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𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚈𝙰 ... @heartvalor (continued.)
the winter fete was her busiest time, she had to tailor more than usual. found herself glowing at the end of the night. but not from using her powers - but from his gaze. she felt absolutely beautiful with the captain of the guard’s eyes locked on her as she maneuvers through the party. only wishing he would come join her. there was no one she wanted to dance with quite like him. the man who had held her heart for as long as she remembered. maybe even since the first time she met him. about eleven years old, stubborn with a cut to his head. given to him as a parting gift from his father. she had been hurt by men before, had sworn she would stay far away from love. and there had chaol westfall been ... with that laugh of his and his beautiful smile.
he did not need any tailoring, no. genya found him to be absolutely beautiful all by his natural self. so once the queen is satisfied and settled, she sneaks to his side. peering up at him from her short self. “ the happier moments .. are they all with me ? i’d hate if you were happy with other grisha ladies around here, sir. ” she speaks, a faint but still present blush on her cheeks. one that she was dying to tailor away, but she lets him see it. reveals her cards to him. take me as i am, chaol. and she knew he would. he had never said no to a challenge, not when they came from her.
“ i wish you’d come dance with me. i wish i could just .. ” leaning close to breathe against his ear. lips gently brushing the lobe. “ i wish i could be in your arms all night, and show all these rich bastards that i belong here and nowhere else. ” feeling herself choke on something uncomfortable. she knows there are eyes watching. that the king had people watching her on nights like this, yet she grips onto his hand. looking into his eyes with a soft nod. “ you owe me a dance, chaol. ”
and hopefully, it would be somewhere private where they could laugh and she could finally get the kiss she was yearning for so terribly.
finding himself so engulfed in his affection was in itself a contradiction to everything that chaol westfall was. duty-bound soldier with nothing to give but loyalty to his king, service the escape that had finally set him free from the horrors of a past whose memory still burned like snow under his palms as it mixed underneath him. that had been a lifetime ago, but the impression of it had refused to fade; it was meant to be a reminder of why he was who he was, the push that kept him on track when thoughts of faltering cascaded over him. (as if chaol had ever faltered — as if he would ever let himself, before… before…)
was that was love was meant to be, a contradiction? all of the stories had told him otherwise. to love was harmony, a feeling of belonging that was more like coming home, knowing you were where you needed to be. with the person you needed to be. it certainly couldn’t be the hammering of his heart, gazing down at her and forgetting everything that came with the word duty. only swallowing, the dusting of red over her perfect skin stirring something within him. ❝ none compare to what’s in front of me, my lady. ❞ a tad breathless, more honest than he thinks he was intending. chaol can’t be bothered to care; he would never lie to her, not about this.
❝ i’m not sure that’s a good idea. ❞ his words soft enough to be lost in the murmur of conversation around them, but hesitant in their determination. again, he forgets himself — wishing nothing more than to wrap his arm around her waist, to return the favor of a shiver running down his spine by tucking his fingers under her chin and guiding her lips up to his. instead, he brushes his fingertips over her hand, the closest they can come to holding each other. ❝ but someday… ❞ he swears, voice low. ❝ all of the dances you’d like, they’ll be yours. ❞
it wasn’t a promise he could make. he shouldn’t, and yet — if she said the word, he would keep it. without a second thought of his responsibilities. offering her a smile again, he tilts his head towards the exit. ❝ my shift will end soon, and if you can excuse yourself even for a moment… the garden looks lovely tonight. ❞
#i have nothing to say about this#he's just a fool in love your honor — he cannot help himself for being sappy#heartvalor#heartvalor: genya.#heartvalor: [genya & chaol].#╰ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾���� 𝚆. ╯ ⋯ no position or title save oath breaker‚ traitor‚ liar
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𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙴𝙽𝙰 . @malascion ( cont. )
she’s plenty selfish. case and point, she’s stubbornly clinging to them when she knows, she knows it was going to hurt him. the king was going to use him to punish her if she even – did the exact thing she was doing. “ i am protecting the future i thought you wanted, “ he wanted to play the noble martyr but the minute she stepped up to it - the minute she was willing and ready to even attempt to pursue that with him he took an issue ? “ i could escape now, “ she said lowly, “ but he would kill you. and nehemia, and her family, and i - “
palm against his cheek, taking a deep breath as his fingers tightened at her waist. “ if i was selfless, i’d leave you. but i can’t do that either. “ because she wants this. wants him, and the surety of him, and their home on the edge of the world. a swallow, “ i don’t want to.”
