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I keep doing this help

Also this are the originals: https://constable-frozen.tumblr.com/post/176864530583/elsa

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A fate divided part I

"This town his going in a downward spiral ever since those men from the Citadel took over"

"Hey, don't think too much about it, it's not the end of the world. Let's just enjoy our day out, the spring weather is being kind to us, might as well be grateful to the pyre for our blessings and live joyfully"

"You are right Abby, the day is lovely, there is no point for us sister to gloom on such grandiose blue sky with concerns over the Magistrate"

Abby has always known how to bring my smiles back to surface, and this time she did again, lifting a heavy weight off my shoulders, blanking the worries off my tiredless mind, reminding me of the beauty beyond the abyssal hole the Magistrate... No, I need to focus, today is just for us.

Abby and Sarah.

We went to the hills on the outskirts of town, away from the spectral glow emerging from the 'abyss' as the soldiers called it, a hole to a different realm made, or rather discovered by the Magistrate high consulate of mages.

The green grass was soft and gracious to our bare feet, just like Abby said it would. We are very different, she is of fair hair, long and bind in a thick tress; a bohemian soul; a beauty envied by every woman in town and our mailbox filled with poems from the men that swoon over her. I, well I am not a hideous beast, I get letters as well and I am the talk of some, but not nearly as charismatic as Abby; I am not as bold as she is in my clothing choices, not out of modesty; my hair dark chestnut, as if the polar opposite of her bright one and I prefer my hair to only reach my shoulders and to be just combed. We both share our mother's blue eyes and pale skin along with her lips, lips that many had made poems about, even to me.

"This is what this town needs, Seris needs to leave the abyss be and come and sit in the grass and do nothing, just one day, just one to connect back to nature."

"It is quite pleasant. Only us and the birds singing love tunes to the females, it is very relaxing and... Abby, what on the realm are you doing?", her hand was diving in between her breast thru her cleavage as if... as if searching?

"Close your eyes Sarah", and I did, it was strange to look at my sister's chest for that long, "Now, you can look".

I heard her knees popping as she stood up, my eyes were still shut, a weird cold feeling in the back of my neck telling me I should keep them as they were, but I had to look. I opened my lids slowly, not sure why, and then I was staring at her blue eyes, she was looking down to her hand, my sight follows and finds her hand in a fist, her nails facing upwards. Her fingers relax and reveal mother's old locket, our family heirloom, made of steel and shaped as a shield.

"You, you got it fixed?"

"Yes, the blacksmith repaired it for just a silver coin... and a smile, and he even polished back to its former glory. Open it!"

My thumb unlocks the metallic hook and I open the locket. My breathing ceased, my eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing, our faces in tiny portraits on each side. Back in the day, this locket would have a portrait of our parents, but the fire...

"I couldn't salvage a portrait of them to show the artist to recreate, but we had our portrait from your birthday in the living room, he made this ones based on it."

I was caught off guard, my sister had given me the greatest gift I could ever dreamed of. It brought tears to my eyes, it warmed my heart. I felt as if summer was trapped under my skin, I wished right there to be wearing a slitted skirt and sleeveless shirt as Abby, maybe that way the heat inside me would be bearable.

"But when did you did all this? How was I so distracted to miss all these wonderful actions" I could not control the honey coated tone that flew along with my words.

"Remember the date with the spire vanguard, the man with the strange accent", I did remember that man, he was very confident, to use pretty words, "Well I lied, and took advantage of you being at the church of the pyre praying for my safety, as you do whenever I go out with a suitor"

I pray for the pyre to maintain her maiden status, no man she has been courted by is deserving of her, she deserves a Quee- a King that would make her a Queen I mean.

"Turn around, let me put on you"

"No, not on my neck," I extended my arm, "I want to look at it at all times"

A smile on her lips as she tied the locket’s leather strap to my gloved right forearm.

“This is the best day of my life… our life, Abby, thank you”

“You know what will make it better, to sit under our tree”

Many moons ago, we came to these same hills and walked the same paths, we tired ourselves running and rolling on the soft green grass and reach for a tree’s shade for rest. Abby’s usual curiousness lead her to explore the tree before sitting with me, she found on something written on the tree bark, a couple of names, one of a woman, the other a male’s. I heard her doing something and stood up and walked round the tree. Abby had a silver coin on her hand, she was using it to carve on the bark.

Abby

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Sarah

It became our tree.

“I would love to, but,” the sun was approaching the edge of the world tinting the skyes in a purple blood tone, “the curfew is almost upon us, we need to get back home before sundown”

She seemed unhappy about it, she always was. There was not much to do, it was the magistrate rules.

I got worried as we walked back to town, Abby was quieter than normal.

We got home, the sun was still on this realm, but, there was something else. An Outer Tribunal Judge, dressed in magistrate red waiting for us at our door. With him a cart with iron bars and a war machine. My blood went cold.

“By order of the Magistrate Grand Consulate of Mages, I come here to collect the chosen sacrifice”, His tone dark and his rhythm steady, the man had no hesitation speaking such horrible words, “The one under the name Abby”

“No!”, I shouted, my throat dried, “You can’t take her, she was not chosen, she-”

“Sarah, I was. The abyss is relentless, only a sacrifice will tame its hunger”

She was holding tears.

