What Darkness Lies, Part Two (NSFW)

They agreed then they were too different now, too likely to hurt each other, too likely to do something they would both regret. The living and the dead…

Not-Safe-For-Work due to a brief sex scene. This post explores the relationship between Mirium and Keelath a little more in wake of Keelath becoming a death knight.

Author’s Note

Dear Mirium,

I hope you are well.

I write to you of a difficult matter. I intend this as one concerned family member to another, not as a method of eliciting guilt in you. I understand your reasons for not wanting to continue a relationship with myself, and how hard it must have been for you to learn I am, if not living, aware and walking the earth again. I wouldn’t wish to make your day harder, but for the concern I have for another affected by us both.

As I told you once, I wish to treat Medyfivol as my daughter. Her own father seems to not have made much of his responsibilities to her, and she’s confessed she has felt lost and “like a freak”—her own words—since her transformation. I made this decision before our own relationship was clarified, but with your blessing I would prefer to continue acting as a parent to her even still. I can understand her sentiments on a more personal level, and she is a valuable connection to Evelos while faction lines and his sickness of mind divide us. I hope you understand this is not meant in a mercenary fashion, only a desire to keep in contact with both of my children.

To that end, I tell you of a worrisome event of earlier this evening. I met Medyfivol at the Darkmoon Faire, and we spoke some of the family. When she learned you had left Dawnmist, she began to cry and seemed to be afraid you would disappear from her life entirely.

I explained to her that neither of us have much reason for staying at Dawnmist now, and that I was certain you still loved her, but I thought it may also do better coming from your lips. Perhaps we should come to a more steady accord than separated? As I intend to keep in contact with Evelos as well, I would wish for the relationship between his parents to be a positive one while he is suffering.

I also bring news from Tyrdan. Lellith and he are expecting. The child will become the heir of Dawnmist. When they asked my blessing to marry, I told them one condition of granting it would not be to involve the child with any doings of the fel until he or she is old enough to decide him- or herself. I hope she complies.

Respectfully,

Keelath

Dear Keelath,

Of course you can continue to act as Medi’s father. I had hoped you would, if I’m being honest here. Though Talthan was never overtly cruel to her, he did ignore her, and I know she craves a good, solid bond with someone. I’d rather she learn from you, who I can trust to be honorable and kind, than all her questionary friends she would meet in Murder Row. I’ll speak to her, of course, but you do you too, and don’t stop doing you where she’s concerned, if that makes sense. Did that come out wrong? I hope not.

I will send my congratulations on to Tyrdan (or you may do it for me?), though I am a little worried. You said this woman has had dealings with the fel? Are you sure they didn’t already resort to it to conceive so fast? Not my business, really, just something I thought…

I guess this means Evelos has been well and truly pushed out of the line for inheriting the barony, though. We should probably only tell him when he is better, shouldn’t we? But we should also consider what it means for our grandson. Perhaps a talk with his intended while he is ill would be good. Though Talthan didn’t exactly neglect me, either, in a lot of ways I raised Medyfivol by myself, and I wouldn’t wish that on another woman. It’s not just wanting to see my grandson often that I would reach out to her and support her.

I wish I could give you a better answer about, well, “us”… I’m still very fond of you, and the separation hurts. But some of my other reasons for wishing to maintain some distance are still there. Give me some more time to think of it, please. I promise to do that thinking and stay in contact, for now.

Do keep me updated on Medi if she says something else. Thank you for telling me about it.

Love,

Mirium

Dear Keelath,

I spoke with Medyfivol as you suggested. I have also spoken with Evelos’ intended. Are you aware his mate to be is of the Ravencroft family? The one we sold that pair of warhorses to, just before the war. I don’t think she likes me much, though.

Medi was a bit of a bear. I think I got through to her, but it was difficult.

They tell me Evelos is dying. They are doing everything they can to help him, but I thought you should know. <Some teardrops stain the parchment here.>

—Mirium

Dear Mirium,

I would not wish to impose on you, but the tone of your last letter was concerning. May we meet, to speak in person…?

Mirium closed her eyes as she read Keelath’s latest letter. She thought about his request to meet, and her mind sent her whirling back to a time just a few days prior…

He had no heartbeat. She lay against his chest, a heavy blanket heaped on top the both of them to cut away his innate chill. Nor he did have breath: his lips massaged hers as they kissed, endlessly, and she was the one breaking each time to gasp in air.

She tried every trick she knew, but all of them failed to interest him. Finally he took her under him, using blood magic and memory to please her. He was cold inside her, and she had cried out in shock as in joy, and just as much with sadness at the proof he had no seed to plant inside her any longer.

He stayed with her until her own passions subsided, his expression barely changed. She had tears in her eyes.

“Is there no way to help you?” she asked him once, tone low and mournful.

“There is only death,” Keelath answered honestly enough. Neither asked nor gave elaboration.

He didn’t sleep, but she must have, as it was some hours later when she woke. A fuzzy idea was in her head.

She didn’t tell him, though he watched her in confused silence as she stirred from their bed. She took up the knife from her camp kit and cut a bloody line across her collarbone. His nostrils flared, a darkness and sudden energy appearing behind his eyes.

“It’s alright,” she told him, and took his hand.

His lips were gentle and tentative at first on her shoulder, then more demanding. She caught his wrist, just as much to stall him as to make her own demand with a kiss, teasing him in a way she was once able to do with her body instead of her blood.

This time he was more forceful, channeling some alien aggression into the act at he chewed at her flesh. They both cried out in pleasure, if for different reasons.

The morning after her shoulders were an ache of clots. Keelath had risen early and was standoffish, understandably ashamed. She was frightened and sore, but forgave him quickly, and asked for his own forgiveness for her foolishness. They agreed then they were too different now, too likely to hurt each other, too likely to do something they would both regret. The living and the dead…

Tears sliding down her cheeks brought her back to the present. She didn’t read the rest of the letter, only taking up her quill and penning a brief but polite declining of their meeting.

Medyfivol and Tyrdan would not understand, she knew. She prayed that perhaps Evelos might, but instead hoped he never found out if he was not much longer for this life. The reminder of that fading, too, brought her head to her arms, as she quietly sobbed out her grief.

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