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Four Hundred Followers Fluff - Sabbeha

Hello, everyone!

FINALLY!

THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG! Sorry, everyone!

 Here’s the fourth fluff I prepared for my 400 followers celebration fluff (it took me so long that now I have over 600 lol). If you missed the previous ones, here they are:

Lalik x Tayena

Elemir x Tayena

Ino x Tayena

I am so excited for this one! Sabeha is a new character even for me. 

Without further ado, here’s some wlw fluff to lighten your day (or night)!

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NOTE: As I said, I’ve never written about Sabeha before, so this scene might change in the actual novel.

No warnings

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SABEHA x TAJENA

“So tomorrow, huh?”

The night is warm and welcoming but the air is a bit too dense and heavy for my liking. Truth be told, it probably wouldn’t bother me that much if  I wasn’t still breathless and sweating from dancing. It feels so good - holding hands with other dancers in a long chain, moving, swaying and jumping in fast rhythm of drums and flutes, all while singing and chanting old songs. Dancing fills me with energy and joy. I feel as light as a snowflake. Sometimes I close my eyes and let myself be washed away from my body - I become one with the song, with rhythm and fiery dance; I flow ethereally, no longer bound by my skin and bones. I melt into the world. 

But it always ends. Every dance must stop and I am always pulled back into my flesh - back to worries and uncertainties of being human. And this was my last carefree dance; tomorrow Kalina continues her journey to Ubeja and I am going back home.

“You’re going back to Volkobran tomorrow morning, right?”

Sabeha’s voice is sweet and melodious even when she’s angry which is a good thing since she’s a rather moody woman.

I lick my salty upper lip before answering: “You know I am.”

“Why?”

“I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

I exasperatedly shake my head. Sabeha’s been avoiding me the whole evening. She would come and go, her violet eyes reflecting flames of the festive fires and then disappearing whenever I tried to approach her. She’s now kneeling next to me, careful not to touch me, but the herbal smell of her hair and clothes is overwhelming me. Unfortunately, dancing didn’t ease the pain and guilt for parting our ways. Nothing will, I think.

“Sabeha, we talked about this: I am the heir of Trnogorye and- “

Sabbeha grabs my arm and jumps to her feet, pulling me with her. “Come with me!”

I obey her without a fuss as, even though annoyed by her behaviour, I’m still pleased for this chance to talk things through before leaving. I realize how small and soft her hand is compared to mine and my heart flutters melting away all ire within.

After few minutes of walking, Sabeha stops when festival music became just a distant noise, but she doesn’t let go of my hand. She is in front of me and I can’t see her face so her emotions remain hidden. For a while, we caress each other’s fingers in painful silence.

In one elegant motion, Sbbeha faces me, placing her free hand on my cheek. I thought she was going to kiss me but she stopped herself a second before our lips touched. Her eyebrows knit in frustration as she backs away. The moment she opens her eyes I feel my heart sink.

Gods! This hurts too much! I... I don’t want to leave her.

“Come with me!” I grasp her hands and press them onto my chest, “Come with me to Volkobran.”

“To that prison?”, she snarls,”I don’t want to live in a cage.”

“I know...”

I pathetically surrender. I know how much Volčeks hate human cities. I know how much they love their forests and wilderness. But Volkobran is my home, my duty, my... burden.

Sabeha’s gentle hand cups my cheek. She is shorter than me but I sometimes feel so small under her gaze.

“You should come with me, Jenka. Let’s leave together. Let’s abandon this forest and your realm and all that holds us back. Come with me and I’ll take you to the sea. We will visit scorching deserts and icy glaciers. I will show you every wonderful place I gazed upon on my Wandering. I promise you! Let’s go together and see the world.”

Her eyes shine like amethyst even in darkness. She is smiling, radiating hope and vigor that I cannot reciprocate.

“I... can’t. My country-”

“Screw your country! Screw it all!” A painful lump chokes me as she pushes me away. “Your sister is marrying Elemir, right? They can rule both dominions. And she will give birth to many children, trust me. They don’t need you.”

“No. You don’t understand; that cannot be. That’s not how ruling works.”

Sabeha takes a few deep breaths tensing after each as if she’ll start yelling at me; but eventually she deflates, defeat written all over her face.

“I know. I am being selfish, I know. I just... I just didn’t care before. I didn’t need anything, I didn’t want anyone.” Her violet eyes lock with mine, “But I want you now for as long as it can last.”

She comes closer to me and places her hands on my neck, gently brushing my cheeks with her thumbs. My nostrils are filled with pleasant aromas of mint and sage. Sabeha smiles, but her eyes have a woeful shine.

“I’ll come with you, Tajena... I’ll try.”

As these words leave her lips, I am left speechless. How can I reply to such sacrifice? How can I ever repay her for staying by my side? Not being able to think of another response, I press my forehead on hers, hoping she won’t see how, deep inside, horrified and regretful I am for making her do this. Hoping she won’t see that her sincere love pains me almost as much as saying goodbye to her would.