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the deathless, the undying, and the unwilling divine - part 8 (the end)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Here we are at the end <3 I'll get back to single chapter scion pieces now.

It’s quiet, the walk back.

Not comfortably so.

Thick and heavy and suffocating.

None of them have the energy to speak much to Tatyana when she summons them a portal back to Nightside. As it is, Penny and Marla are helping the wizard stand, Malorn has an arm wrapped around Duncan’s waist—Duncan who had protested at the help initially, until he nearly collapsed taking a few steps alone. They step through the portal, three and then two, out into the eternal dark of Nightside just behind Mortis.

Even for you.

Into the Death school. The wizard can barely think.

Dworgyn is waiting.

Cyrus is waiting.

“Hello there! You aren’t dead, or at least you don’t look it… Congratulations!” Five pairs of eyes blink back at Dworgyn in a way that must be unsettling, because he looks between them all and adds: “At least you’re breathing!”

The necromancers wave him off, half awkward, half exausted, and Cyrus requests the use of the Death Tower for a place to rest and explain. Which Dworgyn grants enthusiastically, waving them all back out again.

In the tower, after potions have been pressed into the Wizard and Duncan’s reluctant hands, after everyone has sat down in some form or another, in chairs, atop desks, on the floor. Cyrus speaks.

“You are the first to have engaged in the Law of Kan Davasi in a great age. I am glad to see all of you returned in one piece. Now, please, tell me everything.”

Marla speaks the most. Talks of Shane Von Shane and his minions, of the summoned spirits of the Dragon Titan’s army, of Tatyana and finally granting her rest after untold years of being bound. Duncan recounts their reunion with Sylvia, and how she was dragged from her rest only once Malistaire had taken up residence in Darkmoor. Malorn is the one to speak of the actual moments leading up to and following the final fight, though he leaves out the details of the wizard being thrown from the duel.

Penny watches silently, eyes flickering between the wizard, Malorn, and Cyrus.

It takes Cyrus a moment to digest the information poured forth. The wizard doesn’t think any of them would expect any different. The last several hours have been… Too much to say the least.

Is it still the same day they had left for Grizzleheim?

“May I ask how it is that five of you traversed the halls of Castle Darkmoor?”

Their body stiffens slightly, the urge to wince and the responding attempt to hide it.

“Four.” Penny pipes in before they can even open their mouth, “I stayed behind and met them after each fight, Renfield took me through other passageways, and then I remained with Tatyana at the Bridge to Neverwhere.” She says it with ease, staring down Cyrus Drake as if daring him to question her. “As much as I looked up to your brother as a figure, I didn’t know him like the others, I didn’t want any of them to lose their chance to say goodbye.”

“A decision I am sure your classmates appreciated deeply.” Cyrus replies, but he’s still looking at the wizard instead. “Perhaps, now that this ordeal is over, my brother can finally remain at peace. Thank you, all of you, for what you went through today in order to achieve this. I will not forget it.”

~*~

Duncan vanishes out of the Death tower before they can get a word. They’ll have to find him later—have to—and make sure that the Shadow magic he’d summoned (how had he managed that?) was in fact, safely siphoned away.

Beyond that…it would be nice to talk.

To clear the air again, after everything.

The crack and settling of the Celestial Calendar still haunts them every time they speak to Duncan. Like a warning. Like it’s waiting for something.

“Why did you lie?” They ask Penny, as she and Malorn help walk them back to the commons, and then to Ravenwood for a moment of rest.

They can’t help it.

They have to know.

“You weren’t ready to tell him,” Penny says softly “you didn’t before—when you could have—I just thought you might want some time to figure it out on your own. Malorn agreed.”

Malorn nods in confirmation on their other side, “Trust goes both ways, figured we should believe you when you say you’ve got it handled—most of the time.” He adds at the end, “No more running headfirst into deadly situations without help—or at least without telling someone.”

“I don’t have a choice most of the time,” The wizard replies, “turned into a habit I guess.”

It’s more than that.

It’s the detestation of other people hurting for them.

It’s the hatred of being a burden.

It’s the unacceptable truth that they can’t do everything on their own.

They can.

Most of the time they must.

It’s carried them this far.

“Yeah, well—no more of that. You deserve an actual break after saving the spiral three separate times.”