I could not. Not when I could see the shame tainting her beautiful face. I realized then why she had taken all those chores and preparations for the day, she knew, she knew she had been chosen and she decided to hide it away from me, to keep it to herself instead of sharing her tragedy with me. That is why she wanted us in the locket, so I could remember us.

“I don’t care … I will not let you take her, not while the is air in my chest”, I ran with my fist hardened with rage and impacted as hard as I could, harder than I ever imagined I could.

But to no avail.

It was as if punching a wall, the judge did not even flinched. But there was retaliation, a single slap from him send me a foot backwards into my back. All the air escaped my body, I couldn’t breath.

“Stop, please, do not harm her. I will be the sacrifice, I will not resist”

She was no longer holding her tears to herself. I wanted to jump and hold her, force her to stay, but I was barely conscious.

The door to the cart was open, Abby walked slowly towards it, the judge closely behind her. She stopped in front of the cart, the man tells her something, her eyes look into mine, she nods and turns around. The man takes a big military knife out of his belt, grabs Abby’s tress and… I closed my eyes.

I hear something falling close to me, it was her blonde tress. Her maine once reaching her mid back, was now barely passing her ear lobes.

He closes the door and signals his troops for department back to the abyss.

I cried.

It was all I had left to do.

I was powerless, I couldn’t protect her, my only family left, my sister…

I stood up after gaining back my breath, I felt weak beyond physically weak that is, as if my soul had left my body and the void was filled with tears. I took her tress and tied it on my belt. I looked up to our house, I could not make myself go in there, not without her. There was only one place where I could find peace when Abby was not around, the church of the Eternal Pyre.

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A fate divided part IV

Curse for a dreamer

“Her… lover?” My voice was weak, a noose inside my throat, those words hit me harder than I could have imagined, “N-no, I’m your sister, Abby, please snap of this enchantment.”

“Are you sure you are not her lover?, my vessel seems to disagree. Perhaps we should ask her…”

Her body stiffened and relaxed as if she was sleeping while still sitting. “Where am I?”

That voice, that sweet voice.

“Abby!”

I jumped on her, my arms as tight as possible around her, she was cold to the touch, a kind of energy under her skin was keeping her natural heat trapped. Her back was now on the soil, my face on the nook of her neck, the hood folded behind her head revealing her hair. The honey color was no more, it was as silver or pearls, but much darker, not in tone but in a scale the human eye was not trained to perceive. Was I not human then…

“Abby, that witch took you...but now you are back on my side”

She still had the sacrificial blindfold, so I hurried and removed it, not so much for her to see me, but, to see her beautiful blue ponds shiny once again. I swallowed thick, my heart was hurting my chest, the abyss took the color of her eyes and tainted with an abyssal purple.

“Why… who would take a maiden’s traits such as yours and change them?”

“You are different as well my Sarah, your eyes are now Furia’s, bright yellow as the pyre and your garments are those of a fighter not of a youth maiden”

Was she right?, I had not the chance to look at my own irises. Would anyone recognize us anymore?

We had always been different, our hair color, our personalities, but, everyone knew we-

“Is that why the city is gone?”

“Yes. During the sacrificial ritual, they became a voice, the abyss, they saw through my soul and mind, not a secret was missed, but, even our darkest, most taboo dream was a grain of salt to their eyes. They requested my body and soul to be the vessel to the Oracle and, in exchange, they would make my most impossible dream a reality…” Her voice was calm, almost melancholic. She had accepted the void in her, ”but, they can not change the past, no one can, we were born from the same flesh and we share the same blood. We made a compromise-”

“No this is not you Abby, you would not-!”

“If no soul knew of our cursed fate of being from the same kin, then no one would judge us. Would they?”

“I-I don’t, we are still...but why--” I have no words to describe how I felt, she not only made a deal with a dark entity for her soul but doomed our town and every living soul to the abyss, all just for me…

She was laying on the ground, I was on top of her on my knees and palms, if there was anyone still alive near that scene they would easily mistake it for a romantic kiss preamble from a theatre play.

“You kept it,” stroking the blond flock of hair, once hers, now a part of mine, a smile, tender, sweet and candid formed on her dark plump lips.

I felt guilt as I enjoyed not having to hide from anyone no more. I felt guilt as my arms relaxed. I felt guilt as I closed my eyes. I felt guilt as our lips were kissed for the first time. I felt guilt as I ignored everything she had confessed to me. I felt guilt for thinking I might have done the same. And I felt guilt for the bliss her lips anointed on mine, for the heat moving like fire on dry grovers bark.

Was everyone’s first kiss this espectacular and painful…

Author’s notes, final notes:

This was fun. I hope it was painful. Also wanted a happy ending that didn’t feel as happy or decisive. Well except for the part of them kissing. Seris as a realm traveler, might have wondered into many realities before to find one in which Sarah accepted her love...it’s kinda sad isn’t.

THANKS FOR READING.

