HH Chapter 10--AlaiseAlaise sat uncomfortably, her hands clasped in her lap, eyes guiltily flicking between the forms of the two men in her company. The older man was presently sprawled unconscious on the musty, overstuffed pillow they let the neighborhood stray use on stormy nights. The red-head sat across from her. His chestnut eyes roamed the room critically with deep suspicion, which only heightened when they looked at Alaise. She felt as though she were under deep scrutiny, but she was used to that. Alaise supposed she shouldn't feel it was about her appearance, either, for there was no suspicious mystery behind two people of different races coming together to produce a child forever doomed to walk the space between two worlds and never fully engage in either one.HH Chapter 10--Alaise by =Binary-Wings
No, he didn't seem suspicious of that. Maybe he was suspicious of her loyalty to them. She had thought so originally, since they had been sneaking about (with good cause), and so she had professed to the Prince that on her life sh
HH Chapter 9--DustanHe was first cognizant of the sensation of leaves brushing against his face, and a hushing sound beneath him. Shifting, he could feel the squeakiness of plant matter against his skin, before letting out an unintentional groan as something sharp and hard slid up under him and knocked the shoulder of his broken collar bone. And yet, while he anticipated to immediately vomit, he did not. It wasn't until this point that he opened his eyes to the sight of trees idly sliding past above him, dappled light conveying across him as if he were still and all else were in motion around him. The sharp, nausea-inducing pain that had shocked through Dustan prior to his awakening had dissipated to a manageable ache that he would really be embarrassed to complain about.HH Chapter 9--Dustan by =Binary-Wings
"Ah," said Faern, whose gnarled and caloused hand was grasping the sleeve of what Dustan recognized as his own Jacket, "You're awake. Good. I'm tired of dragging you." He promptly let the younger man go, and continued on. Dustan watched
HH Chapter 8--DustanEdel woke Dustan at dawn the next morning, and told Dustan to crowd in next to him. The other man, now that Dustan could finally see him, was very thin and delicate-looking, almost like a woman. His skin was dark and chocolatey, and his hair was silky and black though it could have done with a thorough combing. His eyes were an oceanic blue-green. All of this Dustan noticed while his face was basically pressed into Edel's, a blanket over the both of them as the other prisoners climbed down the sides of the bunkbeds. Dustan could not see how this could possibly work, but Edel was insistent.HH Chapter 8--Dustan by =Binary-Wings
"It works," he whispered, "it always works."
To Dustan's shock and disbelief, he could hear the guards checking the lower bunks. They seemed to climb up just a few, "All right. I don't see anyone. Do you?"
"Nope. Got 'em all, I reckon."
He could hear them leave, and the thundering footsteps of the rest of their roommates as they were led down the corridor to the central chamber to join the r
HH CHapter 7--HorukIt had been going on this way for months, now. Leave, ride for hours. Ride until you run out of sunlight. If you're in a town, find someone to quarter you. If the town is a recent conquest, prepare for looks of disgust and hatred and smell the tea for gifts of poison. If you're not in a town, set up camp by moonlight. Use magic for light only if absolutely necessary. Sleep only until the first sliver of graphite dulls the ink of the sky, blotting out the stars, one by one. Begin to pack up. Eat your dry rations. Drink so much water, you're bloated. Make sure you leave nothing behind. Ride.HH CHapter 7--Horuk by =Binary-Wings
Horuk Gavrel was the highest-ranking soldier in the Terthian Land Forces. Of all the military officials, he was outranked only by the head of the ESDElite Sorcery Division. Horuk had fought and won many battles in the name of Terutas and its royal family. Born to a family indebted to the throne, he was sold into service at the age of six. Yet there he had been, just two mornings prior, sitting
HH Chapter 6--DustanWorking all day for his sworn enemy's military had left Dustan with a foul taste on his tongue, but he assumed that many of his fellow prisoners felt the same. They walked as they ate their suppera bowl of slop with a few pheasant legs stuck into itbeing herded en masse back to their bunks. Dustan's hands felt blistered from the hot bottles of magical liquid he'd been handling, but they looked all right. Faern said that the burn was beneath the surface. This did not comfort Dustan.HH Chapter 6--Dustan by =Binary-Wings
They reached the room and handed their bowlswhether empty or not by that pointto the guards, and began to climb up into the bunk beds. It wasn't until just that moment that Dustan remembered his bunkmate. The man who had technically saved his life the night before, yet who he had never bothered to catch a glimpse of. Now, he couldn't even remember which bed had been his the previous night. Glancing around, he made note that everyone else seemed to be returning to their same beds
HH Chapter 5--DustanDustan had been completely unable to sleep. The slab of wood beneath him was rough and the heads of the nails weren't flush, the edges sticking up and raking against his skin. The man behind him breathed so quietly that the incessant whispering of the pair above them drowned it out, which was somehow more distracting than if he'd been a loud breather. Dustan frequently wondered if he was on death's door. It wouldn't have surprised him. But when the other two finally fell asleep, he could hear a very faint, shallow breathing coming from the other man. Once or twice he would whisper in his sleep.HH Chapter 5--Dustan by =Binary-Wings
Slowly, dawn came over them, and surprisingly, its presence was evident if not brilliant. Teeny, tiny holes no bigger around than Dustan's own thumb existed in the ceiling above themten beds higher than he was now. Tiny beams of light extended through these holes, dappling the floor below, as well as the skin and faces of the individuals in the top tier of beds. Dustan wondered if it was w