He saw the smirk on her lips and it drove him mad. She never mocked him in the past. She was so encouraging. So kind. So loving. Perfect in the eyes of a dumb youth. Now she was a shell. Lyla in flesh only for her soul had warped into something unrecognizable. He was being forced to follow the remains of his love to a city that he'd barely escaped the first time.
So many dark memories awaited him there. So much was suppressed and meant to be forgotten. Orion wasn't sure if he had the strength to control himself if he returned. But for Emily and Dinah's sake he had no choice.
When she advanced on Dinah and him, the squire reached for his blade to defend them all. Would she really betray their agreement so quickly? He didn't know what to believe anymore, but he wished that if she were going to kill him that she would simply get it over and done with. Instead of attacking she derobed and went to the water. His eyes lingered on the curves of her flesh longer than he should have allowed them. Orion jerked his head away, finding the will not to stare at a body as perfect as the last time he saw it.
"What are you doing?" He growled, but instead of an answer she disappeared beneath the surface of the waters. A few tense ticks passed before she surfaced with the dagger that had urged him to murder. Of course she would offer it as a gift. "As though I could refuse," he replied, yanking the weapon from her grasp. She had a strange definition of choice and gift. It had never felt as anything actually met those words. "I'll cherish it," he said in monotone voice. The dagger found its place in his belt as it had during his exploration of the cave. The glow was gone as apparently was the voice. No longer did it whisper monstrous ideas in his ears. He doubted very much it would remain that way.
Again their lips met, and he found himself unable to resist as he should have. The squire was left wanting as she pulled away, disappearing as quickly as she'd shown. "This cannot be..."
Orion took a seat in between Dinah and Emily, bringing his daughter once again into his arms. He would have to wait until Dinah regained herself. If it didn't happen in the next few bells, he would begin the long trek through the caves and drag them all if he had to. For now all he could do was pray that the waters would work their magic.
He was left alone with his thoughts and memories. All that could be found was torment within them.
The silence was suffocating.
So many dark memories awaited him there. So much was suppressed and meant to be forgotten. Orion wasn't sure if he had the strength to control himself if he returned. But for Emily and Dinah's sake he had no choice.
When she advanced on Dinah and him, the squire reached for his blade to defend them all. Would she really betray their agreement so quickly? He didn't know what to believe anymore, but he wished that if she were going to kill him that she would simply get it over and done with. Instead of attacking she derobed and went to the water. His eyes lingered on the curves of her flesh longer than he should have allowed them. Orion jerked his head away, finding the will not to stare at a body as perfect as the last time he saw it.
"What are you doing?" He growled, but instead of an answer she disappeared beneath the surface of the waters. A few tense ticks passed before she surfaced with the dagger that had urged him to murder. Of course she would offer it as a gift. "As though I could refuse," he replied, yanking the weapon from her grasp. She had a strange definition of choice and gift. It had never felt as anything actually met those words. "I'll cherish it," he said in monotone voice. The dagger found its place in his belt as it had during his exploration of the cave. The glow was gone as apparently was the voice. No longer did it whisper monstrous ideas in his ears. He doubted very much it would remain that way.
Again their lips met, and he found himself unable to resist as he should have. The squire was left wanting as she pulled away, disappearing as quickly as she'd shown. "This cannot be..."
Orion took a seat in between Dinah and Emily, bringing his daughter once again into his arms. He would have to wait until Dinah regained herself. If it didn't happen in the next few bells, he would begin the long trek through the caves and drag them all if he had to. For now all he could do was pray that the waters would work their magic.
He was left alone with his thoughts and memories. All that could be found was torment within them.
The silence was suffocating.
