The pond was small, the color of sage, but reflected the sun as it shone above. Its alcove covered by heavy yields of trees; every one different. Their barks bending or white, leaves turning from green to an alluring array of autumn shades.
The cove was the color of the golden sun.
From the distance he kept, Aleksander reveled in the silhouette of you.
Summary: Your relationship with General Kirigan only exists after the sun goes down and you begin to wonder whether he loves you beyond the night calls. Before you can find out Kirigan’s true feelings, you’re tied up and thrown into the back of a van.
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Human trafficking, forced drug use and a lot of non-consensual stuff. Please don’t read if you get triggered by anything of that nature, it gets pretty dark.
A/N: This is heavily inspired by Taken. Don’t @ me
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* = smut
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One shots
Envy* - Kirigan gets jealous and roughly fucks you against the wall
Eyes so Bright* - Tangled AU and innocence kink. You escape your tower and Kirigan is more than happy to show you everythinglife has to offer
Kinktober - orgasm control* - While away on business, Kirigan gives you strict orders not to touch yourself. He comes home early only to catch you in the middle of disobeying him
Series
Dust till Dawn* - You’re not sure what your relationship to Kirigan is. But when you’re kidnapped, you find out just how much you mean to him
Ok so I had started writing this chapter, didn’t like it, then this came into my head so sorry that it took awhile, but WOW all I have to say is that I am VERY proud of the direction this fic is going in and I hope you all enjoy!!!
Note: This is where things will start to get very dark. So here are the trigger warnings: angst, blood, injuries, attempted murder, cannon level violence, if you don’t like reading gorey things, I’d recommend not reading this, but it is very plot heavy.
“Again.” Ivan ordered and I turned all my focus back to the guard I was practicing on.
I felt sweat pour down my face as I touched my hands together and moved them the way Ivan had shown me too while focusing on stopping the blood flow to his head.
Nothing happened.
“Damn it!” I yelled and dropped my hands. “Why isn’t this working?”
“You need to focus y/l/n.” Ivan said, easily knocking out the guard.
“I am focusing! All I’m doing is focusing!” I yelled at him.
“Perhaps we should stop for the day.” He said evenly.
“It’s fine I can do this.” I protested looking at the unconscious guard. “When he wakes up.”
“Get some air Miss y/l/n. Perhaps try focusing on a strong emotion. I’ve always found anger to be a powerful motivator.” With that, he turned and left the room.
Defeated, I grabbed my cane and slowly made my way to the little palace gardens. Was I putting too much pressure on myself? Absolutely. How else would I measure up to the rest of the grisha? The fact that they actually can run and fight without worrying about their legs giving out… I’m a good healer, saints a great one, but after coming back to the Little palace and seeing all of the other grisha walk around with nothing stopping them… I’ll admit the thought of not being enough was more overwhelming then I’d care to admit.
I sat down on a concrete bench that was surrounded by beautiful purple flowers and pulled out my notebook. It was old and beat up, and it’s leather cover was worn so much that it was soft to the touch, but I still carried it everywhere I went.
The pages were filled with sketches and notes about the human body and how it functioned. Some of the notes I made in it were taken from old library books, but most of them were things that I found out myself at Kribirsk.
The paper crinkled as I opened it up to a new page and started making steady lines and curves. After a minute or so, a picture of a human heart started to take shape and I tilted my head at the drawing of the organ.
“That’s very good.” A voice said, snapping me out of my daze.
I dropped my sketchbook in surprise and Alina picked it up before sitting next to me.
“Sorry, I suppose I shouldn’t have startled you.”
“No it’s fine.” She carefully handed me the book and I took it gingerly. “I wasn’t exactly paying attention to my surroundings.”
“Is your training going that well?” She asked picking two of the flowers and deftly knitting them together before grabbing another.
“Am I that obvious?” I asked, watching her as she added more flowers to her creation.
“I’m sure that Bagra believes that I’m a lost cause.” She replied. Her flower creation started to take shape into a crown.
“Bagra believes everyone is a lost cause.” I shivered as I remembered the way she would walk around the group of training healers and hit us with her cane.
“What’s wrong with your training?” She asked, adding in another color of flower and weaving it in.
I watched as her hands deftly twisted the stems into the base of the crown.
“I’m having trouble stopping the blood flow to the head.”
