“Yes, yes, you are on the ground,” said Breyd, stuttering slightly over her relief that he was okay—and not a little bit of irritation now at his recklessness. “Are you okay?”
“Good morning, dalah’surfal.” Breyd’s voice and the sound of the curtains being drawn back roused Evelos from his doze. He spent a moment staring at her, blinking in the fresh sun, before sitting up. It wasn’t as hard for him now, Breyd observed, but his lack of muscle tone still made her worry. “Do you think you could stand on your own today?” she asked. “You’ll be coming home.”
“I’ll try,” said Evelos.
“After breakfast,” replied Breyd with firmness, and slid a bowl of broth under his chin. “Eat up, love. Or drink up, as it were.”
“My favorite,” said Evelos dryly. Continue reading “Going Home”
Your letter was late in arriving. Continue reading “Selected Letters”
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Mirium continued to walk backward as Keelath started to move forward again. “That is not the right answer to that question, mister!”
It was the gift of the dead, to move while asleep. To do without thinking. To serve without questioning.
“You walk around like a clenched fist rather than an open hand, brother. I think you close yourself off from…what life can still be.”
Tyrdan’s words echoed in Keelath’s head Continue reading “What Darkness Lies, Part Three”
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
I hope you are well.
I write to you of a difficult matter. Continue reading “What Darkness Lies, Part Two (NSFW)”
“It’ll make more sense in time,” soothed Tyrdan. “This year is the beginning of the end of all our troubles.”
The change came on very slowly. His skin and hair faded to silver and gray. His new hunger suddenly sharpened, then diminished as abruptly as it had came on. And everyday he felt more clear-headed, and more himself, though he couldn’t say who that old self has been, as he had been bumbling since infancy. Continue reading “Regrowth, Part Two”
The next day she was unreasonably overjoyed to see Keelath had returned, waiting to greet her in the hall as was his ought since her return. Continue reading “The Leaving”
“We could get through this,” he said.
“We could, but sometimes, maybe it is better to just let go.”