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Shape of the unknown part 3

Hello! :) This, I think, is the last part of the series. I've been thinking about an epilogue, but not sure. Hope you all will enjoy it

It's not proofread so ignore the mistakes you'll find please :)

genre: angst

warnings: blood, suffering, death, weapons, the plot is not the same as in the game, reader is not mc

word count: 1444 (aprox)

summary: It doesn't matter how much you try to escape fate, it will always find a way to come true. All you can do is hope this is the first and last time Sylus and you go through this.

When interpreting prophecies things are never what they seem. Dreams and premonitions always have loopholes. They all are symbolic, rarely should be taken word for word. Many nights and days should be spent thinking of the true meaning and how you get in the point where they become true. Stars and planets, pleading to the gods, herbs or cards sometimes help.

In the deep of night, one doesn’t know that killing is not entirely about a body, one sharpens their sword, washing it with tears, caught between love and duty. The third finally hears the mocking laugh of fate and can no longer cry, for the flames cannot be stopped anymore. Begging will do nothing to stop the wheels of future from tugging them towards their anguish.

Your mistake was getting tangled in this mess. But how it could’ve been prevented? The gods laughed in your face since the very start.

Days go by in a rush. Moon or sun, you don’t know, nor feel it. Sylus’ calls go unanswered. The faces around you are blurred, your hands seem someone else’s. Visions of flames, blood and destruction weaken your body.

At first, you’re confused what are your feelings truly. Sadness is long overdue, making place for anger – hot and heavy. Silence turns from protection to a weapon against him.

After hearing your hundred refusal, Sylus has had enough. He couldn't understand what could’ve made you so apprehensive, going so far as to deny him your presence for weeks. His wings bore him to your balcony in a hurry.

The night sky had no clouds, the moon shining over the city. A slight breeze made its way into your room awakening goosebumps on your skin, making it more difficult to light candles than it already was with a shaky hand. Suddenly the sound of wings scares you, dropping the matches on the ground. A familiar face welcomes your tired eyes. Beautiful as ever, Sylus makes his way in your room. The dancing light of a few candles you got to light makes his face look sharp and his blood red eyes piercing.

“Out”, is all that comes from your chapped lips, returning to your attempts to light more candles.

His stare becomes sharper, brows closing in. A small growl can be heard before a clawed hand grabs your wrist. Sylus’ tall form exudes danger and your body instinctively gets defensive, smaller, trying to set your wrist free.

Taking a better look at your face he can see deep dark circles around your pretty eyes, your hair is unbrushed, the attempts to free your hand are weak. Your form seems so sickly.

Under his stare you feel naked. The thin dark blue dress you wore to bed didn’t help either. Suddenly, the room seems too cold.

“Why am I no longer welcome?” his voice whispers, eyes searching for yours in almost a desperate manner.

“You should head back to her.”

“Jealous, my love?” he smirks, trying to hide his hurt.

Truth be told, you were jealous, but this wasn’t the problem. You would give up on love if it meant that your beloved could be happy. There was no sacrifice you wouldn’t do for him. The problem was that you knew that the same could not be told about her. No matter how much the sorceress loved him, she was meant to betray him in the end. There was no rivalry between the two of you, just the promise of tragedy that hanged over your heads. The sorceress didn’t want you to mess with her plans and you didn’t know how could you stop the disaster anyway. It was a divine comedy.

But what you didn’t understand was why – for the love of gods – did he amuse her? Only to come back to you? Why is he putting salt in a wound you try so hard to close?

“If I’m a fun thing to you, you must know it’s not the same for me, Sylus. I’m not a cow’s bone and you a dog to keep picking me up only when you want to fool around”, you say battling with your heart, knowing how the words will affect him.

For a moment the anger in your eyes shocks him, the words hitting him like a ton of bricks. In his hundreds, thousand of years of existing did he feel so lonely, cold and hurt. What could he say back? Thinking for a second about the last months, realization came upon him. While he tried sheltering you, loving you, diverting the sorceress’ attention, trying to change the story, all he achieved was turning you against him.

Once again, what could he say to you when he himself pushed you to misunderstand him?