“What would that do?” Alina asked, staying focused on the crown.
“It should cause the person to lose consciousness.” I flipped my sketchbook open to the picture of a heart.
“Should?”
“We’ll it does, I just can’t do it right.” My pencil scratched against the paper and I used my finger to shade the shadows of the heart in.
“How are you adjusting to the Little Palace?” I asked, changing the subject.
Alina stopped tying the flowers into the crown and gave me a quick glance before getting back to her work. I could tell she wanted to ask more about training, but thankfully she didn’t.
“It’s certainly grand for a little palace.” She held up her crown and showed it to me. The finished product had purple and pink flowers weaved together in a complicated braided pattern. “I wrote a letter to Mal to invite him to the palace. It’s being sent out today.”
“It’s pretty,” I nodded to her crown. “Letters usually take a week or so to go to the fold and back. I wrote one to my friend Anya who’s stationed at Kribirsk.”
“You mentioned her before.” Alina paused before putting the crown on my head and smiling at me.
“She’s like my sister.” I said truthfully as I grinned. The floral perfume of the flowers reminded me of Anya. “We grew up together, like you and Mal.”
“It’s hard not having him here.” Alina said dejectedly. “I’d always talk to him about my dreams.”
My pencil stopped moving and I raised my eyebrow. “Your dreams?”
Alina blushed and looked at her feet before they started to shuffle. “I’ve had these dreams for as long as I can remember.” She said honestly. “They’re always about this stag. Everytime. It’s a beautiful stag, it’s a pale white and has these complicated antlers that make this strange shape when it looks at you straight on. They’ve been happening more often since I’ve come here.” She had a faraway look in her eye.
“Hmmmmm.” I said thoughtfully. “Could you draw it?” I opened up my book to a new page and held out my book and pencil. “Sometimes I draw my nightmares when I get them. It just helps to get it out of my head.” To be honest, I could probably fill three sketchbooks with the amount of paper I’ve used to draw the fold and it’s demonic inhabitants.
“I’ve drawn him before.” Alina said looking at the book I was handing her, but not taking it. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” She shook her head.
“It’s no problem.” I said, keeping my hand holding the book outstretched. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I find it helps me.”
She gave the book one more critical look before gently taking it from me.
I assumed as she started drawing on the paper that she didn’t want to talk, so I studied the gardens we were in and thought about my move again. Deep breath, touch hands, bring them out, feel the blood rushing through the veins, slowly focus on stopping the liquid from fully reaching the head.
There was someone watching Alina and I from the balcony of another building, but I shut them out, focusing on these moves again and again, as the sun shone down brightly on my face.
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Aleksander’s POV
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The two of them were getting closer and Aleks smiled at the fact that his plan was moving just as he had expected. The Sun Summoner and the Shadow Healer. Two impressionable people that he’s waited centuries for.
Alina was drawing something in your sketchbook, while you were just sitting there, eyes closed, relaxed. It was a stark contrast to when he had first met you. Delirious in a healer’s tent with black blood drenching your kefta and the cot you were on.
He wasn’t there when you had emerged from the Fold, and when he heard the rumors, he had assumed that they were false. Laughed them off, in fact. A sole survivor didn’t happen, the volcra always took everyone, leaving only death and chaos behind. It wasn’t until one of his higher ranking Inferni had personally come to the palace that he had realized that the rumors were true and had left the next morning.
The camp was as loud and boisterous as it always was, the only difference being that the second and first army alike were talking in hushed whispers about the lone survivor. Some said that it was a male squallor who had used his powers to pull the volcra away from him. Racking his brain, Aleks did indeed recall a gifted squallor being on that trip. Henrik was always testing the limits of his powers and had stood out for his exemplary leadership from a young age. It wouldn’t have surprised him that he had made it out.
He rode his horse over to the crowd surrounding the tent and inwardly preened as the people there separated to let him through. It was good to know that his reputation still preceded him. He easily dismounted the steed and handed him to a stable boy who had run over upon seeing his entrance.
His oprichniki followed his lead, and without hesitation, he stepped into the tent. The smell of rotting flesh and blood tinged the air, as it did with the majority of healer tents. It didn’t bother him however, as he strode over to a dark haired young man tending a covered figure surrounded by hung blankets for what little privacy could be had in the sweltering tent.