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The unknown

A fate divided part III

The church of the Eternal Pyre, where we resurrect and live eternal.

This was a place where I could find a kind of haven, from the world, from my own mind. Whether in silent prayer or just by admiring the flame that has been burning even before the building was built, its dance a rhythmical yet hypnotizing.

If there was any hope left for Abby, this was my only option.

“Please, oh Eternal Pyre, I asked from you many, and oh so many times, but please, I beg for a blessing once again, a blessing for my beloved sister, please oh pyre save her from eternal damnation in the abyss…And, if it’s too much to ask, then let fate take its course, but, oh Pyre, Eternal Pyre, if you cannot save her, then let me be your flame, let me bright and furious, give strength and I will provide the courage, I will be a light to those cursed by the abyss I will be-”

My crying prayer was cut by a deafening roar coming from the ground and the light bright as a thousand beams of lightning had impacted at once on nearby ground.

And a sound so terrible I could not explain.

A waves of force rippling through my body, trying to split my body and soul. Was this the abyss?

My body languishing, trembling on the ground, life rip away from me in a torturous silence.

And then...heat, a warm light cover me, the cold claws of death unclenched from my soul, power beyond I ever dream of seeing, or feeling, nor possessing.

The statue of the pyre’s guardian, Furia, broke in pieces, and, from the remnants her iron armor revived and lustrous. The pyre bright and tall melting my dress away, but not burning, not hurting but, transforming. The armor flies across the hall and adjust to my legs and arms, a perfect fit.

My upper thighs were exposed, and, I felt still strong and protected, mighty, and didn’t care anymore. I guess this is what she felt when choosing those revealing outfits, a strange sort of power, over others, or, over herself.

The rubble of stones that were once Furia shook, a sword emerged, the fabled Pyre Sword, the same one Furia used to divide the Crosswind Hold from the realm of the Abyss.

“The abyss…”

Abby, was that, was I too late? No, I can’t give up, I sweared to the pyre, I can not give up now.

I reached to the floating sword, I took it in my hands, it was huge but, I could hold it with little trouble. I inspected the weapon, the old glyphes marking it as the pyre sword, the symbol of the eternal pyre in gold  and...mother’s locket, my first reaction was to check on our portraits, they were intact, bless the pyre.

And then I saw my reflection on the blade, a lock of blonde hair drafted on my brunette maine, I held back tears as hard as I could and stormed out of the church, I had to hurry and save-

“What is this place…?”

Where were the trees, the grass, the road back to the town, the great library and the abyssal hole? Where is everything? Where is everyone?

All there was here was dirt and absence.

No fire, no cracks on the land, no bloodbath, just a desolated valley under the stars.

The pyre had save me to become their Furia, to be the new angel of vengeance, but it couldn’t save my sister or the town that worshipped it.

No. This was the magistrate’s fault. They brought the abyss back to this realm, they fed it our souls and lives, all for what?, so they could have power over the rebels, the Paladins?

“They will pay, the magistrate, the beast from abyss, the outer tribunals, they will burn under my light, they will fear my holy quest for Vengeance! They will Fall-”

I was screaming, I was angry, I needed to expel the fury off my guts, but then I heard something, a voice, or, a sob…

“Abby!, where are you?”

I could only pray the pyre for those sobs to be my sister’s, and even if they were not, at least someone, a dot of light in this unbearable dark time.

I ran following my ears, my instinct and my heart through the desolated land and the pitch black night, only the star and half moon guarding over my steps. With no trees or houses or roads left, I was not sure I was going in a straight line or in circles.

But the sobs continued, I was getting closer each step. The hope of reuniting back with Abby the only drive I needed.

Disoriented, lost, and alone, I could not let her feel that way, I had to be strong for her.

A light in the dark, green as the northern lights, floating a few inches from the ground and, retreating as if pulled away by something. This was the source of the sobbing that guide me thru the darkness. I decided to follow the sobbing green light to their destination.

I felt at unease, everything around me was telling me that there was no hope left for anyone, including my sister, but, my hearts was married to the romantic idea of finding her alive and well in these badlands.

More lights comings from different directions conveying, being devoured by a spherical object, an orb of some kind, and under it… a woman young, dressed in purple and yellowish leather, a blindfold and a hood over her blond-

“Abby!”

I crawled under the rotating light spectacle. At first I didn’t recognise her clothes, they were different, her gloves had changed, she had purple rhomboid crystals decorating her hands and necklace, she also had raven feathers on her, the magistrate work I supposed. None of that was important, all I wanted right now was to feel her heart beating next to mine, her arms surrounding my waist, I wanted my sister to be there.

“Furia, just as the fates foretold, you came back to this realm. I was getting worried, you took so long to show up I had began to think I was in the wrong time line…” her voice was Abby’s but a darker tone, deeper, slightly menacing in a calmed manner, it was hard to put in words.

“No Abby, it is me, Sarah-”

“Sarah, that name, oh yes the sacrifice had a request about a mortal with that same name...are you her lover then?”

