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She was his pretty little songbird. She was supposed to sing when he told her to sing.
Her home was gone. But her heart was free.
He would keep her safe, he tried to mime to her. He would take the wounds for her.
Every part of him was made to hurt every part of her. And here the sea was, pushing him to feed her. To care for her.
“You turn so many colors, kalon. I can’t wait to see how many.”
No matter how much he wanted her, no matter how hard he fought for her, the choice would always end in her lap.
He wanted to go back home, to a woman with a golden smile and a soul that eased his own.
“Missing her doesn’t make you weak, brother.
Let her laugh. She didn’t need the other woman to understand how she felt.
we used to play this game when we were children. You’d tell me to do something, I’d do it, and then you’d hit me. I’m not falling for that
Attacking Beta with a handful of undine gets you nowhere. You have to make drastic decisions that will echo through the entire ocean.”
You were the one to see me. My kalon, if you wished me to shed my skin, I would. If the arm makes you uncomfortable, then I will drop it into the deepest pits of the sea.”
“I will find my way back to you,” she whispered against his lips, almost desperately. “I will come home, Daios.”
“Just because she is soft does not mean she is easily broken,”
Now that she’d had a taste of freedom, this life felt even more controlled. Anya was done with the cage. Now she wanted to go home.
“Go bring her home, Daios. Lay her down to rest with us. We will care for her.”