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There was a sharp kick to Ash's ribs. Then another. "Get the fuck up." Rivain's voice cut through. "Stop it. You're making my work more cumbersome." Another voice, a female's, followed. There was a clear edge of annoyance as she lectured Rivain. Ash would feel warmth in his ribs and hear the...

Rivain exhaled sharply, the sound half a scoff, half a bitter and wounded noise. His fingers curled tightly against the iron cuff, metal searing into his palm, but he barely noticed it. Not compared to the fire Ash had set alight in his chest. You think she'd be proud of you? The question...

His grip on the iron cuff did not waver, even as the sickening scent of charred flesh burned in his nose. He did not flinch when Asher cried out, nor when his brother's body writhed against the bindings in a futile resistance. He'd seen Ash suffer before. He'd seen him broken and beaten, but...

For a while Rivain said nothing, hovering over his brother with crossed arms. His expression was blank as he studied Ash. Even now, Ash showed him that same reckless defiance. Even as the iron burned his skin, as the weight of his- their- sins threatened to crush him. He knew Ash wasn't lying to...

Rivain was still, arms crossed and expression unreadable. He didn't move. Didn't blink. Didn't breathe as he took in the mess that was his youngest brother. Ash was bruised, unsteady, barely able to stand on his own. Blood streaked his hair, his skin. Ash from the charred Elderglen clung to his...

"Mhm..." Rivain assessed his brother, noting the way his shoulders stiffened, jaw clenched as he spoke. Seven hundred twenty seven years, and he still thought he could avoid telling his brother the truth. Rivain's eyes squinted ever so slightly as if he were trying to see through whatever veil...

"Huh..." Rivain chuckled, "Should have waited until father was watching to show off how much you have improved. I am impressed, brother. First time beating me in...ever, was it?" He grabbed the cup from Asher and took a long sip followed by a content ahhhh. "Thanks." He hadn't noticed quite how...

Rivain drew a hand up to his throbbing head, shutting his eyes for a moment before he spoke. "Hours?" He looked up at his brother, the tone in his voice bordering on frantic. "What the fuck, Ash?" He made an attempt to stand, his vision blurring and forcing him back down into the chair. He...

Rivain stood in the makeshift fighting ring, fragmented rays of sun illuminating the forest floor. His vision was hazy. Everything felt vivid yet so distant. Like a memory he had never had. He turned around once, searching for anyone. The sounds of the Elderglen grounded him, but there was still...

The smug look on Rivain's face seemed to falter as his brother did not immediately rise with some sort of cocky retort. Even when Asher was unable to best Rivain in a physical fight, he often could with his words. Even in the spur of a moment, they seemed so carefully picked and crafted in a way...

He smiled over his brother, the cruel grin of an older brother not allowing the youngest to best him. Rivain could see it in Ash's eyes, the moment he began to struggle against his own magic. He hid it well, even their father could not coax fear from the boy any longer. But Rivain could see it...

When he instructed the youngest Adamou to be more unpredictable, he had meant for him to dodge. To strike somewhere unexpected. Hell, doing a somersault to dodge the harsh blows from Rivain seemed more likely than his brother stumbling. A brow raised in concern, Rivain dropping his guard to step...

Morning light filtered through the dense canopy of the Elderglen, casting dappled shadows onto the sparring ring created atop the forest floor. The air was thick with humidity, the breeze only serving to move the uncomfortably hot air around. Even in the dark shadows of the trees, there was no...