They frown slightly at the count—but then, left unchecked who knows what Malistaire might have done under Shadow’s influence. Maybe three was right.

“Hey, at least now I’m not alone with the title.” Their voice is a little too somber to carry the humor they want the words to. “All four of you are in the bucket with me—Saviors of the Spiral.”

Hopefully—in the case of the death students—it wouldn’t go any further than this.

Read the whole series here <3

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loreensdarling · 11 months

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Oh my, I finally finished writing this. No idea how to format Tumblr but here's a link to my first ever post on AO3!! Honestly don't think it'll get any hits, but eh

Warnings: 3000 something words??, Eye of sion!!!! Sabine and Shin beat the living shit out of each other, get drunk and sleep together (I don't mean sex, I mean in a bed), they're lesbians

Sabine was sitting in her "cell" behind shut doors, leaned against the hard wall behind her. Her eyes were shut, it would seem as if she was sleeping, but she was wide awake. In her hand she held a small and flat silvery flask. It was opened and the smell that came from it was pretty distinct.

It was alcohol. Of course it was. It wasn't exactly like Sabine liked to drown her sorrows, but she always carried a flask of a strong Mandalorian liquor with her, for situations like this. Too often had she gotten herself stuck up in situations like this and there was nothing better to do when she was stuck behind bars temporarily.

The purple haired woman hoped to eventually just fall asleep. She'd check the ship out tomorrow, maybe she would find a training room where she could spar in her free time. Or maybe a canteen. Anything to kill time on this damn hyperspace ring would be great.

She had been sitting here for what felt like hours. At first she'd stared into nothing. Did some reflection, as Skoll had suggested. It only brought her to the conclusion that she really was the worst candidate to be a Jedi. She couldn't even save her Master. Ahsoka was dead because of her.

When she couldn't stand the thought anymore, she'd tried pacing up and down in this tiny room. It didn't last for long. Sabine hated to be in small rooms. It made her feel jittery and nauseous. She didn't want to be in small rooms unless she could distract herself, get busy with something, whether that be a piece of tech to take apart or something for her to paint. Something to fiddle with was also a great option.

When the short-lived pacing started to drive Sabine insane, she growled in frustration, sitting back down and leaning her back against the cold wall behind her. She reached into her bag that she had gotten to keep after Skoll and Morgan had removed anything weapon-like from it and pulled out a small, silvery flask. While she was here and had nothing to do, she could very well just get drunk and eventually fall asleep.

So here she sat, flask in her hand, leaving a few minutes between every swallow of liquor. It was strong, so she took her damn time with it. That was at least until the door suddenly opened with a hiss.

Sabine opened her eyes, eyeing the person who was standing in the door. It was Shin Hati, the dark side apprentice that had stabbed her only weeks before. The woman who seemed to follow her everywhere, the woman she encountered in her dreams.

She furrowed her eyebrows, waiting for Shin to open her mouth and say something as she just stood there in the doorway, glaring at Sabine. "Fight. Now.", she finally said, a slight accent peaking in her rough voice that Sabine couldn't quite pin down or identify. It sent shivers down her spine, and she chuckled.

"No.", the purple haired woman replied with snark, her lips curling into a smirk. She didn't feel like fighting right now. She just wanted to sit and numb her thoughts momentarily. The strong liquor helped, although Sabine wasn't drunk yet by far. She had Mandalorian tolerance. She could drink all night and still stand, and probably still fight just as good.

Shin breathed out noticeably enraged when Sabine replied snarkily, her icy blue eyes staring back into Sabine's soft brown eyes. "Yes.", she demanded through gritted teeth.

The Mandalorian took some time to reply, taking in Shins appearance. Her bleached, white hair, the dark roots. The wrapped padawan braid that laid across her shoulder. The usual Grey tunic that she wore. It was dirty and ragged. And Shin herself looked to be dirty and exhausted, her eye bags dark and prominent even though it was covered by her smudged smoky makeup. It seemed like she had gotten no rest as well.

"You look like you need sleep. Not a fight.", Sabine then remarked, screwing her flask close and tugging it away as she sat up. "Don't think a fight is the best idea for either of us, right now.", she made clear.

Shin was still standing in the door, hands balled to fists as she glared at Sabine. How dare she say something like that? It threw the white haired woman off entirely. Sabine watching her, making observations, and those observations being correct.

