Sarah Wolff

I try to write pretty things

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“Shhhh.” He hushed gently, petting her hair and pressing her face against his chest. “It’s alright. You’re alright.”

She was not alright. The tears started leaking out and soaking into his linen shirt, the smell still twisting through the air. Everything shook, only causing more pain from between her shoulder blades.

He reached up to unlock the chains around each wrist- the only things keeping her from the stone floor.

His nose nuzzled into her neck and cheek while an arm wound around her waist, and the weight of her body released from her arms as each chain fell away. “There we go.” He cooed, getting an arm under her knees.

He adjusted his hold and she started to fade, the pain radiating through her back, but she caught one last glimpse of the cold, stone room they retreated from. The red glow of the hot brand slowly fading in the soggy air.

Wolff.s.e

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“I gave my heart away a long time ago.” She dared not move. He had her pinned like a dog. “To a little red haired girl, standing up on the side of a lush green mountain.” Her breath caught. “We weren’t supposed to be there because of how steep it was, we were warned several times. But we were almost to the top, and you refused to go back.” He leaned in, glancing at her lips. “We were mist drenched and fog covered, the sun blotched by the clouds that hugged to us.” He shook his head. “But you were so radiant against that green.” He whispered. “So wild and untamable. Your wool dress streaked in mud and leaves. But you just grinned. Because we were high enough that we could see over the other mountains. You watched your uncle tame his beasts. But I watched you… and it doesn’t matter if the gods of hell themselves separate us, Kimber the fair.” He looked at her as if the gods had already challenged him. “You are mine.” He growled.

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Honestly the sting of it will never go away. You will never forget the face of pain, or fear, or their face as they left this world. You will always feel their hand around yours.” His eyes softened. “Death clings to the living because it is cold and wants to know it’s warmth… You will have to let it go, Ren.” He instructed gently. “Their cold can weaken our minds and kill us. We must warm ourselves.”

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Forra’s spine straightened. “It got better for a while,” She lied. “Now it just flares up in… in bouts of idiocy.” She motioned to the book as if disgusted with herself.

Cammy’s face turned light, relaxed. It was Forra’s decision, it always had been, even if she sometimes feared her path, she would never let her walk it alone.

“Damn straight.” Jay said snatching the book up once again. “No more.”

She nodded, and allowed him to take the book away, wrapped her arms around herself and allowed him to stride over to one of the far fireplaces and chuck it inside. She also allowed herself to smile with pleasure as he barked a curse into the flames… because the thing wouldn’t burn.

Wolff.s.e

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“I just needed a nap.” She sounded defeated. His queen, his ruler, the moon in his sky, and she sat under a desk needing a nap.

“Why in the hell didn’t you go to bed then?” He moved the chair away and crouched down next to her. Her gown was relaxed, silk, glistening in a silver stream over her pale skin. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from those berry lips though. Like a frost had come in the middle of summer, she was the entity reaping mother nature of her plans.

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I still miss you. I still think about you, and love you. I still wish we could be those two girls again. It was a simpler time for us.

The problem is that I see life much differently from you. That has always been our problem.

I’m optimistic and take life as it comes at me. If I have a problem I handle it, overcome it, conquer it.

Your lack of drive frustrated me. Not because you didn’t have one necessarily, but because I always felt like you didn’t give yourself enough credit. Like you were selling yourself short. You have as good a chance as anyone- we were in the same boat you and I. But I feel like I learned to swim… but you’re still hoping for some wave to carry you to a shore.

Here’s the truth. I want you to make it. I want you to wake up every day happy, and fulfilled. I want you to smile, and feel joy. I want you to be passionate and complete. I want you to be successful and have more love than you know what to do with. I want someone to cherish you and wrap you in blankets and cook you food. I want you to have a family that is supportive and strong, and I hope that you find people to be that for you.

I hope you grow. Mentally and emotionally.

I hope you grow.

And I miss you so fucking much, but I don’t think it’s possible anymore. I have felt loss and pain, and I can honestly say that you are one of those people to teach me what it is. In fact I know it, because every time I see you, either a picture or in person, it hits me. It hits me right in the chest and it makes me sad, it makes me wilt, and I become frustrated.

Because I will always love you. We will always love you. We will always wish you were apart of our lives again, always want good things for you, and will always be sending emotional support from afar.

Even if you don’t ever think of me, or him, or us.

We will keep thinking of you.

Wolff.s.e

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“You used me!” Ren screamed from beneath Roarke. He straddled her, pinning both arms against her chest. “Any chance you have, you will use me! That isn’t the actions of family, of a sister.”

“I am a queen!” Corin raged over Sky’s shoulder, still fighting against him.

“You were my sister first!” Tears or wrath seeped from the corners of her eyes.

Perhaps it was more than wrath, more than rage or sadness.

It was betrayal.

“You were my sister first.” She repeated with calm despair.

