Emerald Shades
His breath can burn like acid, and yet his words are gentle. Feather-like. Smooth and buttery, a true tongue of silver. He wraps an arm around me and drops one hand to his side. I watch it carefully.
He continues talking, murmuring about the kingdom we could share, the treasures, the power. He needs me, but makes it sound like I can’t survive. Not without him. I summon a light breeze to blow across the bench. A bench in a park, which is now suspiciously empty. His eyes tell me he knows, but he says nothing. Simply sets a small chest in my hand. I still watch his other arm.
“You could’t do it without me. Not only do I know the ins and outs of the palace, I also know the guards weaknesses and distractions. Plus, someone like you could do a lot with such a place of power to anchor you,”
He’s still talking, trying to win me over. I open the small chest, and feel air wosh out. At the same time, he visibly caves. Inside is the gem. Sure, win a girl over with jewelry, but this was different. It was a Shadow Glass jewel.
His other hand comes up, holding a dagger slick with blood. He rests in in his lap. I see the look of defeat in his face. And anger. He’s desperate. But underneath that, I see a lost boy. A boy who only wants to prove himself. To his father. To his mother. His brother. To me.
“Please. I have no one else. I need your-”
His voice catches, as if he’s trying not to cry.
“I need you.”
And I see his face. I see the agony etched into his forehead, the pain in his emerald eyes, the anger around his mouth. I see the tear trailing down his cheek, leaving a mark like a winding snake.
“Oh, my dear Loki. I’ll always be there.”
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