Shin wanted a fight, she needed a fight to get her head clear. Ironically she needed to get her head clear from the person sitting in this cell. And what better way to get over her than to beat her up, Shin thought. If Sabines face was all mashed up, she could impossibly think about the Mandalorian and how pretty she was in her armor, with the short hair, her gorgeous brown eyes that Shin could get lost in for hours-

Shin growled, sounding like a feral, wounded animal as she suddenly launched forwards with claws and teeth. She needed this fight and she would get it. Without hesitation she threw a punch at Sabine, who barely managed to dodge.

The purple haired Mandalorian had moved back wide eyed, scrambling off the bench to avoid a well placed punch towards her jaw. "What the fuck!", she hissed, pushing Shin away when she jumped at her again. "Stop that! I told you I'm not up-", again, she dodged a punch.

Shin was like a feral animal, all claws and teeth, rough punches, rough like the lines of her face, the shape of her body. The shape of her body that had become so familiar to Sabine over the weeks they had fought, even if it was hidden by robes before and still, right now.

Shin moved back for a second, only to drop her cloak for free movement, before jumping forwards again, landing a hard punch towards Sabines jaw. "Fight back!", she hissed, as Sabines head snapped back. The Mandalorian hissed in pain, her eyes filling with rage.

Shin grinned successfully when now Sabine launched forwards, kicking towards her ribs, and throwing punches. She'd finally managed to push the other woman's buttons, but if she'd eventually regret it would be another question.

The two women fought in the small room, teeth and claws, biting and kicking, punching each other like they were each other's biggest enemy. And they were, weren't they? They'd fight until the end. Exhaustion, in this case.

Eventually, Sabine managed to overpower Shin, pressing her to the floor. She'd caught her wrists with her own hands, sitting on her lower abdomen to push her down. She intensely stared at the woman lying beneath her, who was glaring up at her, her icy blue eyes boring into Sabines deep brown ones as Sabine glared down at her.

"Stop it.", she hissed out of breath as Shin struggled to get free beneath her. She looked rough. Bruises were now forming on her sharp cheekbones, and probably all across her body, as they were on Sabines body as well. They were both panting, exhausted from the fight, both adorned with bruises and scratch marks, they had thrown everything at each other like feral animals.

In the end, Sabine had probably needed to get something out as well. She felt better now than she had wallowing in self pity. And Shin was visibly more at ease as well, although still tense with her enemy pinning her down. "Get off me.", she commanded sharply.

Sabine raised a teasing eyebrow. "Oh, first you attack me, now you want me off?", she scoffed, leaning closer. "No. I don't trust you.", she said, hovering over Shins face.

She had not missed the blush that was creeping up on Shins cheeks, the longer she glared up at her. Her glance switched between Sabines lips and her eyes, her own lips parting just slightly as her breath hitched.

Unconsciously, Sabine shifted closer, until their lips were only centimeters apart. She could feel Shins breathing on her lips, as she stared up at her, her usually icy blue eyes clouded over with something else. Desire. The thing that was mirrored in her own eyes.

Sabines breath hitched and her eyes widened and suddenly she snapped back, clearing her throat. There was a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks and she quickly turned away, letting go of Shin and getting off her.

Shin sat up quickly, her usually pale cheeks a bright red. She let her hair fall into her face immediately as she scrambled to her feet, her thoughts racing, fast.

Sabine cleared her throat again, unsure of how to react, what to do or say. After a few moments passed and Shin still hadn't run away like Sabine expected, she hesitantly looked up to look at the blonde.

Shin was standing there, staring at Sabine. Her hands were balled to fists, she was tense, but seemed to be like in a trance. Her eyes were switching between looking at Sabine and staring at her lips, as she was absentmindedly biting her own lips.

Sabine felt a blush creep up her neck and cheeks again, as she stared back at Shin for a second, before reaching back into her bag, pulling out the flask again. She twisted it in her hand for a second, unsure, before reaching it towards Shin, offering. "Do you want some?"

Shins eyes widened, as she snapped out of it. Her pale cheeks immediately flushed red and she looked away, letting her hair cover her face. "What-" "It's booze. Mandalorian booze. It's pretty strong, I always take some with me for... Unfortunate situations.", the Mandalorian explained, tilting her head to the side, her purple hair falling into her face.

