#xaden riorson x fem!OC

[unholly-reader]

New story alert!!!

Since some of you have expressed their love for our Xaddy above other candidates, by elimination - Xaden Riorson will be the next leading man in my new story.

I need to sketch the idea furthermore, because I still have some details to work out and well - I need to write the story itself lol - but, here to tempt you a little bit I present a tiny piece.

A memory from Xaden's past, but also an introduction to the female OC of this story - Drina.

More will be revealed later on, but for now - enjoy!

Xoxo

(Un) Holly

p.s. I have a little imagine written for the idea I had with Brennan and Liam, so fear not - those will come out some time as well <3

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- You should have told me, Xaden. I deserved to know.

- You would have tried to change my mind, or worse, come with me.

- That's kind of the point, isn't? We protect each other, Xaden. Just because you are your father's son doesn't make a difference.

- Could you maybe not press so hard on my shoulderblade? I'm beginning to feel it even more than when Sorrengail's dagger was scraping my back.

Drina quickly withdrew her hands,gasping quietly as she felt Xaden's muscles tense under her touch. His back was mostly covered with semi-dried out blood, here and there dripping from the still open tiny cuts scattered on his skin. Every second she had to stare at the disastrous state of Xaden's back was like a knife to her own heart. To think that he willingly endured it for the greater good of all the rebellion kids was excruciatingly painful even if she was not the one who had to go through this terror.

- I'm sorry - whispered Drina, getting back to gently dabbing the wet cloth in her hand around the cuts to clean it up - But I stand by what I said. You are not alone in this. We promised. By daylight or the shadows of the night…

- One with the other, side by side - finished Xaden, quietly repeating the words of a children's vow he and Drina made when they both turned thirteen - I know, but you have to understand. I had to do it on my own. It is my burden to carry.

- Not for the price of your life, Xay - opposed Drina, still patiently collecting dried up blood from his skin - What on earth could be worth promising your life? You don't know when some kid you never met decides to break rules. It's like throwing your life away on a whim. I can't imagine anything worthy of a sacrifice like this.

- You are worth more than everything to me. More than my life. More than anything before you and anything that will come after.

His voice was barely above whisper, but Drina heard him well enough. Xaden never talked about his feelings. He got grumpy and moody whenever somebody brought the subject up, yet there he was. Sitting on her bed, his back facing her front, his heart wrapped in a pretty bow, ready to be received by his childhood love. Drina felt her own heart stop as she withdrew her hands, clutching the cloth in her palm so tightly her knuckles went almost white. Her dark blue eyes slowly filled up with unwanted tears, but she wasn't sure whether they were tears of joy or sheer terror.

- What did you just say?

Slowly, careful not to rip any of the healed cuts covering his back, Xaden stood up and turned around so that he was standing face to face with her. Her body was trembling so badly as if she had just survided a deadly blizzard, but she was far from cold. Her cheeks were warm and smooth when Xaden's rough hands cupped her face so gently, like he was certain she would crumble under his touch if he held her too hard. The defined muscles of his chest were glistening with a glimmer of sweat, every single pectoral clearly visible as his breath quickened the way it would after running a marathon or trying to outrun a dragon. She didn't even blink when he closed the space between them, setting his forehead against her own, breathing in her sweet scent like a starved man.

- You know I have never said it to anyone - said Xaden calmly, but there was a hint of uncertainty laced in his voice - And I'm not sure I ever could, but let me put it that way. You complete me, Drina. You're the smile to my grimace. You're the sun to my clouds. You're the air that I'm breathing. You're the meaning in everything I question and the answer to every charade. Fuck, I don't even know what I'm saying right now. You numb me. You make me feel things I don't want to feel and yet here I am. Mindless fool standing before you with my heart in my hands, begging you to take it. It already belongs to you anyway.

[philokaliist]

Feelings that come back,and feelings that never left.

Xaden Riorson x OC (Irellya Aetos)

A small peek at my new fanfic + quotes.And yes,I’m alive,apparently,lol.

“…What happens when the girl who is described as the embodiment of winter - cold,icy,detached,deadly…yet so incredibly beautiful,falls in love?The only right answer:chaos.”

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“…But that girl…could it be?Indeed it was.The tiny clumsy girl he had saved from drowning all those years ago.Now standing in front of him,shooting him the darkest glare he had ever received from a woman.Well…some people never change,so it seems.”

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“Emptiness in her eyes.But a storm in her soul.”

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Irellya Aetos. Sister of Dain Aetos. Adopted (p.s:She LOATHES Colonel Aetos,so yeah,get ready for that).Born on the 21st of December,on the Winter Solstice.

Irellya,having wished to be a healer,and having spent most of her years studying herbs and magic,alongside other topics she simply found fascinating,is forced by her father to enroll into the rider’s quadrant.Just as Violet,her best friend,had been,by her mother,which,honestly,Irellya wasn’t particularly fond of either.

Although she is…odd…and does not look as one would perceive ‘normal’,that doesn’t mean she will be stepped on.

Because those who mess with her,or anyone she loves,end up in two ways:Dead…or damaged beyond repair.

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