- Messages
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- Character Biography
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"Hmm?" Sadie's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Nikolai's voice, bleary and confused. The apology hung in the air like a ghost. Unexpected, unwanted. She blinked up at him, brows knitting together, still half-asleep, her mind catching up to the words he'd said.
"What.." She murmured, barely audible as she tested the word aloud. Her lips pressed into a thin line and she shifted, dragging herself up and over him, her wings trailing behind like her shadow. One hand braced against his chest as she settled herself atop him, straddling his waist. Dark hair spilled around her shoulders, a curtain veiling her face in shadow.
Her other hand moved to cup his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. She was still half-dreaming, she was sure of it. Still caught in remnants of a world where she could be so bold. A world where he didn't look at her like he was breaking apart. "Stop." She whispered. Her tone was sharp. "You didn't make me a part of anything. I know what I did."
Her thumb brushed across his cheek, tracing faint stubble. "You are a part of me. Not the other way around. You have been since before I even knew your name." She continued, her voice softening. "I don't know when it happened, but I read the story. From Eluin. The one of my life. Fate did this. It was written before we ever met."
Her attention focused on the hand over his chest, to the ink that crept over her own skin. Thorny vines and delicate flowers woven together. Her finger traced the patterns. "The darkest of the Ail'thain...with a void where his heart should be...would find a light to fill it..."She was murmuring, mostly to herself. "A flame he couldn't put out. A life he would claim, but one which would claim him. Salvation and ruin tied together with a crimson thread."
Sadie's fingertips brushed over the dark ink, her hand splaying where the pattern continued from him to her. A matching mark, proof of the bond. Proof that no matter how hard he fought it, no matter how hard she fought it, this was how it was meant to be.
"I didn't understand it at first. I didn't want to." She admitted, "But now...I know. It isn't just the bond. It's not just fate. I wanted this, too." Her hands moved to his shoulders, anchoring herself there. "I did what I was supposed to do," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly but wholly unyielding. "I did what I wanted to do. Because you are mine. And if this is what ruin feels like, then let it ruin me like the prophecy claims."
She leaned forward, pressing a gentle, almost chaste kiss to his throat. "I am not afraid of you. I chose this."
"What.." She murmured, barely audible as she tested the word aloud. Her lips pressed into a thin line and she shifted, dragging herself up and over him, her wings trailing behind like her shadow. One hand braced against his chest as she settled herself atop him, straddling his waist. Dark hair spilled around her shoulders, a curtain veiling her face in shadow.
Her other hand moved to cup his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. She was still half-dreaming, she was sure of it. Still caught in remnants of a world where she could be so bold. A world where he didn't look at her like he was breaking apart. "Stop." She whispered. Her tone was sharp. "You didn't make me a part of anything. I know what I did."
Her thumb brushed across his cheek, tracing faint stubble. "You are a part of me. Not the other way around. You have been since before I even knew your name." She continued, her voice softening. "I don't know when it happened, but I read the story. From Eluin. The one of my life. Fate did this. It was written before we ever met."
Her attention focused on the hand over his chest, to the ink that crept over her own skin. Thorny vines and delicate flowers woven together. Her finger traced the patterns. "The darkest of the Ail'thain...with a void where his heart should be...would find a light to fill it..."She was murmuring, mostly to herself. "A flame he couldn't put out. A life he would claim, but one which would claim him. Salvation and ruin tied together with a crimson thread."
Sadie's fingertips brushed over the dark ink, her hand splaying where the pattern continued from him to her. A matching mark, proof of the bond. Proof that no matter how hard he fought it, no matter how hard she fought it, this was how it was meant to be.
"I didn't understand it at first. I didn't want to." She admitted, "But now...I know. It isn't just the bond. It's not just fate. I wanted this, too." Her hands moved to his shoulders, anchoring herself there. "I did what I was supposed to do," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly but wholly unyielding. "I did what I wanted to do. Because you are mine. And if this is what ruin feels like, then let it ruin me like the prophecy claims."
She leaned forward, pressing a gentle, almost chaste kiss to his throat. "I am not afraid of you. I chose this."