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9. Xxxx Rouge

I felt the blood pumping oxygen into the muscle tissue on my thighs and calves. My body was preparing for an escape. I hear the take out box impacting on the floor and the door slamming behind me. My feet slamming hard on the floor as I hurry up the stairs. Is this really the only thing I could have come up with, running away again, running away from her. Running away from everything, for good this time. What other reason will there for me going to the roof of the building but to jump off.

I got to the door leading to the roof top, I extend my right arm to reach for the knob and then my chin and sternum thudding against the cold tiles as Anna dives in a tackle from behind me. She turns me, so I have to face her and immobilizes me by sitting on my hips. My hands try to hide my face from her in shame, but she intercepts them, gripping on my wrists as shackles over my head pinning them onto the floor. Even now, when she is looking at me with tears and showing her teeth in anger and disappointment, I can't help but to feel extremely aroused by the situation.

A salty drop runs down my cheek and pooled in the lobe of my ear, I don't know whom tear this is, all I can think about is Anna straddling me and over powering me with ease. And then I see her face again, guilt corroding me from inside out.

I can her Anna voice as if it was a far, "Please, stop, I'll won't push you, just please stop trying to… just stop, please. You can't do this to me Elsa, I promised you I would be there when things get hard and you might not see the light. I know how you feel, like you have no control over your life, but let me remind you that, you don't, I do." Her forehead against mine, her breathing feeble with sobbing, our noses brushing as an eskimo kiss, her hands freeing mine. Every tiny transparent hair in my body erects as if galvanized in response.

When I cut myself, I hurt her, when I don't eat, I hurt her, when I neglect my health, I hurt her. A mantra I thought not needing anymore. There was a point in my life when the only way I thought I had control over the 'perfect life' my parents expected of me, was to hurt my skin. I never left marks, but Anna figured it out anyway. She broke into the bathroom one time, said nothing and took her skirt off, she then asked me to cut the skin on her inner thigh, I couldn't do something like that to her. She explained how cutting myself hurts her the same as if I was slicing her skin. She saved me from that and many other dangerous habits, she saved me so many times.

She is right, my life is hers and her life is mine. Why am I so afraid of… our love? Even after talking to Rory and Malena, the slightest drop of doubt send me back to the worst of my mental state. I'm afraid of her despise if I confess, and, I fear her loving me if I confess. Her career as a professional athlete, having a family of her own or the white dress, all those possibilities buried by our unnatural love. That is why I had to run, I am a coward.

"Elsa, don't do it, don't jump, promise me you will never try something as stupid as that." She shouted as if a whisper, her eyes tired of crying and glassy. What am I supposed to say? How many promises am I willing to break just to keep this secret from her?

My silence was getting her impatient, even I could read her emotions afloat on her delicate face. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be. No matter my answer, the damage was done, and I had no where to run off to.

"A k—kiss"

Silence, so quiet, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Anna blinked confused and made me wish I had better social skills. "If you kiss me, Anna, I promise you to never hurt you like this ever again."

"I… guess I could do that," she said with a smile. I need to make myself clear, I can't run away from this.

"No, Anna. A kiss, a real one. If you do… I will do anything you want, I will be what ever you need from me. I'll take therapy, or not, which ever you tell me to I…"

"I… we can't. That is a line that we should never cross, even if some of the other rules don't apply to us, that one… Please Elsa, think about the consequences." Anna's sight avoiding contact with me, she was caught off guard by my request of course. This was a mistake.

Then why was I flickering between her pale mayan blue eyes and her pink lips and parting my own? Why were my hands massaging the back of her head? Why were Anna's mirroring the action onto my platinum hair?

Why are we kissing?

Not chaste, not pure, a kiss reserved for lovers and sinners, the kind of kiss forbidden to kin. A kiss made for us. My first kiss.

My heart is beating fast, my face is boiling, a million ants walking on my skin, her plump lips guiding my unexperienced flesh. Her head tilting to her left, her lips trapping my lower lip, I can feel as she creates a vacuum pulling it softly. Her tongue licking my lips from bottom to upper lip, I don't know how to reciprocate to that. Mirror Anna never taught me how to kiss a real person.

And then, she slowly backs away, her chest pumping in a fast rate, I myself am a panting mess on the floor. "What are we doing Elsa?" Anna's eyes glowing with a tint of sadness. She stood up, offering me her forearm to help me get on my feet. "I think we should talk back in the room, if you want to." I did not responded but lowered me head in submission and blinked slowly. She understood and guided me by the hand back to our room.

The first thing we noticed was the dragon box on the floor, it was pretty resilient as it survived in one piece holding it contents in. I picked it up gently, the smell leaking thru the cardboard aches like a needle inserting in my stomach, I'm so hungry. Anna is gazing at me, a half cooked smile forming on her face, "We can eat first, the talk can wait, I'm hungry like a dog to be honest..."

We sat next to each other, the box was small, we had to, even if it felt different than before, is this what they mean by crossing the line. As we ate the most delicious take out ever, we never had eaten this round pastries before, the pork and cabbage inside them was a treat. I wish we had tasted these while they were hot… yet something else I ruined today. C'mon Elsa, we promised her to be better, let's not go down this road again. Easy for you to say, you can always hide again in the deepest of my brain whenever the situation gets too real, yet, you are right.

