Genesia
The Villa
The house was quiet, unusually so.
In the past week the rampant sounds of their love could be heard no matter where you stood. Now it was quiet, Fiolette flicked the lighter in her hands her eyes stared into the wall threatening to burn it where it stood. Her mind was lost to the ghosts of her past, the sounds of the men and women who perished at Fondor. Haunted her as they blended into the voices of those lost at Castameer and in the battles before. Her teeth gritted as she sat ever still on the edge of the bed behind her she knew it would not be long before Taeli would wake. Dressed only in a black sleeveless top, her jaw tightened as she flicked the lighter and let the flame lick at her finger tips.
Quietly she rose and turned her to the bathroom to go about her morning routines.
In the wake of the Alliance's fall, she had pushed aside her anger so that she might relish in Taeli's achievements. Oh yes, she delighted in her lover's masterful stroke. A masterpiece of betrayal ten years in the making deserved so much attention and devotion. And she gave it in full, never had Fiolette loved harder or been so ludicrous with delight. Fiolette closed her eyes to bring those recent memories back to her mind. A soft smile tipped at the edges of her lips, how Taeli's body responded to her touch. How she responded to Taeli, night after night until exhaustion had claimed them both.
In that week, she had cast aside the wrath that burned inside, the way the God of War spoke to her. Turning her mind it was what she was meant to do, the vivid images of swordplay as a child with her brothers. They blurred into the movements of her mother how that woman threw her down. Fiolette pressed her hand into the sink's edges as she tossed the lighter at the back of it. Her azure gaze drew to the mirror, as she stared at her own reflection. Nostrils flared her rage built within she had no one to blame but herself and while yes - she had been glad to bask in the burning of Fondor and Skor II. The admiral knew it wasn't enough, it would never be enough.
Rest would welcome her no longer.
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