@nphoenixactive 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Dmitri & Miranda snip.
Posted on December 2, 2016
This would be a ‘behind the scenes’ scene that takes place in book 6/7. There are possible spoilers . This is raw writing fwiw.
She was sitting in a chair near the bed of the unmoving Dragonmaster, the heavily embroidered dark green gown pooling around her legs and reminded him of the grand funerals he’d attended in his childhood. Her hair was loose, the mass of dark curls fell past her waist. She stopped his breath, froze his mind. Years of detaching his mind and body were the only thing that kept him from making an utter fool of himself. He stared at her, staying at the doorway, waiting for her to realize he was there. He shouldn’t have stayed. He shouldn’t have gone anywhere near the Dragonmaster, not with war on the horizon.
But his self control, some called complete, was far from perfect. She was hurting, and even if she didn’t realize it, she needed him near. And he couldn’t deny the pull, though he’d never admit it, his fears for his beloved sister left him as raw and vulnerable as she was. He needed to be close to her, and Nekita both.
She lifted her head and turned, standing in a single smooth move, her expression flashing from shock and surprise, to a mixture of relief and wariness. Then she was moving towards him, the swishing of her dress and the rustling of her hair against the fabric loud in his ears.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, her voice rough. He could see the swelling around her eyes, the dark circles. She wavered on her feet and he reached out without thinking to gently take her arm, to steady her, and pull her closer, sliding his hand around her waist. She rested her hand on his arm, he could feel the press of her fingers through the heavy leather of his coat, and leaned against him.
“How are they?” He forced the question out, pushing a stray curl from her face. Soft, so soft. Softer than he’d imagined. The backs of his fingers brushed against her cheek and he felt the jolt shoot through him. The startled look on her face spoke volumes as her eyes widened. She knew.
“They haven’t woken.” She whispered, her voice cracking. Tears were filling her eyes. Dmitri tightened his arm, giving her a quick squeeze.
“They will wake up. They’re stronger than you realize.”
“It’s been weeks.” She bowed her head, leaning against him, her forehead pressed against his chest. “It’s not fair, after all this time.”
He barely breathed, though his heart was pounding and inside the feral roared it’s glee. He stroked her hair, wishing the moment would stretch. But soon one of the healers, or the Seers, or that damn Habcore would come in and the moment, centuries in the making, would be shattered.
Thanks for reading.