Gryff’s eyes remained wide open listening to her, phrases, that streamed like water with notes of the flow rippling softly. It had been so long. Memory sat deep in his bones, like a habit, like an instinct — a voice, that meant safety, solitude, care, that was enough to make him calm
that U S E D to be enough.
He gaped at her, he listened, he saw familiar features & heard familiar notes, but he did not recognize. What has changed in her, it was barely tangible at first sight, but it EXISTED, giving a feeling of a splinter in your hand — just being there, invisible, impossible to grasp, seemingly small & insignificant, but slowly driving you crazy with it’s mere presence.
She was different now. And this was some bullshit right here.
Gryff barely perceived what was said, with his mind still messed by the revelation, & what’s more important — with the lack of wish to understand. Edie spoke in some incoherent phrases, tint irony in it, that felt so strange & distant, that it made goosebumps run down his arms all out of sudden. She was missing the fucking point. He did not know what this was about, neither did he care for any bloody r i d d l e s, he cared for one thing — EXPLANATION, one that’d make sense, one that’d make her drop the fucking act & speak sense.
The Whitehill almost gave in to the temptation of stepping forward & straight up demanding one.
“We have to talk.” He breathed this out, then gritting teeth back, with little wish to say much more for others to see. He could feel Harys step forward silently somewhere behind him, but called the move off with a slight motion of his hand. Presence of the man gave him confidence like nothing else did, yet this had to be solved between the two of them. “In private.”
once, she would have cared about his ANGER and sought to QUIET him, UNDERSTAND what had pushed him so far. ONCE UPON A TIME, edie degore had spent her time trying to raising gryff to be s t r o n g and to wield his rage, not rely on it. looking upon him, it made an unfamiliar notion burst behind her ribs, expand throughout her, and it hungered. her beast-like smile was sharp, the barest flash of teeth behind her lips. ( NOTHING AS POWERFUL AS YOU WAS EVER FORGED WITHOUT FIRE AND SWEAT AND BLOOD ). eyes never quite left gryff, predatory in a manner, even as they counted the soldiers again.
her stride projected PRIDE and GRACE, a hand briefly touched rodrik’s shoulder ( i can handle him ). did he not see it ? did he not understand ? the line was drawn now and there would be no gaiety, there was no love, and there would be no JOY. she paused briefly, a sardonic bow given before all, as her lips curved more; a grinning beast. ❛ of course, m’lord. ❜ the word tacked on to the sentence, thick with a grim sense of obedience. ( i am nothing without the pain ). her eyes danced with shallow mirth. a simple gesture of her hand as she moved past him, feet carrying her towards ironrath’s forge.
❛ i don’t see what you can’t understand, gryff, ❜ her voice was soft, gentle. this was all purposeful, of course. the more he was placed off balance, the better she could act. the past could be a weapon as much as one’s body or a sword. memory had a way of bringing back feelings that could spring like WEEDS, choking one’s ability to do what they must. fingertips brushed across racked swords, edie checked every one idly, assurance that these blades were up to her standards.
❛ i stand with the forresters, ❜ her head tilted back slightly, eyes flicked to him in indolence. ❛ or did your father not tell you ? ❜
another easily exploited point. ( A WHITEHILL IS STILL A WHITEHILL ). she knew, she heard, she saw. ludd had attempted to assuage the brothers, stop the hatred, but hardly worthwhile in the end. oh, but she was aware of his worship of ludd, he would fight tooth and nail for his father. ( fool, caring is not an advantage here ). but he didn’t know this. gryff did not see the rot behind the shimmer.
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