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His lips turned in a slow grin, which spread wider and wider as he took in her appearance.
And Imari knew: She had done this. She had lulled everyone in this room into a deep sleep, with music. No, with the Shah.
I would slump down and feign sleep too
Sable didn’t believe in the Maker, or any gods, for that matter. If they existed, they certainly weren’t in the habit of blessing her.
She would never forgive herself for being the reason her little sister, Sorai, no longer lived.
But like what if she is
Jeric punched her square in the jaw.
Oh!
But for some reason, he still had this need to take from the unwilling, to dominate, and he preferred the Scab slave girls.
Disgusting.
She hated the gods. She hated what men did in their name. And, most of all, she hated that she was powerless to stop them.
She’d have to be careful around this one.
He had a voice like a cello, deep and warm and resonant, but she couldn’t place his accent.
Jeric tilted his head back against the wall and absently flexed his fingers. “Because she said no.” A pause. Braddok tipped his head back and laughed.
You can’t hide from me, sulaziér. Not anymore.
She knew the birds of this forest well, and she’d never heard that particular intonation before. The intervals were too long, the notes too purposeful.
We love smart girlys
Ventus’s vengeance would be her redemption.
“You’re still my favorite,” he whispered.
Oh he needs to be murdered
“How dare you.” He shook her hard. He was a storm, violent and raging, and Sable was trapped inside of it. “His life was mine, and you—a common, rutting thief—thought it was your right to take it. His life was worth ten thousand of yours, you godsdamned Scablicker.”
Woah lets relax...
She glared straight back. “Finally, some honesty. I wish I would’ve known that before I dragged you out of the Kjürda.”
Together, she and the Silent carried Jos’s body through the snow and trees.
Im loving how she had to save him twice
Sable grunted. “Now you sound like Tolya.” “There are always extremes, Sable. Since the beginning, mankind has put his own twist on the Maker’s will, as Ventus did and does still. It’s what men do. We are masters at manipulating truth to suit our desires. But don’t condemn the Maker for the sins of man.”
he saw hazel eyes. Her eyes. Angry and demanding and clear. Brilliant.
A prickle of awareness tickled her mind. She stopped humming and glanced up to find Jos watching her.
“I need you to…” His brow furrowed, he looked at her. “Would you cut my hair? Please.”
Eeek
The top she left a little longer, blending it into the sides.
A fade with dagger?!? Girly become the first barber of white rock asap!
But just as she began, Jos wrapped a firm hand around the broom, stopping her. Her eyes met his. “Let me do this,” he said quietly.
His jaw squared, and his eyes flashed. “Be careful.” She raised a brow. “Judging by our short and, if I might add, very exciting history together, I’d say you are the liability here.”
“Relax, my little altruist. They’re alive. But we might want to hurry before they wake.”
Jos grabbed her chin and kissed her hard.
Seeing him like this, she believed that Tallyn had been Azir’s first.
“Perhaps that is why the Maker spared my tongue.”
OOF LMAO
She didn’t see Jos approach her cot. She didn’t feel the blankets move as he adjusted them over her shoulders, covering her, nor did she hear him whisper in the softest voice, “Forgive me.”
Seeing him now, she had the strangest sensation they’d met before. It was another time, when a man much younger than he transported a girl much younger than she from farther down this shore to the opposite.
“Got a little Scablicker gift for your brother, Wolf?”
Uh oh
Jos stood too still. Slowly, his face angled back, and his eyes fastened on hers. And Sable knew. Living in a land of thieves, she had seen that look a thousand times. Jos was a man caught, trapped by his lies.
The Wolf flinched.
“Think what you want of me.” His voice was low and unsteady. “I don’t care. But I will see you safely home, as promised. That, I swear.”
“Hit her again,” the Wolf said, his voice darker than she’d ever heard it, “and you walk home alone.” The Wolf released Stanis with a jerk. “I told you to stay back.”
He crouched beside the fire and warmed his trembling hands.
It bothered him now.
The people cry out to The Maker, furious that He should abandon them, when they never truly wanted Him near in the first place.”
“There are always two sides, Sable,” the Wolf said lowly. “Don’t dismiss mine simply because it complicates yours.”
Well fuck.
You steal from them too. We just steal different things. Suddenly, he saw her. It was her body trapped beneath Jorvysk’s, her dark hair splayed in the dirt. Those were her sobs and her pleas. Her tears and her voice.
Hmmm not really fucking with him only caring bc hes imaging it happening to someone he cares about
“Of all classes of the Shah, there is none equal to the Sulaziér. While all others act upon the physical world, the Sulaziér acts upon the spiritual. It is said to be the voice of Asorai himself, for it holds power over the living and the dead, and Asorai, in His infinite wisdom, will not give each generation more than one.”
“I forgive you for nothing.”
.
Astrid didn’t seem to fear this monster.
She is suspicioussss
Jeric thumbed his mug of akavit. Astrid had requested their best brew this evening, overseeing its preparation in honor of Hagan’s coronation.
ASTRID MADE IT!?! DONT DRINK THAT SHIT
He didn’t want a jewel. He wanted a sword. He wanted an equal.
Astrid turned to face him. To Jeric’s horror, her skin rippled as though a dozen hands slid just beneath the surface, distorting her features, and her blue eyes turned pure black. “No, Wolf. I am Legion.”
Knew she was shady af
“Why…?” The word squeezed with betrayal.
Even i could tell you why like not even mad at her MURDER HIM
“The power to take away the only god you have ever truly worshipped: Your self.” Her teeth flashed. “You are mine.”
The shadows would hide her, as they had always done.
There was no cello, no warmth.
No cello im crying
