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Trauma is a haunting, twisted bitch. It twists and churns the things you think you know. Confuses what is real and what isn’t. Some traumas wear on your soul tirelessly, while others… well, those traumas we simply erase.
I decided at the tender age of five that I didn’t like the gods. I detested the God of Death the most for taking the most precious things in life. Life itself. I hoped he was a lonely asshole. I think this often now—how horrible a god he is. How cruel he is.
I know, sharing is caring. But I’m not a sharing person. Not at all. And normally I don’t have a problem walking up to people and telling them to fuck off, but this male is unreasonably attractive. Not to mention he has a beautiful dog named Murph.
“Elodie… and you?”
“Wren. This is Murph.”
“It’s called Tomorrow.”
Is this real? As I take a glance back at Wren and Marley, who are trying to wake up Murph, I realize I don’t care right now. If this isn’t real then paint me the queen of delusions and let me live this dreamy reality, one that has felt more real than any of my time on the human side of Bresian.
“I’m surprised how similar this realm is to the human world,”
“Really? We aren’t as different as you’d think, I promise you that. Well, except for your beauty.”
“I think you’re mistaken.”
“I don’t lie. You’re absolutely devastating. Marley, have you ever seen me as enthralled with a female?”
I’ve never seen a male so iridescently stunning in my whole life. Handsome doesn’t do him justice. He is beautiful, like a sad song sung in the twilight. The moon itself wraps him with a soft glow of sorrow.
“Did you think I wouldn’t catch you? Do you have any idea who you’re running from?”
I narrow my gaze and let my eyes find his hands. He is holding a leash. One of golden thread and white slips of leaves and thorns. I sit up a bit, and lo and behold, the leash leads to my collar.
Did I forget to mention I lost my shoe privileges?
“Trust me, you don’t want Arulius’s attention,”
Kastian is of night and darkness, raven-like and lonely like a crow, while Arulius is of the light, iridescent with gold. They share one thing in common. I suppress a lewd thought. They’re both beautiful males that don’t compare with any back in my realm.
“There’s a reason they don’t dare follow me to my court,”
“Everything here is dead.”
“One day you may see her again here too.”
“You asked what I am. I’m a Glade Eostrix.”
I smile at the thought—my dark-winged Eostrix… my only companion here in Tomorrow.
Is this real? I’m beginning to think that I am real again. For the first time in months, my eyes feel like they are brimming with life that I once felt long ago. The sunken pit of nothingness is less intense now.
“Even though you’re a human…”
“You’re quite beautiful.”
“You are so unique… and sad. Damaged like I am. I can’t help but want...
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“Elodie, you are a naughty Eostrix.”
“You look like a warrior,”
“I wouldn’t dare pick a fight with you.”
“I’m sorry for causing you harm, lovely.”
“I truly did not intend to hurt you. Your friend, on the other hand, I was trying to kill.”
“I don’t like you,”
“Fair,”
“I don’t particularly like you either. Who the fuck bites someone’s neck like that?”
Their wings couldn’t be more different. Arulius’s are crafted in the sun’s image while Kastian’s are of night. My dark-winged male seems uneasy around his own kind. A string tugs at my heart.
Arulius’s are crafted in the sun’s image while Kastian’s are of night.
“Like the outfit, lovely. Reminds me much of my own.”
“I wouldn’t say that I made her. She woke me up in the middle of the night nipping at my neck.”
Wren clears his throat, and I could just kill him. He’s trying to pick a fight, I swear.
“Well, it’s going to continue.”
“Are you saying that you’ve been letting me… letting me walk in the wrong direction this whole time?”
“Well, you were on a warpath, love. You would have killed me if I tried to stop you. Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You look like shit.”
“You’re such an asshole,”
“You sure are a mean one, you know that?”
“You’re so grumpy, love.”
“You are mean, lovely.”
“Just remember I’ll return the favor,”
Most of all I hate how his blood lights my body with a hellfire that I’m not sure I will be able to put out.
Maybe it’s how rough he lets me bite into his flesh while laughing and enjoying the pain. Masochistic asshole. I fucking love it.
“Did my blood make you feel better?”