Before she could react and push her short hair out of her face, Shin reached out and gently pushed the hair aside. She immediately pulled her hand back, blushing furiously, while Sabine just stared back at her, eyes widened.

Now it was Shins turn to clear her throat, as she reached out for the flask, taking it from Sabine and tilting it in her hand. "Why?", she asked. Why was the Mandalorian offering her a drink? Alcohol, on top of that. Baylan wasn't a fan of alcohol.

He preferred if Shin kept her head free from substances, always ready to go. If she was intoxicated, she couldn't fight. Therefore, Shin had rarely tried alcohol before. Her tolerance wasn't the best, either. She looked at the flask, suspiciously. "If you're trying to poison me-", she started, but was stopped by laughter from Sabine.

"It's a peace offering, di'kut, why would I want to poison you? Who would be my company on this ship then?", Sabine chuckled, slightly tilting her head. "Besides, you saw me drinking from the same flask when you came in and I haven't dropped dead yet, have I?", she raised an eyebrow and Shin shook her head.

The blonde had furrowed her eyebrows when Sabine suddenly called her something, presumably, Mandalorian. It didn't sound mean, even though Shin had never heard the word before. Looking down at the flask, eyebrows still furrowed, she opened it and smelled it.

She looked back up with widened eyes. It smelled very strong. "Are you serious?", she asked the purple haired Mandalorian, who had sat back down on the bench and was watching her with an amused look on her face. Sabine nodded. "Mhm. It's good."

The woman on the bench cocked her head to the side slightly. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. I'm not forcing you to get drunk with me.", she clarified. Sabine wouldn't force Shin to anything. It was a peace offer, and if Shin would take it was up to her.

Hesitantly, Shin looked between the shut door and Sabine, before dropping her cloak and sitting on the bench next to her. Without the cloak, she suddenly seemed much smaller, her shoulders slouched for once as she pulled her knees up to her chest, to tuck them under her chin. She stared at the flask for another moment, before unscrewing it and taking a sip.

Sabine raised an eyebrow and waited, her head turned towards the younger woman next to her. A moment later Shin pulled a disgusted face, almost coughing the alcohol back up. "Oh, this is disgusting. Why are you drinking this?", she complained.

Sabine chuckled. "It's strong. And it's familiar... So it helps. It doesn't have to taste good, it just needs to be effective.", she shrugged. She was more or less used to the taste. Also, since she knew this stuff, she knew her tolerance could take much more than this one flask. But could Shin take more, she asked herself when she was handed the flask back.

Sabine took a sip as well, feeling the familiar, strong taste wash down her throat. She sighed. "You know, this is much better than us trying to kill each other. I like this.", she admitted. Maybe she liked Shin, as well. But she wasn't ready to admit that just yet. So she just sat in silence and reached the flask back to Shin, just watching the woman next to her and observing quietly.

Shin was gorgeous. Her sharp cheekbones, the little moles in her face and her bone white hair that fell into her face. Of course Sabine had noticed all this before, she just didn't have time to admire all of it yet. Admire Shin. Not that she wanted to, she told herself.

To distract from the fact that every single time the other woman was around, her heart sped up, beat a little faster.

To distract from how her thoughts raced whenever she noticed herself staring at Shins lips, and how her breath quickened just a little bit.

To distract from the thoughts and dreams she had about Shin ever since the other woman had stabbed her.

Sitting in silence, Sabine watched Shin, who slowly took another sip and frowned. The liquor was really strong and to her, it tasted disgusting. But Shin still wanted it, she too was caged up on this ship and frustrated. Alone with her thoughts. Reaching the flask back to Sabine, she laid her head on top of her knees and arms.

Hunched and balled up like this, she looked much smaller and more vulnerable, especially without her cloak that she usually had around her shoulders. Her head was turned towards Sabine, her usually clear blue eyes already clouded by intoxication as she watched the purple haired Mandalorian closely.

Sabine gazed right back at her as she took another sip. She sighed. The flask was almost empty, only a few more sips left. "Well, there's not much left. Guess we're going to have to face reality soon.", she chuckled dryly, sarcastically.