“Moi soverennyi,” The young man gave him a quick bow before walking over to move the blankets for him.
Aleks was taken aback by the sight in front of him. Instead of Henrik, as he had assumed, it was a young girl. A healer. Her weak frame looked malnourished and she shivered despite the fact that the tent made him feel like he was being cooked alive. Her h/c hair was full of sweat and as his eyes trailed down her figure, he noticed a large black gash on her thigh and hip.
“Is this her?” He asked sternly looking at the healer.
“Yes moi soverennyi. Her injuries were very severe, and despite our best efforts, we are unable to stop the bleeding on her hip. It’s a miracle she survived as long as she has. We don’t think she’ll last much longer.” He heard the man’s voice waver at the last sentence.
“Are the two of you close?” He asked politely, not truly caring at the response, but studying her leg from afar.
“Yes, moi soverennyi, we both arrived here around the same time, I was supposed to accompany her on the skiff when I had gotten reassigned.” Ah, so survivor’s guilt is why this young man kept a diligent watch over you.
“What is your name?” He asked absently.
“Ruslan. Moi soverennyi.” The boy, Ruslan, answered quickly. He gave you another nervous look, as if you had taken a turn for the worse since he had spoken to him.
“Leave us Ruslan, and you can leave too.” He dismissed his guard with a wave of his hand.
Ruslan looked like he wanted to argue, but with one stern look from Ivan, he slowly shuffled out of the tent.
When the two of you were alone, Aleks stepped closer and sat at the chair where Ruslan had been. He watched your shaking frame with a critical eye, not saying anything. How a scrawny thing like you were able to survive was beyond him, and he kept trying to think of every possible outcome of this scenario. If you happened to survive, which was very doubtful, he would have to take you to the Tsar eventually. But if you were to die here… alone, he wouldn’t have to worry about your story driving the Tsar to publicly widen the search for the sun summoner. He had to keep the efforts of the search quiet to ensure that the Tsar didn’t get ahold of that power before him. After all, the Tsar was never inclined to chase the myths that Aleks knew to be facts.
With his mind made up, a shadow swirled around his outstretched fingers, and he moved towards your injury. Perhaps a little more merzost running through your veins would do the trick, while still making it look like you succumbed from your injuries. He felt the cool tendrils of his power branch off from his hand and connect to your hip. The second the shadow touched you, he saw your body stiffen drastically, and your breathing became more ragged. Without batting an eye, he had already come up with a plan to dispose of the boy when your hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
He cursed at the surprising touch, but continued his efforts while trying to break your grip. Your hands were ice cold, but held on as if they were made of iron, not allowing him to break free. Bodies had done stranger things in an attempt to stay alive.
As his power continued to poison your body, your hand relaxed and eventually dropped to hang off of the cot. He pressed his long fingers to your neck and felt for a pulse, when there was none, the shadows evaporated and he stood from his seat. He should have felt guilt, perhaps remorse, but all he had seen you as at the time was something in the way of his plans.
He had reached the blankets that made up the small room when his blood froze. There were slight crackling noises that had definitely not been there before. He whipped around and his eyes widened at the grisly sight before him. He hadn’t noticed the corpses before, but as their arms jerkily shot up into the air, the joints between bones twisting in the way that looked unnatural, he noticed your fingers twitching.
The decaying body on your right, jerkily sat up and he could hear the bones in his neck snapping as the corpse turned to look at him. The white eyes of the soldier following the body’s movements a second too late to look normal.
You murmured softly and the man reached his rotting arm towards him, but falling into an inanimate heap on the floor as your fingers stopped twitching. Running to your bedside, he pressed his fingers to your neck and felt your pulse jump under his touch and begin to grow stronger.
He gave one more look to the body on the floor before taking a small dagger from his cloak. He gave your prone body an eerie grin as he noticed that the bleeding on your leg had stopped. With no ceremony, he dragged the blade across the palm of his hand. Now this was something he could work with.
Omg wait WHAT
He tried to fucking k word her?!
And then she re-animated a corpse? ARE U KIDDING
This story is just blowing me away
I’m so glad your enjoying the story so far. Lol I honestly had no idea that was going to happen in the story until it just did and I was all: “Hmmmmm imma keep that in.”
