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his voice washed over his like distant thunder, and though it sounded softer now, less angry, she flinched.
s'il te plaît,she managed. barely. her voice was a low, rough rasp in her throat, like she’d forgotten how to use it. like she’d lost it in in the ashes, and didn’t want it back.
swallowing down panic, eliana shook where she stood, head dipping low. her tail, long enough that tendrils kissed at her ankles, taunting her like teasing whispers, tucked tightly between her legs. she wished for the comfort of her room. lonely as it was, it was all she knew.
was that an apology?
this was how it always started, wasn’t it? soft voices, gentle lies. her family had spoken in lullabies before they took her eyes. they had wept and whispered their regrets, with greedy grins hidden behind their masks
her lips parted, a breath struggling to escape like wind through cracking stone. she tried again, though not from bravery, but from fear. out of helplessness. her english was choppy from misuse, her accent thick, but she tried.
s'il te plaît, p-please. who...you?
she looked for him, frantic, milky eyes pearly and shining, finding nothing.
I—no soldier...her tongue caught, clumsy and uncertain.
I…fille...I—what was she? who even was she anymore?
no prophet or oracle. not a sister, or a daughter. not a gift, or a girl sought. not even a girl hunted.
not here. not now.
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