We ate in silence, well not entirely, Anna kept letting me know how much she was enjoying our meal by moaning cheerfully as the pork, spices and pastry mixed in her mouth… and on her tongue, the same tongue that tasted my lips for the first time. I miss her lips already.

I'm staring, and Anna noticed, how wouldn't she I'm so obvious. Her eyebrows trying to meet at the middle as she frowned, she kept her gaze on me, I felt judged, but I can't deny how much I love the attention, her attention.

Back in our elementary years I remember having the test results jitters, most kids have them I guess, most kids were nervous about showing their grades to their parents, us, we were excited to share our test results to one another. Back then we were pretty much a person twice, we both had pigtails or a ponytail or a bun, but, it was always symmetry. Of course things began to change as we grew older.

"Elsa, do you wanna talk to me now?" Anna's hands on my knee, her eyes trying for submission and comforting, her shoulders relaxed. No more running away?

"Anna, I hope you can forgive me, I don't expect you to understand it, but, if my truth does not make you dread me, I'll accept it." My body was trembling, Anna kept on her act of pretending to be the most understanding person in the world, it was not helping that much to be honest, my eyes locked with hers, my breathing stills… "I love you Anna. No, before you say anything, no, not in a normal way. I love you for the woman you are, the girl you were, I love you as a woman. The way flesh and bone is not supposed to. I don't know when it started, but it has not gotten better. I love you so much it's driving me mad..." That last bit hurt me as it came out of my lips, my eyes left her concerned ones. She was quiet, no advice, no reproach, no surprised gasp, no jokes, it was killing me, this was not my Anna.

"Love usually does that, it drives people crazy. Elsa, that is obvious, you didn't asked me for a 'real kiss' in a sisterly way. And that was not the first time either, you had given me those same looks since we were in high school. And there's the wig..." No, how does she knows, she couldn't, "Elsa, calm down, I would never stop loving you. Please just breathe in slowly… this changes nothing between us."

Was it that obvious, is my face and body language that poor? I'm an idiot, Rory was right, she has known all along. All I've been doing is concealing and pushing her away, expecting her to save me from the truth, when I just had to be honest and let her in, let her help me. "So, you knew everything, about the wig, about my feelings for you. Am I so bad at lying?"

"Not really, I just know all your tricks, twitches and tells. I'm your twin, Elsa," she is smiling again, this is actually working, "trying to lie to me would be like lying to a mirror."

"So, you found the wig. I guess I'm also terrible at hiding actual things as well." A bashful smile and an itching in the back of my neck.

"Didn't need to, Elsa, I sold it to you. You knew I was working at the shop that day, remember that I missed our lunch date because of it. And I was pretty surprised when you visited me, well I thought you were there to see me, but you were like a zombie just ignoring everything but the wig I braided a few days ago. I tried to be funny and put on a long brown haired wig and did my worse posh accent, but you just ignored me. Then I simply thought, 'when she brings it up, we will have a laugh about it', but you kept it hidden from me, just like everything else..." she trailed off, clearly disappointed. This is killing her, I have to stop this pain somehow.

"I couldn't sleep by myself on that vacant room, that is why I bought it in the first place, a reminiscence of you. I moved my bed so I could lay looking at the mirror on the door and pretended you were there. It's insane but, it worked, after a month I finally could slept… alone." I held myself crossing my arms low on my rib cage, the truth as liberating as it felt, it was also as a cold ice prick stinging on my chest. But it melted. Anna stood up and hold me tightly to her heart, the heat flowing into me as if in a transfusion. "It took me a month away from you to finally realize about my feelings, and how important you are to me. I was so happy when the social worker-"

"I lied to you Elsa," Anna sounded frustrated, her face was hidden in our embrace, "that woman wanted to keep us apart, just like mom, just like that stupid room assigning computer. I just needed… you, here, with me, where you belong." Her hands slid down my arms, she took a step back face in tears, her fingers finding their place between my own. "But we can't, it doesn't matter how I feel or how much you want it, the world will never allow us to be together".

"Anna, I need to hear it from your lips, I need to hear you say it." My throat felt dry, I swallowed heavy spit in anticipation, was this the moment I had fantasize about for so long.

"Even I tried to distance us, to accept us having to grow, finding a boyfriend, getting a life apart. And then a month a days after, all that I had in my head was you. I had a plan even, to keep my emotions at bay, to date someone, we would graduate and then… if it happened then, well at least we would have a degree to fall onto. Oh, that was so mom." A weak smile on her doleful face, ashamed by her actions, whether the past ones or the most recent ones, that I was unable to read from her body language.

I freed my hands to wipe away the tears that had found its way to the valley of her clavicles, I was so close to her, so that our hearts where supporting each others rhythm. My flannel shirt brushing against her loose sport salmon tank top. My lips trapping Anna's soft plump ones, our eyes closed, the oppressing world around us blurred and quiet. No one judging us, no one censoring us, nothing but our love in the flesh. Her hands roam my back until the roughness of my jeans is under her skin, blood rushing to my face and neck. My tongue venturing thru Anna's lips, exploring, massaging, learning from her delightful wordless sounds of pleasure.