This one is a bit long, but I don’t think there are any chapter warnings besides mention of past non con and angst.
And the interrogation scene is next. I’m very excited for that one
You had nearly made it to the stables, when you heard a gunshot echo in the far corridors of the Little Palace. ‘Please tell me that was part of your plan Kaz.’ You thought desperately to yourself as you shoved your few belongings you had stashed in your old room into a weathered pack.
As much as you had loved your fete dress, it was left behind with all of your other uniforms. You finished hastily buttoning your shirt before grabbing your old shoes from the front. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t see a grisha, just another commoner and that’s what you wanted.
You swallowed slightly as you carefully began to undo your leg brace. It had now become as much of a part of you as your injury had, but David himself had said that the metal he had used was rare. And that meant easily tracked.
As you slid the metal off of you, you cradled it in your arms and smiled at it. Perhaps it was stupid to feel so attached to something material, but this thing had given you a bit of your past back. It had stopped the pain from spreading up your thigh and had allowed you to be more mobile.
But you couldn’t dwell on that now, so you shoved the brace away and grabbed a nearby roll of bandages to keep yourself more sturdy.
After skillfully completing your wrap, you pulled up a pair of brown trousers and grabbed an old ratted coat that Ruslan had lent you before you left. It was time.
Slowly opening the door, you poked your head out and made your way to the place Kaz had shown you where the Zemini would be.
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Aleksander’s POV
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“What is it?” Aleks asked breathlessly as he opened his chamber doors. The last kiss he had shared with Alina still on his mind.
“Marie and Genya were attacked in the fitting room.” Ivan said seriously. “Alina was the target.”
Aleksander stiffened at that. He had known that people were after his sun summoner, but the thought that they were able to get into the Little palace left him uneasy.
“We have a suspect in custody.”
“Wait here.” Any annoyance at the interruption was gone. He had to make sure that there was no longer any threat. He finally had the stag within his grasp, and would be damned if Alina was killed before he could complete his plan.
Quickly shutting the door he walked to Alina and gave her his best smile.
“Is something wrong?” Her eyes were wide as she looked at him with concern.
“It’s nothing.” He brushed off easily. “I’ll leave my guards outside until I return.” He ran his hands down her small shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. He was so close. Too close for anyone to mess up what he had planned for Y/n and Alina.
“I’ll be waiting.” She said breathlessly as he caressed her cheek.
With a small nod he walked away but froze Galway to the door in favor of turning back to sneak one last kiss. She tasted like strawberries, and he couldn’t help but think of how you tasted like mint when he kissed you. As his lips pressed against Alina’s again, he forced himself to pull away. He could kiss her later, when the threat was dealt with and Ravka was theirs to rule, but he couldn’t help but feel the same pull of attraction he had felt towards Y/n. The one that made him want to stay in bed with her all day and never stop kissing her.
As he walked out of the room, he nodded to Ivan. “Take me to him.” He said sternly. “Any clue how he got in?”
“He hasn’t talked yet.” Ivan said as the two quickly made their way through the maze of halls.
“He will.” Aleksander said nonchalantly. “Bring Volkov as well. Two people sneaking into the Little Palace tonight is not a coincidence we can afford.”
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Y/n’s POV
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You shivered as you walked through the stables and leaned heavily on your cane. Your leg was much weaker now without your brace, and with each step you felt a familiar pain shoot up your thigh.
Leaving the musty rooms, you hobbled slowly towards the only carriage set up to leave.
“Can I help you, miss?” A deep voice asked from behind you. The Zemini was there when you turned around just as Kaz said he would be.
“Looks like you’re my ride, Kaz sent me.” You whispered softly.
The man’s eyes widened at the name and he whipped his head around to see if anyone had heard. “You’re y/l/n aren’t you?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips. “Saints Kaz found you fast.”
“More like I found him.” You responded with a shrug. “He had briefly mentioned that my passage out of here was bought. What does that mean?”
The man gave an exaggerated shrug. “Dunno. Kaz never tells me anything. Be glad he told me to expect you otherwise you’d have a bullet in your brain.”
“I appreciate not getting shot.” You said with an easy smile. “I’m Y/n.” You held out your hand.
“Jesper Fahey.” He shook your hand excitedly with a large grin. “What order are you?”