"Mhm…", Shin responded, seemingly tired, her head still resting on her knees. She blinked. She felt a little dizzy, out of her body. Sure, the Mandalorian liquor was strong, but Shin didn't anticipate it to knock her out so quickly, even with her low tolerance. "Shit.", she mumbled, as she watched Sabine take another sip, just like that. "Is your tolerance in the heavens?", she asked with exasperation.

"I'm Mandalorian, Kurs'kaded, we have a very high tolerance.", Sabine chuckled, leaning closer to Shin teasingly. "Don't tell me two sips of this stuff are taking you out already. Is your tolerance that low?", she raised an eyebrow as she leaned even closer, almost touching noses with Shin.

Shin blushed hard, quickly shaking her head as good as she could, still leaning on her knees. "No!", she responded defensively, but it was clear that she was intoxicated.

"You're drunk.", Sabine stated, clearly amused. She was still nose to nose with a blushing Shin. She found it adorable, if she was being honest with herself. Shin looked cute like this, balled up and blushing at her.

Sabine chuckled, before pulling back slightly." You're drunk.", she stated again. "You're quite cute like this. When you're not trying to murder me, I mean, that's when you look very cute.", she commented without thinking about it.

Shin immediately blushed furiously. "You think I'm cute?", she asked, not entirely sure if Sabine actually meant it. "... You know I could kick your ass at any given second.", she threatened, but her mouth curled into a soft grin. No, she wouldn't kick Sabine's ass. Not when Sabine looked so kissable right now…

Shin sighed. "You're a dumbass. I want to kiss you so badly.", she admitted, still blinking up at the Mandalorian slowly. Drunk thoughts were honest thoughts, and in Shin's case right now, they were secret desires she'd been pushing back ever since she'd stabbed Sabine and Sabine had still swung out at her after that.

Sabine's eyes widened and she nervously combed her fingers through her purple hair, trying to hide the furious blush that was creeping up on her cheeks as well. "Well, what are you waiting for, Kurs'kaded?", she asked, leaning forwards again.

The dark Jedi only hesitated for a second, before lifting her head and softly pressing her lips to the Mandalorians. The kiss was innocent and sweet, the faint taste of alcohol lingering on both of their lips. Shin sighed softly, reaching out and cupping Sabine's cheek, pulling her closer. Sabine let her, leaning into the kiss.

They only broke apart a few moments later, both drawing in a deep breath.

Shin's pupils were big, bigger than usual. Her mind was blown, her lips stood open slightly. She'd wanted to kiss Sabine for so long and now she finally got to experience the Mandalorians lips. And she finally had to admit to herself that the fleeting crush she had on the purple haired woman was more than just a simple crush. Her hand was still on Sabine's cheek, brushing her thumb over her cheekbone softly.

"Kriff. Sabine Wren, I might actually be in love with you.", she announced wide-eyed, coming to a crushing realization. She didn't know why it had taken her alcohol to realize it. It had been so painfully obvious the entire time, but Shin was an oblivious dumbass.

Sabine pulled back slightly, her hand finding Shin's on her cheek. She wound her fingers around the other woman's hand ever so gently, holding it. "You really mean that?", she whispered, firmly looking into the eyes of the woman sitting across the bench, watching her closely. She had the urge to reach out and push Shin's bone-white hair out of her face. Her Shin.

Shin nodded slowly. "I mean it.", she whispered, honestly. Her feelings were so strong, they were beginning to overwhelm her. Shin was tired, drunk and tired, and she just wanted to take a nap right now. But not without Sabine, Sabine, who was her favourite person in the entire world. No, she was her entire world.

"I love you too, Kurs'kaded", Sabine responded softly, finally reaching out to brush the Jedis white hair out of her face, gently. "You look tired…", she then remarked, concerned.

Shin nodded, sleepily. "I think I need a nap…", she responded to Sabine's concern, her heart filling with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Love. Yes, it was love. Love, Love, Love. The word repeated in her head, over and over, as she reached out for Sabine.

Sabine reached out as well, pulling Shin closer as Shin untucked her knees from under her chin, instead tucking herself into Sabine's side, cuddling up to her without a second thought. It felt natural, like a wolf conquering its moon. She was the wolf, Sabine the moon. Her moon.

Sabine smiled softly as the dark side apprentice tucked herself into her side. She gently brushed her fingers through her soft, bone white hair, humming softly.

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