ArvaleeKnight

A month rolled by. Every day you kept yourself busy with setting traps and better fortifying your new home. The animals you killed for food were skinned and cooked. You carved some of the bones into trinkets just like Kesegowaase had taught you once on a hunting trip. You had enough skins by the end of the month that you used them to fashion a proper and comfortable bed. Nights were getting easier to sleep through. The nightmares came and went. Some nights were harder than others. Some days, too. The nightmares brought on by the events from that night in the alley, led to different nightmares. And half the time you couldn’t decipher wh

The sounds of the quarry clattered against her eardrums. Metal clashed rhythmically against stone and ropes groaned as they hauled materials to higher levels. A cart creaked past her on the path as she hiked downhill. Her feet were stones, weighing heavily and her steps were staggered and painful. She nearly tripped into the chair at the cantina, breath staggering and bones trembling. Someone shoved a bowl onto the table in front of her and walked off without a word. Few people ever talked. She couldn't remember the last time she spoke or looked someone in the eyes. Or even raised her head up. What did her voice even sound like anymore? She

Surana could feel the warmth encasing her, the weight of Cullen’s arm draped across her waist. The curtains surrounding the bed kept them hidden from view, casting them both in a thick darkness. Her eyes adjusted easily though. Elves were known for being able to see well in the dark. Her fingertips reached out to trace the smooth outline of his lips, the same lips that had kissed her skin last night. Surana could hardly believe that it all wasn’t some dream. He felt so real lying beside her, the cold chill of the tower easily chased away by his grasp. Her fingers glided along his jaw and up into the curls of his blonde hair. He

Nights were filled with sweat drenched nightmares. You couldn’t close your eyes without hearing the clash of thunder and feel the heat of blood on your hands. The nightmares always felt real, memories dredging up darker memories. You realized how many people you had killed and how many times your soul died while imprisoned as a slave. Shay did what he could for you. He used a cold damp cloth to wipe your forehead and ease you back to bed. But once you woke screaming there could be no rest. You stared at the ceiling until dawn. The only comfort you had was Shay’s shoulder pressing into yours, reminding you that you were safe in hi

Cullen Rutherford/SuranaTwo weeks had passed and during that time she'd collected an absurd amount of books and scribbled notes. The First Enchanter had brought her grimoires from his personal collection, containing texts from foreign countries and those of ancient times. It took her hours to translate a few mere pages but the knowledge and history she gained was priceless. Cullen would sneak a few visits in, always being cautious before stepping into her quarters. But it seemed like every visit, the Templar grew more and more confident and perhaps even stepped closer to her each time. At one point, she could feel the heat radiating off of h

He was always late. The coffee always sucked. And meetings always took longer than you ever wanted them too. Actually, fuck meetings. Everything said at meetings were better sent in emails. And mornings. Who the hell decided that waking up before the sun was a good idea? Fuck them too. “Detective. Bright and cheery as usual.” Jihoon sipped out of his cup while waking by, barely paying you much attention. “Recent murder got you down?” You sat slouched in your desk chair, arms folded and fingers digging into the leather of your jacket. “I rolled out of bed for this meeting and the boss isn’t even here yet&#

“The group consists of six known members. At the top is V, a photographer from a rich family. Real name is Jihyun Kim.” You taped the photograph onto the glass board for the rest of your team to see. “His left hand is presumed to be Jumin Han, the son of C&R’s chairman. The two males are apparently close friends who grew up together.” You added Jumin’s photo, turning your attention to the hard stares. “Explains why they haven’t been caught.” Woosik snarled irritably. “Rich kids with all that money and power…” Minjun folded his hands against his mouth then added calm