“Both a healer and heartrender.” You replied with a smile. “I’m a bit of a… special case.”
“Interesting.” He said thoughtfully. “Do you like it? Being grisha?”
You sighed and braced yourself against a large tree. “I love it. Healing others and doing something bigger than myself? I may not have had a choice, but it was perfect. Even after my accident.” You gestured to your knee. “I got it in the fold.” You explained before he could ask. “No one was able to fix it, but I still did my job, and did it well too.”
“So, what happened?” He asked seriously. “Why leave if it was so great?”
“Men are the same everywhere. Grisha or non grisha alike.” You thought back to the king and Aleksander. “Well men in power at least. You seem nice.”
He laughed at that. “Tell me about it. In Ketterdam we have entire houses that take advantage of young women. Have to stop myself everyday from going in there and shooting the bastards responsible for it.”
You nodded as you took in his tense expression. “I don’t think I’d have that much control.” You said honestly. “But it would be a bit obvious if a bunch of mobsters all fell down dead at the same time.”
He laughed again at that. “If you have any ideas on how to get away with it let me-“ Jesper froze and flattened the two of you against the tree. “You can’t be serious.” He whispered.
“What?” You hissed trying to look.
He released you and motioned for you to keep quiet.
Your eyes widened as you spotted Alina in plain brown clothes creeping towards your carriage.
The two of you stayed frozen as she pushed herself into the chest in the back.
Jesper let out a breathless laugh and you blinked at the scene. “Do- do all your heists go off like that?”
“Saints no. Usually there’s a part where we all face certain doom and have to cut our losses before coming out on top.” He started to laugh hysterically as he held out his hand for you.
You took it as you shook your head and he helped lead you towards the carriage. You’d be fine once you got used to not having your brace, but for now you weren’t used to being without it.
“What happened? You okay?” He asked, as Kaz and the Suli girl walked over.
The two looked disheveled and you swore you could smell the faint scent of smoke on their clothes.
“She’s real, Jesper. She made the light sing.” The girl whispered reverently.
“We lost her.” Kaz said gruffly, causing you and Jesper to look at each other with a smile.
“Did we?” He asked as you climbed into the carriage and winced at another sharp pain.
“We don’t know where she is.” The girl gave you a curt nod before climbing next to you.
“Don’t we?” You and Jesper laughed as the two men sat themselves on the seat. “Just ask.”
“Jesper-“
“Just ask.”
He gripped the reins tightly as Kaz glared at him.
“Fine. Do we have a fix on where the target is?”
With a small snort, Jesper flicked the reins and you were off.
I’m baaaaaaaaaack! Here is the next chapter! I’ve also written the next one and am posting that as well to thank you all for being so patient! I also would like to thank everyone for all of the love this series has gotten! I started writing this right after the show came out, but am just now able to post it online and am so happy to be writing again!
Chapter warnings: mention of past non con and angst
Y/N’s POV
“Stay behind me and act natural.” You whispered to the man who had begrudgingly introduced himself as Kaz. “Ivan! Is everything ready?” You stepped in front of Kaz to distract Ivan.
“Everything is in place, Miss y/l/n. You’ve been ordered to keep to the walls tonight, more people means more threats.”
“On Kirigan, Alina, or the royals?” The two of you walked into the demonstration room and in the corner of your eye you saw Kaz meet up with a Suli girl, but you heard his heart race when he looked at her.
He let out a scoff at that. “Right on the nose, now get in position, Alina is about to enter.”
“You got it boss!” You said with your normal cheeky salute as you walked away.
As you casually made your way to the back wall of the grand room, you felt a strong hand wrap around your arm.
“You look lovely.” Aleksander said, pulling you fatter into the shadows. He had done well to not attract the attention of the rest of the guests. He always seemed to love his grand entrances.
You did look lovely. All Grisha had one pair of formal keftas, and yours was even more detailed and intricate than your regular uniform. The main difference was the white fur that lined the neck and bottom of the coat. When you had put it on and styled your hair earlier, you had marveled at the feel of the silk against your skin and how it fit in all the right places.
“I try.” You gave him a small smile. Whatever happened, he could not know that you planned to leave.
“I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight.” He brushed his hand against your cheek and looked at you with a content smile. “I may have a surprise for you.”
