[“How did you get that scar?”]
Nolan and Yvette
^characters from my own book, Two King’s Treason
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Nolan lets the atmosphere whisk him away to his own world, nostalgia overcoming his senses and closes his eyes as he draws in a deep breath, relaxing to the sound of the waterfall pounding against rocks, and feels a pair of delicate hands snakes up his back.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Yvette sighs, resting her forehead against his shoulder as she quietly undoes his quiver, “No one knows this place except me, it’s where I go to seek counsel from the Great Gods.”
The humidity in the cave was warm, inviting, it calmed all of Nolan’s senses and something about the waterfall seemed to take away all his worries and frustrations. Yvette unclasps the quiver and lets it fall, laying his bow down beside the leather as she takes her time to work away at his sash.
“Do you come here often?” Nolan asks quietly, taking in the full view of the place - the translucent rock wall shone a light blue, water as clear as ever, still and unmoving; reflecting the blue light like pearls, and there were patches of green earth covering the shores, with exotic flowers outlining it that Nolan has never seen before, rocks dripping with curtains of pale fungus and complete with moss dangling from the overhanging crystals above.
Yvette chuckles, weaving through velvet as she folds the sash neatly beside the bow.
“Yes, the energy here radiates strongly, Athena uses this place as a vessel.”
“Athena? The Goddess of knowledge?”
“You’ve done your homework, hm?”
She slowly peels off his top, a hand trailing over a certain brand on his back as she went, and a shiver tingles down Nolan’s spine.
It was a small mark, a circle with a single scratch passing through it, the design seemed vaguely familiar as she studied it intently, tracing the linework lightly. It looked as if the wound was inflicted deeply, but she knew clear and well that no animal would have been able to leave that mark. It was the work of another human.
She says nothing at first, letting the silence hang in the air as she silently drinks in the view of his lean build, muscular lines carved at perfect spots on bronze skin - though littered with scars of previous untold battles. He feels her eyes on him, and stifles a shiver.
“How did you get that scar?”
Nolan tensed, his gaze now fixed on the rocks beneath him as his breath quickens. Hesitating as though the mere mention of it brought up bad memories.
It was a brand - no doubt a mark left by King Emry. A brand that scarred him.
“I...It was given to me when I became his assassin.” he feels her nail tracing the thin line now, “it serves as a constant reminder that I’m no longer free. I’m bound to my vows.”
“But are you still bounded by your words?” Yvette questions deeply, moving away to undo her own robes.
“I only wish not to be,” he sighs ruefully, “it’s not easy, the mark is a curse made by his sorcerer. If I ever defy him...” he trails off, not wanting to finish the sentence.
“But you are defying him right now, and nothing has happened to you.” A light splash of her entering the water catches his attention, and she reaches out a hand to beckon him closer, to which he accepts, “something is changing you.”
Nolan looks away, thoughtful, and the realisation finally hits him.
“Not something,” he starts, “someone.”
Yvette lets a small smile form across her lips, eyes shining with affection as she approaches the man, hands laying cooly against his chest. “Who is it?” she whispers.
Nolan returns the smile, holding her gaze boldly as it lingers, and she challenges his space, her face close enough that he could feel her warmth radiating. He chuckles lightly.
“It isn’t you, Yvette.”
Disappointment flashes briefly through her eyes, and she lets out a small, “oh.” before retreating, still smiling as she scoops a palmful of water in her hands, “I admit, romancing an assassin would of have been interesting.”
“Romancing a barmaid would of have been too. Unfortunate.” He teases back, before being splashed with water as her laughter rings through the cave.