 10: the heart of the forest
Underfoot, fallen detritus puffs and wheezes. Lightwood crumbles away to dust, the fine powder soaked eagerly into the rain-damp ground waiting for it below. A distinct scent rises up with each step deeper into the long-dormant woods: cool, fresh earth aching for the sunlight to reach it once more. It smells of wearied welcome.
The great beast of the forest knows Azriel is here, but it has been so very long since it called for him.
Sluggish and bleary, it noses him along. The feeble wind of its exhale tugs at the fabric about his knees and calves, stirring up his shadows and fluttering at the edges of his wings, though no breeze penetrates the crowding of the thicket. Stuck between the crowded ribs of its tree trunks, there remain the undigested bones of trapped animals, small offerings and sacrifices to fend off its own starvation. Low-hanging branches part like tent canvas at his behest, such that he has no need to reach for a blade and hack them away. It has not the strength to move its bramble bushes from his path, but it retracts both tooth and claw so that neither wounds him in his venture.
Azriel did not want to make it wait any longer. He wanted to come so much sooner. As soon as the wards fell, his skin crawled with it, the desperate cold spreading down from his throat and out to his extremities, the solitary heat that would be able to stave it off.
Finally, he could go to it—reckless moth, hungry flame.
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Made this because my friends also made 'em :p
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Levi is totally the student that shows up to the exam with just one pencil and an outdated calculator, dressed in a black sweatshirt and sweatpants, and still manages to finish thirty minutes early.
