Qeya River star

blackfell halts mid-step, her voice—soft, unguarded—coiling around him like a phantom of what could have been.

a voice that once carried weight in court, now stripped bare in a moment between what they were and what they had become.

you should not say such things.

his jaw tightens. no, he should not. because that would call into question all of what they had become. it would call into question her marriage where she played the role of subservient wife. it would call into question the life he sought to build with gjalla.

yet...

or should i?

red eyes return to her, narrowing, as if to challenge the sentiment threatening to swell between them. but he turns again just as quickly, marching down the way he had come.

fade <3