#tal'rith

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I'm going to share a snippet from Waking into Divinity. I am still currently reworking the story so I am not so sure what I am sharing will survive the cuts I plan to make to the story. But that's writing a first draft for ya!

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And he was their soulmate. Tal'rith, he had called it. An alien term for a fantasy Rylie could not bare to even dream about.

A small, broken chuckle spilled from between their lips. "Man. I can even fuck up destiny and magic bonds now."

Without another word, Rylie allowed their meandering thoughts to come, then be discarded, as they shut off the water and stepped out of the shower.

They could always admit their lie. Admit to their wrongdoing. Admit to Casrath what they really felt. But Rylie did not know Casrath well enough to gauge any sort of reaction. Would he forgive them? Would he understand? Or would he be disappointed and disgusted in them?

Would he toss them away in the face of the truth? Would he turn from the ugliness inside Rylie, discarding them like a plucked rose petal?

Rylie bit their lip and wrapped themself up in a fluffy towel. Without glancing in the mirror, Rylie snatched their toothbrush and aggressively brushed their teeth.

They were meant to be together. To be a perfect mirror of one another. Like the endless dance of the sun and moon. The push and pull between the moon and the tides. It was magic, Casrath had said.

And although Rylie held no belief in higher powers, the proof of magic had been laid bare at their feet. But everything was fallible in their mind. Especially things that had the most power.

If Rylie could cast aside God. The Bible. All their lessons that had been drilled into their brain. Then certainly magic could be cast aside too. After all, what if someone did not want their soulmate?

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TAL’RITH

A Waking into Divinity Novella

Chapter Five

❖︎· · ─────── ·❖︎· ─────── · ·❖︎    

But what drew Rylie’s eye to him, more than his sculpted body, was the intricate markings that ran across his flesh.

Glowing orange lines cut geometric shapes across his entire body, like plates of armor. The markings reminded Rylie of lava cutting through volcanic rock. An inner yellow radiance illuminated the fiery orange tattoos.

Inhuman.

The connecting lines all flowed into one primary source centered in his chest, between his pecs, along the line of his sternum. A bursting star of radiance was the epicenter of his tattoos. 

Casrath caught their eyes with a small smirk playing on his lips. He finished drying his hands and hung the towel on the oven handle. “Good morning, Rylie.”

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[k--havok]

Well Waking into Divinity/Tal'rith is now 97 pages long oof.

No idea where all this sudden inspiration has come from but the angst has Already Started and I am in Pain

why do i do this to myself... jesus christ these two.... 97 pages and they barely call each other friends oh my god