I kiss the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent mixed with a feeble trace of magnolia and cloves from her perfume. My left right hand descending towards my most feared obsession, but as soon as my fingers reach the hem of her black tight leggings I am met by a high pitch gasp and her hand stopping my advance.

"We c—can't El—Elsa!" She looked afraid, not of me, of what she was feeling, just like I used to be.

"I won't, I will wait for you, Anna. No matter how much time you need, I will be patient, just like you were patient when I needed space, when I was broken in a thousand pieces and you fixed me one by one… We can wait".

Author's Note: Hello, Hi, He7 there. As I warned this will be a short story. We are close to It. Thank you @xdunoir  for the cover art. And how about the first taste :

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A dark voice calls

A fate divided part II

A cold feeling crept thru my back, we had arrived at the abyssal hole, the horses had stop. I had to brave to save this town and my sister, from being swallowed by this other realm.

“Come out now, we still need to prepare you for the sacrifice. The night is almost here”

I tried to be brave and kept quiet throughout the preparations. The first of them being a black cloth to cover my eyes, my jaw was shaking, I was afraid and in darkness. Purifying powder was applied on my arms, chest, legs, hair and neck; it was a rushed cleansing, they kept my clothes on, but my sandals. Only the visible skin was purified. A hooded cape was the finishing touch, I was ready to meet my end.

Walking blinded to my death was a torture in itself. The man was silent, I could only hear his boots on the bricked road of the magistrate’s halls. But I kept walking on my own, doubtful, but determined to save the lives of those who live in this land, determined to save Sarah’s life. She has to live for me. If the magistrate had chosen her instead of me, I would have jumped into the void, if that meant she could live another day.

We stopped, a chill breeze welcomed us to the outdoors, an energy of sadness and desolation welcomed us to the edge of the abyss.

“Ishtunur ent alenaer! Ishtunur bor alenaer!”

An elder mage shouted a conjuring, a call to the abyss.

There were many around me, I could hear their gossip and prayers mixed in an mash of sound hard to understand.

The judge pushes me forward, I take three steps, a fear like I’ve never felt before rushed thru my veins. A barrage of air came from under, from the abyss, an inch from my nose, a sound as if fire and iron were fighting for dominance, an spectral glow that pemated thru my blindfold.

“Treeerttertasreth auhrumanderherer salaah”

A voice? A sound as if fire could talk. It sounded as the size of  A voice talking to me…

“Your name, it wants to know your name, young maiden”

The elder mage seemed to understand that awful sounding… thing.

“Abby from Seris”, my throat was dried and my words unheard by everyone, but that thing

“Do not fear me child, I am not your end, death is but an illusion,” its voice was mine, it was an echo, did that thing stole my voice?, “You will be a great vessel, young and beautiful. A body in its prime. I will give you power and pleasure like none of your lo…”, and she stopped, if that was a she. A chuckle before proceeding, “well, a new kind pleasure for you.”

“An anuth alenaer, be nustuz ilinotare”, the elder mage said, but this time I understood him, ‘We offered you sacrifice abyss, a reward is due’.

“But of course, how could I forget about your reward,” she purred with satisfaction, “Man in red, present you hand to me, you have will be blessed for bringing this pure maiden to us.”

His boots approaching, and then I could feel his presence next me.

“You too dear Abby, raise your hand to heart level, it is time”

A tear dampening the blindfold as I stretch my arm as she instructed and then, the light dimmed, it no longer passed my veil, a dead silence… but not for long.

The judge was screaming, the sound of his body collapsing on the ground, the people that have gathered to watch my execution were running and screaming.

My instinct kick in and I tried to run. But to no avail, my feet were not touching the ground, and had not been for a while it seemed. A soft hand touches mine, delicate, a woman’s hand, “Our time has come, let us be you, let us love you, let us roam with you…”, it was that thing that stole my voice, each word, she got closer until her lips touched mine, the first kiss I was saving up for…

A kiss that was never meant to be.

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Ice, Daggers and Smoke, Chapter 2: Cold Touch

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“Anyway kitten, I was on my way to the Pub to get some refreshments and food, I haven’t eat since last night patrol rounds. Want to join me, its on me.” She extended her hand inviting the shorter one.

Well I had not ate since last nigh when I checked in the Varders Inn, and my resources are pretty limited after a five day trip from the Magistrate’s District. And besides, when have I said no to free food.

“Well then, I hope you don’t mind going in this,” she made a movement with her left hand casting a long staff made of metal, a power crystal in the middle of the star shaped tip, “just hold me by the waist and you will be fine, I promise” she said gleefully.

I got on the ‘broom’, one leg on each side, Evie looks at me, her eyes showing displease, “Not like that, we ride like ladies.” She then sat on the device sideways, legs together on the same side.

“What’s wrong with my way?, it seems easier to keep my balance this way.”