You raised your eyebrow at that with a smile. “You’re not going to tell me what it is aren’t you?” You quipped back with your hands on your hips and a smile.
“Come find me after the celebrations are over and I’ll show you.” After a quick glance around, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and strode away.
“I wasn’t aware he was your lover.” You heard Kaz grumble from behind the column.
“I’ll tell you all about it when you tell the Suli girl how you feel.” You snarked back, chuckling as Feydor shoved a pink macaroon into Ivan’s stoic face which slowly turned into a wide grin.
“I could still leave you here.” Kaz responded, standing next to you.
“Why help me in the first place? Something tells me you don’t pick up strays unless you get something out of it.” You hated these parties. All the rich stuffy ambassadors and nobles that always gave the grisha dirty looks and scoffed at them when Kirigan wasn’t around. At least the gossip was interesting.
“Someone paid for your passage.” He said simply as the Kaelish ambassador walked by.
“Who-“ You stopped as he splashed a glass of wine onto his uniform and feigned as if the man had bumped into him.
“Stick to the plan.” He whispered, before turning to Ivan and Feydor.
You rolled your eyes at his strange tactics, but only watched as he walked away.
You sighed as you scanned the party and watched as the crowd parted to allow Aleksander to slip back into the room. You didn’t know what to think about him, and how much of it was from you or him. Either way, you knew that he only had bad intentions towards yourself and Alina, and there was no telling what would happen if tonight fell apart.
You may have loved Aleksander at one point, but you loved being free more.
As you watched the chattering crowds, they grew suddenly silent and you let out a low gasp at what drew their attention away.
Alina stood in the entrance of the room looking like a saint come to life. In a black kefta. You pushed away the bitterness that rose in your gut at the color of the coat. Aleksander had to have been the one to put her in that. But even then, you felt your heart patter as she locked eyes with you across the room and gave you a small smile.
You blinked in surprise, but watched as Aleksander walked up to her and the two talked quietly. You couldn’t help but listen as you could make out one sentence. “You look lovely, by the way.”
With that one sentiment from Aleksander you knew. He must have told her everything he told you. Played you both for fools and seduced two idiotically girls at the same time.
As the inferni twins began their show, your eyes stayed glued to the two of them. He couldn’t fool you now.
Shaking your head, you ended up looking at Genya as she glanced a longing gaze over to David. It seemed like love was in the air tonight. But you huffed a laugh as he only looked back to her when she looked away. If only you could be like them. Have what they obviously had.
The crowd gave a long round of applause as Alina walked to the stage with Aleksander right behind her. The crowd immediately silenced as he turned to face them.
“Her name is Alina Starkov. And she will bring liberation to us all.” Aleksander spoke regally.
She would. To everyone but herself most likely.
With a dramatic clap, the darkness spread across the room and engulfed everyone in shadows.
You held your breath as Alina stepped forward and light appeared from her hands.
“Come on Starkov.” You whispered to yourself.
As the light solidified into a small ball, you released the breath you had held and smiled as she split it into two.
With a slow wave of her hands, the glass flew across the room and the whole surface was engulfed in a beautiful blue light. “Wow.” You breathed quietly. As your neck craned to take it all in.
Aleksander looked around the room, taking in everyone’s expressions, as you stared straight at Alina. And she looked back at you. She smiled confidently as her arms gracefully moved towards her chest and your eyes locked with hers.
And with one more wave of her hands, the balls split into large lights, illuminating the room and chasing off the darkness that had engulfed it.
You smiled softly at her as the crowd began to kneel and whisper the words “Sankta Alina.”
She gave you one more smile before turning her head to look at Aleksander who watched her intently.
With everyone distracted, now was your only chance to get ready. You feel sad as you take in the wide room for what would probably be your last time.
Kaz would grab Alina, while you had to find a Zenimi man dressed in a footman’s uniform.
Hey guys! So I’ve decided to start a tag list so if you are interested in being on it, please comment below or message me! I hope to restart my two big series again, but they take time since I have to sit down and make sure that they line up with the plot of the show. But I am definitely getting back into the Shadows and Scars mindset so that would probably be written first. As always if you have any requests you can send them in! I also started writing for Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, and Steve Kemp. (Note: I will try to write DID as well as I can for the moon knight boys, but if you have any tips please send them in!) Now that I finished up my classes, updates should be more regular.