Wolff.s.e

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“The day most of my unit died we had been over run with the clans. The MoonWood and FareGrove clans had joined together to line their borders in Vasthetis.” His jaw feathered. “It was Luke’s very first battle. I had him clinging to my side, crying out with every man that attacked. Because the adrenalin was hitting him, and he was petrified. He was going into a state of wide eyed shock where he had no control over anything that happened around him.”

Ren held her breath.

“I looked down and he was gone.”

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“Planning on standing out here all night?”

The cookie tin was almost smashed into Roarke’s smug face as he leaned against the door jam- against Ren’s door jam- like he owned the damn place.

“It’s alright.” Roarke looked at his finger nails- which were annoyingly clean. “I know it can be intimidating to be held to my standards,” He flashed a grin. “However, you’ll never meet them,”

Bail’s flames burst to life nearly subconsciously.

Roarke was not intimidated. “So you can relax.”

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“Did you already have dinner?” Bail asked Ren as he immediately put a shield around the room.

She nodded, eyeing the cookie tin. “Whacha got there?”

He gave a crooked grin. “Nothing.”

Zaizle sniffed. “He brought cookies.” The delight was clear in her tone.

Ren smiled brightly, a glow from within that only she had, causing Bail’s heart to clench up.

“Apology cookies.” He clarified, scooping Zaizle into an arm and venturing deeper within the room.

Wolff.s.e

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“Why do you dislike Roarke so much?”

Momentarily he was frozen by her frankness. It must truly bother her- their incapability to get along- if she was being so forward.

Averting his gaze he took a deep breath. “We just… don’t get along.”

“You’ve never tried.”

“He doesn’t put too much effort forth.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Because you do?” Then she took a dignified nip out of her cookie.

Wolff.s.e.

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A crackling rang within the room, Corin’s smile of rage turning into only a stare of promised death. The mist fluttering in from outside turned to tiny droplets of ice freezing in the air around them, dropping like rain and bouncing on the marble floor, trinkling down the steps like diamonds from a hand.

A choking noise escaped the advisors throat, his eyes bulging and his skin turning just the smallest shade of blue.

Corin watched silently a moment, then took a small breath.

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Each frosted statue was a queen of old. They stood frozen in delicate poses, each with the same symbolic crown atop their heads. The throne of which the queen sat was made of the same white quartz that had been on the door. It jutted out in every which way, looking like ice under her palms, raw and shimmering in the casting sun that shone through the huge wall with an open arch far behind her. Through the arch sat Velothin’s signature. The waterfall. It’s mist drifted in with the morning sun, the sound of it’s rage plunging deep into the body of water below it. And atop that throne, glinting in white and grey, shining then with the brilliance of the morning, there sat the young Queen Corin of Velothin, known as the frosted crowned queen. Her hair was white, or silver, a crown of ice spiking up through it. Percaline pale skin and eyes made of shards of pale blue and violet made her not only beautiful but devastatingly so.

Wolff.s.e

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Roarke’s lady was coming, high footsteps tapping on the white marble floors, glossed so heavily he could see the shine of his own eyes. Her steps were not rushed, not worried, not unsure. Her smell filtered down the hall overpowering his senses like a rain sweeping across the mountain sides. It was of a storm twisting through the sky in an angry roil.

He straightened from his place against the wall, adjusting his fighting leather, smelling of the oils and iron- even shaking the sleeves of his undershirt to adjust them.

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“The god of death is very difficult man to evade.” He said softly. “He doesn’t care how, or by whom, but he cares that it happens on his time.”

She met his eyes, never hearing him speak of death before.

Roarke shifted towards her slightly. “It wouldn’t have mattered if you had had the power of Orin running in you, Kerra would have died.” She sucked in a breath, but he continued. “He demands compliance, that god. He demands to be heard, to be noticed, to be recognized. She is gone, and we both stand here contemplating death for those we love, praying to the mother that we never face close loss. Because we are selfish beings.” He whispered. “Though sadness is laced with her death, we are just grateful it wasn’t someone we love, someone we would truly mourn for.” He straightened some. “We’ve both tasted it before, and neither wish to taste that ash in our mouths again.”

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Her sharp look spiked over her shoulder.

He held the look, eyebrows raised. “I’m your advisor, I’m advising you. Heed this warning.”

She eyed Ren again. “We haven’t been called to The Mountain of Kur since I took the throne. If the goddess is telling the truth,” Sky bristled slightly. “then she’ll send a better warning.”

Ren hissed.

Sky’s voice was soft. “Even you can not command a goddess my queen.”

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She was pretty, with pale skin and golden hair, the sort of gold that caught the sun rays in the morning time. Innocent. Her eyes were blue, lips pink. Like a glass doll, primped in a highly laced and ruffled gown, curls set in the night before so they would be pristine, posture erect at all times.

Now her arms floated in a delicate way around her, those curls breaking from their pins and drifting about her head, the arm of the monster jutting out from under her dress- as if she had become a human puppet within it’s grasp.

It’s eyes were staring at her from behind Kerra’s body, as if it could hide it’s massive form behind her dainty one.

Ren swore it’s hideous face smiled in a victory.