The tears in your eyes broke him. He cursed himself and all he could do was leave, while the wind carried your whimpers of pain and suffering to him almost all night.

Sylus knew that if he didn’t amuse the girl, her eyes would eventually turn to you, and in trying to reach him, who knows what she could’ve done to you. The curse surrounding a dragon and his beloved hanging in the back of his mind didn’t help soothing his worries. Only to realize that he killed your heart, completely shattered it.

His eyes closed, warm, angry tears from under his eyelashes, feeling through the string between you two that he wasn’t alone in his pain. The thought of you, crying, begging the gods to take the suffering from you, crushed him. Now he understands the pain he felt burning in his chest while he took the sorceress for a flight.

It was too late anyway. All he has to do now, is await death, wishing that you would be spared by fate.

But fate was cruel.

You knew that the Legion was on its way to Tarus. All the letters you sent, asking other Temples and cities to help the people of Tarus to leave went unanswered. A million of questions swirled around in your head – how and why there was no answer? Not even the closest of your friends, in the furthest point of the continent, dared to help you? It didn’t make sense. They promised to send help if it was needed, after all, your own novices, doctors and sorceresses were sent there when they needed it. Why wouldn’t they reciprocate? Was the mail actually never delivered?

This seemed more like the case, as for the last three weeks not only mail seemed to be problematic, but also trades.

After five more days, the sky turned dark red. Smoke filled the air, as the Legion reached Tarus. Blood poured like rivers, screams were the only thing that could be heard. A true disaster was unfolding. The regret of not being able to help the kids you had to assist being born, the elderly your hands tried to take the pain of, all those people, now dying. Why? For not being privileged. The excuse? The existence of a big bad monster near Tarus that was seemingly hidden and helped by the people.

However, a wave of guilt washes over you as the only thing that seems important in this moment is reaching Sylus. You need to see him at least one last time, maybe, even though it’s impossible, you’ll save him. Then you two can fly somewhere far away, live a peaceful life.

As you reach a field outside the city, your eyes fall on two figures. Your lungs are burning after running all this way, only to see your lover, your dragon, being stabbed in his chest, falling to his knees. A shriek escapes your lips, hands covering your mouth. No, no, no, we have to run, we have to leave, no, no, no…

As your eyes meet, pain shoots through your back and chest. His eyes open in horror. Looking down you see the arrow plunged into your heart.

He hissed and moaned in pain when he couldn’t run to you as the sword in his chest was pushed a little deeper by the girl. Her back was turned to you, even though you could hear a small whimper – she was crying.

When you close your eyes, the only hope that is in your heart is to never wake again – not now, not tomorrow, not in another life. Everything that you’ve seen, heard and had to do were more than enough for the rest of the eternity. Perhaps, you and Sylus may find one another in the afterlife. Perhaps death will be kinder to you and your love than life was. As your last breath exits your body, the sound of crying and regret can be heard growing louder.

Then there’s nothing.

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“We shouldn’t valorize individual terrorists”

I think people should be rewarded for good deeds.

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"save me, substance abuse!" i cry. before you can moralize to me about the dangers of addiction, a noble and powerful steed gallops into the room - my horse whom i have named "substance abuse". you learn an important lesson about making assumptions. i snort a line off its back

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Something I find very interesting about this CEO assassination is that the guy who did it has basically become an American hero.

They're probably quite worried about what will happen when they catch this guy, especially with the level of public support he has. If they catch him alive and he gets to air his grievances, he could unite the entire country against the private healthcare system. It could go to trial and result in jury nullification, which would basically send a message to the American public that catching a rich body comes without consquences.

If they kill him to keep his mouth shut, I'd say people will burn cities to the ground, and it could potentially provoke even more anger against private health insurance. In a powder keg, it only takes one person lighting the match.

I know it sounds over the top, but a figurehead is a powerful thing, and that's what this shooter is. The rich understand it. That's why Blue Cross just magically decided they were going to pay for anesthesia again. Those dead-eyed psychopaths were going to take everything they could until someone shot that guy and that's the gospel truth.

Keep the hate fire burning. Watching their fear is the closest I've come to knowing joy since the Bush administration.