“It’s just- I am the witch, you just need to trust me.” She sounded nervous and insecure for some reason, was she embarrassed or something? I complied to her request, even if it made no sense to me. “Great now, hug me from the waist,” I did, but it was strange, I mean it felt, different than touching other people, “no, not like that, tighter, get closer to me so you don’t fall off.”

My cheek on her back, she was cold, but not biting cold, it felt nice, and warm, it was confusing. She used a spell and we took off, we were flying, and it was fast, she had so much control over her staff she was making it flip around and pirouettes, it was exciting like chasing a poor soul thru the pitch black night, my heart was pumping hard in my chest. I wonder if she could feel my heartbeat thru her clothes.

It might have taken us longer than walking, but, it was such a blast. Now in the ground we got off the staff, Evie was looking at me, intrigued by something, my jacket perhaps?  In the pub the smell of a beef broth and vegetables was making my stomach growl audibly. The canteen was pretty much was one would expect from a lumber town, wooden bar, wooden stools, wooden tables and chairs, wooden walls and floor, wooden shelf with bottles of rum and other liquors.

Evie goes to the bar and calls the bearded fellow that runs place, she tells him something, I could not hear the conversation as a heated discussion was filling the space at the darts. It seemed that a bet was in place and lost by one of the lumberjacks and he was pissed with the woman that defeated him. I turned towards the conflict, and there I saw a woman, in a peak physical shape, a scarf covering her neck, a bandage on her cheek near her eye… is this the target? I took an impression scroll out of my jacket’s pocket and pointed it to her for two seconds, the magic paper reacting to the light and creating a drawing of the scene.

“Come on Maeve, I got us a table in the private dinning room. I hope you like steak.”

I was so hungry, I just nodded and followed her, leaving my prey behind. Well it’s not like I could just knock her out out in the middle of the room at this time of the day, those men are probably sober-ish enough to recall my face and bright pink hair.

The private dinning room was in the second floor, it was still wooden tables and chairs, but, the quality of the wood was much better, one chair alone must be in the hundred of crystals price range. Vines and flower designs carver on the dark wood, white tablecloths with golden vines adorn it them, a yellow crystal candelabra, it was all suitable for royals. I felt out of place, even if it was only the two of us in there.

Maybe I can get her to help me, all I need is some information about the owl’s apprentice and then I can move on and left this weird feeling in my chest behind me.

“I think I found the one that stole my booty, here is a dra-”

“You said you are from Trade district right?” She inquired in a serious tone

“Oh yeah… I mean no!” How did she?

“A magistrate’s spy. I really thought you were a child for a moment, that tiny stature, that cute voice, but, I guess that’s the tigron blood in you. If it wasn’t for the broom ride on our way here, I might have missed on your obvious developed body.” She sounded pleased with her findings.

She casts a spell with her fingers, my wrists now in ice shackles. She got up and round the table to stand next to my chair. I couldn’t run, even if my legs were not under a spell. Her hand feels cold as she grabs me by the face, her thumb brushing against my lower lip. Bite her!, I thought, but all I could do was looking at her…

Why don’t I hate this, her blue eyes looking thru mine, her fingers on my skin? What is this heat? And do her lips look, tasty?

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In the night

“She should be fine, it just takes time for her blood to filter the venom. You should take her somewhere more comfortable, somewhere we can talk.”

“I guess we have to go to my hide out on the Elven forest, we are half way there and, it will give us privacy.”

“So we would keep going down this same road then, I’m fine with that snowflake”.

They both shared a look, as if another conversation was taking place between the lines. Maybe if the poison was not affecting me, I might had picked up on said subtext.

They lift me up, my legs were weak, but I could stand on my own, I had to try, Skye kept her arm around me to help me keep my balance. Evie prepared her staff to fly, Skye had a raised brow and her usual panache, “We won’t fit on the broom if you sit like ‘that’”, she pointed at the elemental’s behind, “We have to do it...”, she guided my body as a dance instructor would making me lift my leg with her own and her arm, “the fun way.”

So we ended up the three of us mounted on the broom the way I first thought was the right way, one leg on each side. I knew this way was not wrong as Evie made it seem.

The broom commenced its flight. The usual vibration caused by magic flowing through the metallic body of the staff were now...more notorious. I could felt every single grain of magic vibrate also thru me, entering my skin by my… I guess this is why she was not so adamant about me riding the broom like this, this was addictive.

My body tightly pressed between the winter witch and the voluptuous assassin made things better somehow. It was not just feeling their bodies brushing against mine, nor Skye’s breasts softly resting on me, it was maybe that same feeling you get when you hold your breath for a bit too long or wrap yourself on a sheet to become a pastry cone, or, simply being inside a box.

The energy vibrations were not enough to get me to that ecstasy Evie had driven me last night, but it was very pleasant, no wonder the assassin was calling it the fun way. Its interesting how such a small part of one body, smaller than the brain, can have so much power over one self control. Last time we rode on the broom, my eyes were admiring the landscape from above; now, all I wanted to see was Evie’s face enjoying this as much I was, yet all I could grasp of her was her lips and that low breathing calm rhythm. I dared also to look back at Skye, her dark skin, elven features, those lips, her breasts firmly against the back of my neck.

