It was a fine art, drawing with a quill. But after so many centuries, Sebastian had mastered it.
Eventually, he tilted his head to inspect his finished work. Only when he was satisfied that it was a true depiction, did he turn to the next page. And then the words flowed.
Dipping the quill over and over. He scribbled tormented thoughts in the light of a tiny candle. Though he didn’t truly need it, it offered some comfort in the darkness.
His guilt eased in increments with each confessing page. He purged pain and longing, as best as he could. Filling the pages with his need for closeness with Elsabet. And his desire to hold her.
He articulated his dream of a day when he could reach for her and know she’d turn into his touch, rather than him risking the likelihood of rejection if he reached for her. All the complexities of this life with her was, ironically, wearing him down. Whereas she still stood fast.
Like a boulder in the tides
Calisto sat with Elsabet on the edge of that bed, feeling the moment fading away. She knew she wouldn’t have much time with Elsabet. That brief surge of energy that the valkyrie had given her was going to abate until she wouldn’t be able to appear at all. “Why are you so angry with him?” Calisto asked sorrowfully. Thinking of the words. Bast had written earlier. “I hate him.” Elsabet corrected tonelessly. But Calisto knew better. “Do you really think he’s so bad?” “I hate that I can’t stop thinking about him.” She choked on a sob. “He makes me feel things I worked hard to kill long ago.” “You feel for him, when you don’t want to feel anything.” Calisto said sympathetically. Recalling a time when a man had made her feel that way. “Yes…” Elsabet admitted. “He makes me…crazy.” “Crazy.” Calisto laughed. “That’s certainly one description for it, isn’t it?” “Mmm.” Elsabet agreed sadly. “That’s what love does to us.” C
Calisto offered a fond smile and tilted her head. “And then you fell in love.” Calisto shrugged playfully as she gazed at Elsabet. “You couldn’t have helped it. And why not, for that matter?” “But it’s with the most impossible man!” She slammed her fist to her thigh in frustration. “I know.” Calisto said, softening her voice. She was faintly surprised that Elsabet didn’t bother arguing the point. Sensing that saying anything further would just fuel the aggravation Elsabet tried to assimilate against Bast. Calisto would be no part of that. After a long silence Elsabet asked the oddest question. “Did he win?” “Win?” “Bast. The swim races?” “He sometimes won.” Calisto frowned. She remembered propelling herself through the water like an engine. Often cheating and using her magic to make the water carry her along. Still Bast, ever a strong swimmer, often reached the island first. “I don’t know how…” She confided. “He
Sebastian stepped lithely from the dark. Wearing a dark shirt, frilled at the cuffs. Long blonde hair waving in a cloud down to his shoulders. Making him luminesce in the blackness, as vivid gold as the moonlight was silver. Chastain immediately reached longingly to touch him. His face and hair. She leaned up on her toes. A slender wraith in the dark. Wearing her white muslin nightdress. She stretched to reach for him. Her fingertips itching to feel his skin. To touch that hair. She ached to be closer to him. When she could just touch his cheek, her expression changed. Realization dawned. He tilted backward, evading her touch. Eventually, he was forced to catch her wrist to stay her. That moment gave her the chance to think. To see beyond her primal desire. Her hand fell and recognition brightened her face. Thank heaven He thought. Realizing that she’d recognized him. And somehow, she’d managed to resist the urge to touch him,
Reaching down, Elsabet yanked the pendant loose from his hands.Sebastian's torn shoulders and arms offered little resistance.It was as the sun was cresting the ridge that she released her grip on him. Watching him fall.For just a moment, she wished she could take it back. He was courageous. Admirable in his fearlessness.A shame.Even in his shredded shirt with gold hair tousled, he'd been wildly handsome.She watched his strange expression as he looked up at her, dropping limply in a deadfall toward the trees far below.Totally calm...He was...peaceful.Bafflement marked her face. Making him fight the smile pulling at his lips.He gave her a chiding look. Angry at her choice.Or perhaps disappointed. Elsabet started to turn in flight, reluctant to see his human body crushed in the trees.Turning back from the body of water, she headed back toward LandingTown.As she turned something scintillating caught her eye. She glanced down and watched flashes of vibrant gold erupting from whe
*****Note from the Author:This is a very slow burn book. Spanning many decades as it interweaves with other books such as King of the Seditious and The Barbarian's Pleasure (you don't have to read those to understand this one ).This is the story of Sebastian and his valkyrie.*****1580 - A Cottage in Inner Forestway, Mane Country"Sebastian" The woman breathed as she opened her cottage door and bid him enter. That husky seductive note already tingeing her voice.As she has countless times before."Moira." He greeted stomping off his boots before entering the sparse cottage."I've missed you." She cooed. Stroking the Ample tops of her small, pert breasts."I know.""My lover has returned from his estate. He's really quite possessive." She threw shining brown hair over her shoulder, proudly."I care not a whit for possessive lovers." He shrugged."Do you care for me?" She pounced on the opportunity to ask the question.Despite that she already knows.He leaned back his head, gold eye
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier CountrySebastian woke slowly. Awash with pain.He saw a dark head lowered over him and met the gray eyes of his friend."Chavias." He greeted through a throat that felt stuffed with cotton.How'd I get here?"Your bloody luck is astounding! How you're alive escapes me." Chavias' gray eyes were wide."Me as well." Bast tried to sit but felt the cutting pain stabbing through his back and into his chest. "How am I alive?""I'm not sure this time. You healed. Did you manage that?""I don't recall attempting to heal myself.""Well, you should have. I would've."Bast laughed humorlessly."You must quit with all this recklessness. We all knew it was a matter of time before some woman's angry husband stuck you.""I'm glad you did.""You had to have guessed?" Chavias said sternly. His look incredulous."How'd you find me?""I didn't. The Captain was passing through Mane and caught a whiff of your blood.""Where was I?""Thrown into the underbrush.""Is Moira w
Bast had lifted his arm to spin his dance partner.Pleasantly oblivious at that moment.Elsabet caught the glint of a gold chain falling over his collar and dangling just beneath those laces. Stark against his tanned skin. The candlelight caught the shimmer of a gold ornament on the chain. Nestled against his defined chest. A serpent twining a thick cross.Her target.The one thing she needed for her to return home. To Sanctuary Island.Even now she was calculating his next step.Her plan was simple: She'd intercept him as he turned in step with the dance, she'd hook the pendant on her claw and let his movements tear it off him. Freeing it into her waiting hand.Already hanging open, his shirt would offer little resistance.Amulet in hand she'd exit the dance floor. Likely while he stood in surprise.Her detail in LandingTown settled. And free to return home.Elsabet watched him, nearly shaking with intensity. Anticipation heightening as he danced closer. She was already reaching, wai
She hissed. Her irises bled to ruby. Slamming her hands against the sides of the coach she screeched.Cracking her neck, she looked at him. Last warning.The coach rocked. Long brown wings snapped out from her body, one shattering the narrow coach window.The driver lunged off his seat. Hitting the ground and desperately crawling through the dirt to get as far from it as possible. Vanishing down the drive yelling in horror.Sebastian was unmoved by the woman's violent fury."Out!" The valkyrie shrieked in his mind.To any mortal, the sight of the Valkyrie with red eyes and brown wings spanning the coach, would've been an intimidating sight.Shredding her slippers, her feet became taloned claws embedding in the coach seat. She emanated predatory hunger.Cocking his head, he studied her new visage, fearless.That really should've been her first hint. He mused. Toying with the book in his hands.Her skin was as pale as when she'd been beautiful. However, hair pins clattered to the floor