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After writing two parts of Shape of the unknown I must say it really feels nice to write. I almost can't stop. My thoughts are all about writing the third part, but i don't really know. :)))

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you're laughing, a man actively engaged in mass murder was shot and you're laughing

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*Sylus and MC are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff*

MC: oh my, Sylus, backwards!

Sylus: Really, Sweetie? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do!

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Shape of the unknown pt. 2

Hello! I hoped you liked the first part. I wasn’t sure if it should have multiple parts, but it was nice writing so I guess here we go. :)))

Any advice, feedback, it’s also welcome.

word count: 1327

Warnings: nudity, angst, sexual themes

Minors pleas dni, 18+

The moonlight and candlelight made your skin look like it shines it’s own light. Sylus didn’t know how much time passed since he stumbled upon you. Might’ve been seconds, minutes, years, in his mind it didn’t matter. He just couldn’t get enough. The skin of his hands burned to caress, touch. Seeing you disappear under petals and leaves, water hiding your beauty, his breath hitched. It almost surprised him seeing you move and enjoy yourself after a full day of working and studying. It was almost as he forgot you weren’t an unmoving piece of art, as such ethereal image as yourself couldn’t be real.

In your head and heart feelings were like a sea angered by clouds. Trying to chant to yourself calming lullabies, slipping underwater, then resurfacing. Scrubbing your skin and hair hoping imaginary blood would disappear, nerves about other problems surrounding the Temple too. Everything needed your undivided attention as your role was important for Tarus. You shouldn’t allow personal problems steal the spotlight. There was no mistake allowed here. But when a personal problem has direct consequences concerning everything else, what is to do?

When water gets cold, and your thoughts stop running wild with possibilities, you get out. A soft dark pruple robe awaits you near. The cold breeze of the night embraces your form, making your skin full of goosbumps. Your wet hair doesn’t help as it chills your back, water droplets running down your spine and shoulder blades. As you prepare to get some girls to help you drain the bath, your stomach knots, heart feels like falling out of your chest, eyebrows slightly up in surprise. Two red rubies stare at you wide eyed, lips parted just a little and a tail wiggling wildly behind his back.

Even though Sylus knew time will come for you to get out of your bathtub, he didn’t expect it. Not now. His hopes were that maybe his eyes would be able to run away from you, and then his steps would lead him back to his cave and newfound sorceress. Seeing the wet silhouette of you body made his own tingle. He was evil, an erethic, committing such an act of blasphemy. If it was someone else in his place, doing what he was doing, tainting your image before the gods in such way, they would be dead. If such thing would’ve reached his ears, nothing would’ve been left of the one daring this act of sacrilege. So what was he to do now? If you asked for his life in return for this mistake, he would die by your hands. No word would fall from his lips to try and beg for mercy.

Your surprised face lasts but a moment, turning into a mask of calm and ice. It hits him harder now seeing your face bare. The way your eyelashes curl upwards, the way you stare at him, how your lips move.

“That is… unexpected to say the least, Sylus. You do know that I could have your head for this, right?”, you say as you trace the edge of the bathtub.

His tongue can’t articulate anything. But what could he say?

“Would you…?” he whispers softly while taking slow, calculated steps towards you. A smirk appears on his lips. Bluffing may work with you, as he doesn’t care for what the gods will do to him anyway.

“Well, you could have just asked if you wanted to see me, not come here” you sigh.” How much closer do you plan to come though? Isn’t already enough that you stole glances of what is to be hidden?”

Heat radiates from him. His tail swings around you, coming closer, then going away. It’s as if it isn’t sure to touch you or not. His breath you can see it’s ragged. His eyes are looking deep into yours and you feel as if you are burning up.

“Will the gods punish me?”

A surge of daring boldness pushes you towards his ear. Goosebumps appear on his skin as his pulse picks up, making you hope that he sees you how you see him. Hoping that your body is not the only thing awaking his desires. There’s newfound desperation in your heart: the need to touch him and be touched, not only for lust, but love.

“Want me to let you in on a little secret, my dear?” you whisper, breathing softly near his ear, “the gods don’t care about the veil, whether we sleep in bed with men or women as they are depraved in their own way, not just wise. Being wise comes from experience, and experience is not only righteous. However, for men, a woman’s body must be holy to be respected.”

