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May 13 - July 7, 2023
It was all her. Deadly and stunning. Even her hatred was fucking beautiful.
They were Vincent’s wings. Featherless, of course, as all Hiaj wings were. The skin was darker than night, so black light curled up and died within them. The talons were silvery white, like drops of moonlight. And… And I had the accents of red. Marks of the Hiaj Heir. Bright, bloody red, running down the wing in delicate streaks, collecting at the edges and along their outline.
“I’d spend a lifetime at the tip of your blade, and it would have been worth it.”
“Go somewhere far away. Go to the human nations. Go learn about your magic. I’d tell you to go become something fucking incredible, Oraya, but you already are, and this place doesn’t deserve you. It never has. And I sure as fuck don’t.”
“You have nothing but me,” I said. “And yet, you’d let me go?” “I have nothing but you,” he murmured. “So I am letting you go.”
“You told me once you would beg for me,” I murmured. Another brush of my lips. “So do it.” I didn’t break eye contact. His sparkled with vicious delight.
“Let me make you the queen that you are. Let me guard your body, your soul, your heart. Let me spend the rest of my fucking pathetic life at your mercy. If I need to die, then let me do it by your hand. Please.”
“And?” I whispered. He loosened a shaky exhale, the smirk twisting his lips. “And for fuck’s sake, princess, I’m begging you, let me go to my knees for you.”
“You have destroyed me,” he murmured. “And I have hated every moment of it, too.”
The Mark stretched across his back, all the phases of the moon rendered in delicate brushstrokes, framed by spirals of smoke. The spear traveled down his spine, fitting perfectly between his wings, down to the dimpled small of his back. Until now, I hadn’t realized just how similar his Mark was to mine. The arrangement was different, but we both had the smoke, the moons, the same elegant red strokes.
Heir Mark description!!
“Just want you to know, Oraya,” he murmured, “that you were the best part of it. The best part of all of it.”
I found myself trying to commit them to memory, those eyes. Like coins I wanted to slip into my pocket.
Love her thoughts and her memorizing his eyes - beautiful imagery!!
In his presence, I felt safer than I did anywhere else. And yet, sometimes when I looked at him, paralyzing fear seized me, so much sharper than the fear I felt for myself.
So I choked out, “Raihn,” against his lips, a question, an answer, a plea. Because that name was all those things, wasn’t it? Raihn. My downfall and my most valuable supporter. My weakness and my strength. My worst enemy and the greatest love I had ever known. All of that in one name. One person. One soul I knew as well as my own, just as confusing, just as flawed.
Dear gods……I want to sob!! The way she recognizes her love for him.
We didn’t speak. There was nothing more to say. I kissed the scar on his brow, and the upside-down V on his cheek, and finally, his lips, and then I settled back into his embrace, welcoming our final oblivion.
FUCKING SOBBING…….WHY DOES THIS SEEM LIKE THE END?!
IM GOING TO BE PISSED IF THIS IS THEIR LAST MOMENT TOGETHER….
Loving Oraya was terrifying.
Raihn finally admits it……HE LOVES HER!
“I love you,” he said, in a single, urgent breath. “I just—I need you to know that. I love you, Oraya.”
AHHHHHHHHHHH I love you.