he doesn’t know how this began, the new path woven for him with the strands of fate that have pulled them together. but then, he’s never quite believed in fate before. all of his choices had been purposely made, he’d pushed to find a life at his best friend’s side once. he’d found himself a life he could be proud of, serving king and crown. but how did he explain this want, the undeniable pull of a woman who should have never stepped into his life and taken root in his heart the way she already had? it’s hard not to feel uneasy when something has bloomed between them and the truth of the danger they’re in revealed. “my future is irrelevant if you aren’t in it. and you are toeing a very dangerous line.” he couldn’t swallow it. and he finds himself running a frustrated hand through his hair, gaze turned away from her completely. and nehemia, gods— it was all twisted beyond belief, and chaol hates that his focus is solely on keeping the assassin safe.
her skin is warm against his, a familiar heat which pulls at his heartstrings and guides his eyes back to hers. he won’t let her go, the same way she’s so fiercely determined to stay with him, his hold on her now the anchor keeping him from splintering at the turmoil within. “you are not invincible. if you keep going down this road— i can’t protect you.” not against the king, not against everything he’d ever been told was right. he’s never felt more like a coward. “i’m not selfless either. i want every moment with you, but not like this. not if you choose to put my life before yours.”
#writing this when im already past qos makes me wanna eat glass but . he still loved her and im .#never going to be okay actually#malascion#╰ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝙻 𝚆. ╯ ⋯ no position or title save oath breaker ‚ traitor ‚ liar#╰ 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚄𝙴 ╯ ⋯ like a fist ‚ like a knife
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@heartvalor said — “ i wish i could just freeze time. let this moment be forever. ” genya @ chaol
there weren’t many times chaol would define himself as helpless. in truth, he was a man who took pride in being aware of himself at all times; chaol didn't do helpless. and sure, to live in a palace among grisha was an ordeal that often left one feeling like they were swimming in uncharted waters, ��but his years in service to the crown had accustomed him to that. chaol was strong, was brave, was unfaltering. chaol had always felt he was ready for anything life threw at him. and then life had given him genya.
though the fete continued on with beauty and grace, it held none of his attention. and it was beautiful; even someone with little interest in decor or spectacles could admit that. the gowns worn by the women of high society, painted faces and lips and the ever-present smiles that told him everyone felt alive. but the whole night, he’d known none held a candle to the beauty of one person close to his heart, and over the crowd of people he’d been meant to guard, his eyes couldn’t help but seek her familiar shade of fire out.
now, she was here, and chaol could admit within himself that he was helpless; a helpless prisoner to his own desires, trapped by the affection that had taken root within him and only grown in the years since meeting. and her voice, like silk to his ears, only further drove that feeling down, bringing a smile to his face as he heard it. “i know what you mean.” he shifted where he stood, eyes cast around the room once more, trying to pretend everything he wanted wasn’t right in front of him. but just as quickly, he looked to her again, feeling his heart in his throat. (or was it on his sleeve tonight?) “though… in my mind, i can think of happier moments to remember someday, if you’d like.”
oh, what he wouldn’t give to not have his duty now — to be able to ask her to dance, and damn the consequences that would be sure to come.
#╰ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝙻 𝚆. ╯ ⋯ no position or title save oath breaker‚ traitor‚ liar#╰ 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 ╯ ⋯ a story is no small thing#heartvalor#heartvalor: genya.#heartvalor: [genya & chaol].#i forgot my chaol tag for a min but we're good WE'RE GOOD#do i love them a little too much? yes. do i cry? also yes.
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