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2024-09-23 01:18:40
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Will Bear the Moon Chapter 128 Prt II Blind Spot
*Anastasia*For a heartbeat, I cannot feel. Anything. Not the cold.Not the numbness spreading from my fingertips, past my wrists, up into my forearms like water climbing cloth. Not the wind catching at the loose silver strands over my eye, lifting them, letting them fall, lifting them again. No, not even that. Because my mind refuses what my eyes are– What am I even seeing?My gaze catches on details instead. The scrape of his boots against stone. The flash of silver armor. The blood at the corner of his mouth. The way Fulcan's gauntleted hand is twisted into his sleeve.Each little piece. Separate yet…together they make no sense. None of it does.Because this is Admiral Nugen–A scar over one eyebrow.The steady voice that always seems to have an answer before I have finished asking the question. Always there. The only one now who is still left…And he doesn’t belong between guards. Does not belong hanging limp between Sir Philo and Sir Fulcan like a common vagabond hauled in f
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 128 Prt I. Blindsighted
*Anastasia* “Bruno?” His name comes out too sharp on a snagged breath. But I can’t stop myself. Because he was just here. I only looked away for a second but he already is– He's-He’s…gone?!Already, my eyes sweep over the garden, the barren hedges, the ribs of trellises, even the charcoal sky pressed low over the garden. As if for a heartbeat I can still find him. That he couldn’t possibly have moved that quickly.Please–Then I catch it.Almost missing it entirely if I was a second slower, I found that trace. A flicker of burgundy at the very edge of the path. Hair moving in step, the light bounces, just once—before it disappears behind stone. The sound of a neglected hinge creaking on rusted joints.The servant’s side door. It draws back and closes again with a low groan, wood meeting frame like a mouth shutting. Heavy and stubborn. The door gives out easily because it’s unlocked. Or simply forgotten by anyone who isn’t watching for exactly that kind of escape.And worse…not gua
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 127 Prt II. Icy Remnants
*Anastasia*“Unforgive—” The word catches on my tongue, thin, startled, as if my mouth rejects it on instinct. Not because I don’t know the word—of course I do—but because why on earth would he say—He says unforgivable like it’s a verdict.The absurdity of it lands instantaneously. Not because it’s funny or anything, but because that is just impossible.The light shifts overhead.Clouds are churning, swallowing up the pockets of light before spitting them back out in flat, brittle flashes that don’t warm anything. Bruised slate stacked on slate, sagging lower by the minute, pressing the sky down until even the garden feels cramped beneath it. Already turning the pale day sour, both too bright in one moment, and then too dim at once, as if mocking the way the sun is still above, but smothered in wool.And all the while, the air keeps scratching the inside of my throat with that strange charge. As if it was protesting for rain. But it doesn't feel right.It just pricks at my skin. My
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 127 Prt. I Bone Cold
*Anastasia* “Why are you running from me?” My words hang over the air, too loud to be just a simple question, because it feels too alive, twisting with so much more felt than said in the plainness of it, before slowly fading into thin shapes back into the bare bushes and trellises. For a moment, neither of us speaks.Only our breathing fills the space between us.His comes fast but controlled, like he’s already actively forcing it down in preparation. Like he may have already decided where he’ll bolt if given another chance. Like his eyes are already seeking new routes of escapes. Cracks to fall through. Stay out of reach like a whisper of smoke. Bruno feels like a spring, coiled tight and ready to vault once again, while I…I don’t think I can. Because I’m still breathing ragged, uneven like little torn sounds drag out of a body that was not made for sprinting. My lungs burn right now as if I’ve swallowed the torches from inside the corridors. Decorating the air with hot puffs o
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 126 Part II Unexpected Arrivals
*Anastasia*“Papa…” I breathe, the word so soft it barely disturbs the fog on the glass. “Is this you?”It feels too long since I saw sapphire eyes look after me like the world couldn’t tame that stubborn gentleness that believed in me. That I could do anything. Like my ideas were not foolish just because they were mine. Like my wanting to be better—better than blood, better than tradition, better than what they expect of a woman and a half—wasn’t some childish fantasy to be corrected.He always believed in me. That I could rule at all.And it has been too long since I last received anything that felt like him. Not a report. Not a request. Not another clipped summary of someone else’s suffering. Something warm. Something like home.I want to hear from him. I want to hear from Johan, too. I want a letter that isn’t returned unopened, isn’t swallowed by distance, and isn't lost to silence like so many prayers flung into the wind.My mind betrays me with images I shouldn’t tempt myself
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 126 It Comes Quietly
*Anastasia*I barely notice my skirt whispering against the stone as I push forward. A bit too fast to be dignified, but too intent on putting distance between myself and that room. The domed chamber falls away behind my shoulders in a blur of gold and turquoise, torches and marble and watching mouths. The doors shut somewhere behind me, heavy, final.But the warmth doesn’t follow. The fire pits can crackle and pop all they like in there, so bright and careless, pretending at comfort. But out here the corridor is immediately colder, and it feels personal. As if the chill seeps through the seams of my very slippers like an unwavering judgement at everything I do. Relentlessly quiet, efficient, and straight to bone.I keep moving anyway. Press faster. Not that it changes the feeling.Because I can still feel it. The lingering gaze of both trailing after me till the very last turn. Pale brown and vermillion both. Admiral Nugen’s steady weight. The opposite to Mykhol’s…something else. So
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 51 Peek-A-Boo
* Mykhol?*Mykhol left Naska on the sofa so he could dress. And he went to the mirror and pulled his gown on. Behind him, Naska stretched. Her naked body was free to see in the mirror.“Do you plan to keep lying there?” Mykhol went counting the bite marks he left on her. He had left many since he was
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 48 Hello Neighbor
*Ana*“Queen Hildenberg!?” I am in shock. She is the last person I expect to see. And I am lost in the moment.“Hidi,” Hide corrects but doesn’t seem hurt by it. Instead, she moves deeper into the room. She seems to be at ease the further she walks.“What are you doing here?” Hidi shrugs but still is o
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 10 Spiderweb and Shawdow
*Ana*By the time we return, I am thoroughly exhausted, and barely have the strength to rest my head against the side of the bath, as the cold water laps against my frame. It does me good, cooling me, from the outside at least. But I can not completely escape it, even now feeling heavy humid air han
Will Bear the Moon Chapter 95 Two of Swords
*Mykhol*“Not so big-mouthed, are we?” Mykhol whispered under his breath, enjoying the sight. But as good as it was to see Maddie dragged away, he couldn't help but be disappointed. Was this it? No kicking or screaming? No last pleas for mercy? Mykhol thought she would at least try something. Use som
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