His tail snaps and holds you against him. Your hands go to his biceps, as your lips share a breath. Feeling eachother’s skin, him feeling your chest pressed against him, the beating of your heart.

“My darling, does this mean that you didn’t trust me?” Sylus asks feeling a drop of ire flowing through his veins.

How could his love, his Oracle, his desire not trust him when he always protected her? When he always thought of her? Was she upset also about the presence of the sorceress?

As there was no space between you two, thick tension building, feelings that have been hidden for so long, words you’ve been keeping for years run out of your mouth.

“My heart sings for you, but how could I show you myself if I wasn’t sure of your heart. Uncertainty hurts more than a dagger.”

His lips touch onto yours. Soft, warm, making a fire erupt in your being. Arms go behind his neck, then to his horns, tugging him closer. Sylus’ hands roam your body, caressing, exploring. Your curves are so enticing that it makes so hard for him to breath. His tail keeps circling your form, bringing and keeping you stuck on him. The bed couldn’t be further away. He scoops you up and you let him, desperate to get more, feel more.

The sheets hit your back and in moments your naked forms are pressing onto one another. His wings cover you by instinct, forming a space only for you two. The moment your bodies unite feels so right, nothing compares. There’s no way everything will be the same. Moans, whimpers and grunts fill your room. His smell of wind, high skies and musk and sweat makes you lose your mind, the same for him as he burries his nose in your neck.

But where does this leave you two? What about the girl? This question is one of the few you cannot have an answer to and it kills you.

The old Oracle told you at some point of an even older prophecy that a dragon will one day kill his beloved throwing his life in complete darkness. In the dead of night, as his chest rose and falls softly, your thoughts tangle in questions. As much as you want to understand what is going on and what follows next, it’s impossible. Anxiety and doubt creeps in your soul.

The rays of sun wake you up. Sylus is nowhere to be found, his side of bed, cold. Wanting to feel the sun to try and wake up from your groggy state, you exit on the small balcony. There is something in the sky. Strong wings keep the man afloat. But he is not alone. The shatter of your heart could almost be heard through Tarus. There’s no pain greater than what you felt right now, almost as if he took a sword and plunged it into your heart. Tears on your solemn face that at some point dry from the wind.

Little did you know that in this game of fate, some fight it, some ignore it, while others just listen to its whispers, but Sylus could only hope and try to change it.

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"enjoy the game but dont get addicted!" infold i dont even like men and im desperate to see where the story is going

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Shape of the unknown pt.1

Hi!! First, I want to say that (disclaimer) I’ve never written before, more so a fanfic. Also english is not my first language, so I may have some mistakes. Second, this is a work that doesn’t really respect everything that is canon (some things yes, others not so much) .

Sylus x reader (not MC), MC is also present though

Warnings: kinda angst, kinda fluff, suggestive, a little bit of stalking ig??

(written on artemas - how could you love someone like me, if you want the whole vibe I had writing this :) )

Tarus was the place for many kinds of people: thieves, traitors, murderers, so on and so forth. That doesn’t mean that everyone was a criminal, most people were just poor, therefore vulnerable.

You knew very well what it meant being vulnerable, used for transactions as if your life or death meant nothing more than a few coins. First years of your life were spent being a slave until one day a woman appeared before you. She was the epitome of beauty and calm. Her eyes scanned through the lines of slaves until they fixed on you. It might have been fate, might have been pure luck, but she took you under her care. This way Tarus became your home.

The woman was the Oracle of Tarus, teaching everything she knew: astrology, science, art and healing arts. However, the one thing that was not taught to you, a natural talent that brought her to become your protector and teacher: the gift of understanding what there was not to see and knowing what was to come.

The Temple of the Oracle was the only place where Tarus people would trust to be safe and taken care for. Sometimes you would see some that had a skin too clean, without the blemishes caused by the burning sun, lack of food and numerous fights. Their poor clothes looked too intentional. Those were aristocrats that hoped to get answers for their dilemmas, own diseases or to try and buy an oracle for themselves. They were usually welcome as the money from them played an important part in helping those who needed it.

Then the time came, yours became the title of Oracle.