Was this heat normal, was it common for people to desire a stranger as much as I wanted Skye? Is it still love if its for more than one person?

But the pleasure was accumulating on me, building up as we fly thru the night. All I can think of is Skye’s hands on my rib cage, hugging me tight, so close to touching my breast and temping me to force her hands lower to where my aching want was wetting me. I wished to have more room and to be able to maneuver and kiss Evie...or Skye. I waned to be touched by them, by both.

I remembered how casual the two women were a few moments ago and my aroused mind could only imagine them sharing intimate kisses, touching each others beautiful bodies, driven each other to a pleasure beyond words could explain...and then- We touched the ground, my eyes were open again, the broom stopped vibrating, I felt frustrated, I wanted it to happen, I need this now.

Maybe it was the excitement of the chase or the fact that we might have prevented a war, but I felt so energetic, a bit tired because of the poison but, I it was almost off my system now.

I got off the broom, no need for help, observed my surroundings, high mountains on the horizon, the biggest trees I had ever seen their tops blocking the moonlight, a smell of grass and life very distinct and unique, enormous mushrooms growing as tall as men on the trees and rocks; truly an enchanted forest.

“Oh my, Evie, look at your kitty cat, her trousers are a mess” a fake gasp and a mockery to pretend shock from the purple haired woman. My trousers were indeed wet on the crotch and it was all her fault. “I think this calls for a hot bath” again the two taller women shared a look, there had to be something else going on here.

We got in the hide out, a stone walled house, a lot less welcoming that the farms but still enough comfort to live in. Furniture made from old magic trees with intricate designs, a stove, bookshelves containing old books in a language I do not know the name of, a room full of food in form of magic paper.

I kept exploring the place while Evie prepared a bath for me, I took off my clothes and put on a bath robe just to avoid getting a cold, or that is what Skye said it was for, she was wearing one as well, although, it barely covered her body the intended way yet she looked like she was comfortable in it.

Evie called from down the hall, the bath was ready. The water was hot, it made my skin turn pink, I kinda like this feeling, its an unusual feeling, most of the time I bathe on cold water except on winter. The soapy water did the usual cleansing and relaxed my tired body. Until this moment of solitude I realized just how much stress I had gone thru today: the long travel on broom to the Magistrate district, packing up to travel away, chasing the assassin and the poison. My eyes got watery and heavy, I could fallen a sleep right there if I wasn’t afraid of drowning.

I got out of the water, got as dry as I could with the towels Evie had prepared for me, they were warm and puffy. I kept my hair dry, I don’t enjoy sleeping with my hair dam on a pillow.

Out of the bath room I could hear Evie and Skye having a conversation, but I was too tired to join them at the kitchen. Instead I found my way to the master bedroom...well the room with the bed, it was quite humble looking, no window, no door, just a bed big enough for two on a wooden base. Still enough comfort for my weary being at the time.

I was awoken by the sound of boots stomping on the floor followed by a body heavily and ungracefully collapsing next to me. I instinctively jumped off the bed with a shriek, uncalled it seemed when I saw it was Evie. She was wearing her black and blue outfit, except the boots that were tossed some where in the room.

“Not, so, loud please, my head is killing me kitty cat.”

“You are the one who pulled me off slumber by surprise in the middle of the night!” I was moody, and how not be?

“It is past noon you sloth”

“What do you…? It’s dark still...”

“Well there are no windows in this hideout”

“I-I… it’s not my fault I was poisoned by your friend, y-you should be glad I didn’t sleep ‘till death!” And then I realized it, Evie went out all night, with her, where? “Speaking of which, where is Skye?”

“Oh, she is back at the Citadel delivering the woman to her client we-”

“No, what? Why?!”

“Please not so loud, I told you my head is about to explode,” she massaged her skull a bit theatrical, “well, last night we talk about a plan to comprise both sides, I would cover up the breach in security and she would deliver her alive to her client. We wanted to take you with us but you sleep like a rock. Oh kitty you should have seen it, espionage, infiltration, violence, red eyes glowing in the dark…oh if only there was a chronicler to write down those events”.

“Why didn’t you woke me up? I could have helped you it it means it will aid stopping the war”

“Oh but we did, we called your name, we tickled your feet,...” a smile as she pouts, “we even tried to woke you as a fabled princess by a kiss, but you just smiled, eyes closed, still in the land of dreams”.

“Both of you?”

“Yes, of course. Not at the same time, one a time. Maybe tonight when she is back from the citadel we could have some more fun with her, you know, before we head back to the farm, Skye really likes you Maeve.”

I blushed. She said that so nonchalantly, as if it was normal. I only heard of royals from the desert having more than one spouse… Am I the prince or the princess?

“Well we don’t have to, it can be just the two of us kitty. Sorry if I misread your emotions, I just felt as...”

I crawled back on the bed to her.

“Only if this time you are the princesses...”

Author’s note: jebaited no frick fracking.  I made so many versions of this chapter, this was the most vanilla one, but I also felt it worked better. Next up is Prompt seven: Au

“But… what about promt six?”

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