Sylus didn’t care in the beginning about the new novice, even though he saw her many times. He had a strong bond with the precedent Oracle. When it was the time he promised to keep protecting the Temple and help the new priestess, if needed. He offered most of the funding, believe it or not.

With time, he got maybe even closer to you than anyone else before. Even though the veil you wore as a custom that marked you as a woman of the Temple, didn’t completely hide your face behind it, it’s soft opacity didn’t allow them to be clear – which sometimes, in the beginning at least, stirred something in him as he couldn’t read your reactions, nor feelings.

Sylus would request quite often for you to spend the evenings at his cave. Time would go flying as you two would chat on different subjects. Your presence was much appreciated by him, giving him an almost sense of peace.

Eventually, the visits didn’t happen so often. Your duty calls, as he did not. No-one needed to tell you why, as dreams came months before to whisper of the future and as objective and cold as you tried to be, your veins felt like they burned of anger?... sadness? broken heart? Maybe all of them? Needless to say, it’s no surprise when one afternoon your presence is requested to his cave. But you know it’s not him, but her.

The dark mauve veils that your dress was made of flowed like liquid around you. A headband made of woven metal kept in place the veil of your head, making you feel heavier than you already felt. Breathing was a hassle. Once you entered the cave, long silver locks welcome your eyes. A pair of blood red eyes welcome yours, but they were not his, your heart’s restless desire. The Sorceress’s lips form a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. As beautiful as she was, you could swear she could at any time start hissing like a viper.

“You called for me” rolls of your tongue in a calm tone.

“I did. I have a question”, her voice is beautiful too, has something upbeat to it.

It is easily noticed that Sylus is not here. For sure she is in no way a stranger to your closeness to the dragon, which means that you can easily be called a foe. It's quite plausible that she would want to talk to you alone.

“It is said that your words ring only truth - “

“My words are the truth for a moment and a place, as future obeys no rules. Ask me a question and I might give you the best I can in the moment” the words fall from your mouth, trying to control your tone, not knowing if you succeed or not.

“Then tell me what you see in my future” she proceeds, getting close to you. So close that you feel her breath on your face.

You do not really know what game she plays at. As you close your eyes for moments, images start flowing from your dreams, others new appear, morphing into timelines and possibilities and most of them leave you choking on air. Your head starts spinning and a sheer layer of sweat appears on your skin.

“War is in your mind, leaving your hands dirty in blood that you can’t wipe off. Eons may come and go and blood will still be pouring, as it’s spoils your heart and the gem that you so much want will be forsaken in the thick, red liquid”, escapes out of your mouth almost unwillingly.

Her eyes fall to the floor for a second then she doesn’t even care to tell anything more, a sign it was time to return. As the thoughts of her stare, your mind seeks an answer for why must she do this. Why try and find out the future if she knows already what will happen? Why talk to you? Does the Sorceress want to be sure you won’t interfere?

Little did you know, another pair of ruby eyes follow you coming out of the cave. He heard your words. Sylus notices how your steps are hurried, breathing heavy, hands trembling. Something coils around his heart almost painful. The voice in which you delivered your prophecy, was not something he was used to. He thought how he wanted to see your face clear, look deep in your eyes and find out answers for his unasked questions. Sylus’s mind wanders to you in so many ways. At first he wanted to keep you close as it was no lie that the ability you possessed was much more cultivated than anyone’s. The ability to shape the unkown in different timelines, from the least to most possible and see time like a living and breathing creature was nothing short of breathtaking. Just as you.

In the end, in the middle of the night, something pulls him to the Temple. What he didn’t expect was finding you bathing in plants with such alluring smell that his eyes closed for a few moments. However, he opens them as curiosity peaks in his chest. Your eyes shine so beautiful, even more than the jewels in his cave. Your hair is sleek on your head and back from being wet. Your skin looks so soft and delicate. Sylus can’t move. In his head, he knows it’s not right, he should leave, at least wait for you to be done… but hidden behind one of the drapes that decorate your room, the urge to watch is more powerful.

His mind becomes preoccupied by thoughts of touching the skin, hair, looking at your eyes up close.

As you are too caught up in some inner monologue, a dragon awaits a miracle to move away or closer.