Hi guys! This is a scene that happens earlier than my WIP starts, and I wrote it for characterization of Noma's mother, Rhea.
I pull my lips from his as the bell begins to clang out the alert. He grins at me, takes my pale hand in his, and pulls me upright. “Time to go,” he laughs, seemingly delighted that the bell has begun to strike out the chorus to its discordant tune of fear and anger.
I pick up my bow again and sling the quiver back over my shoulder. “If you hadn’t distracted me we would have finished the job,” I say in mock accusation.
He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it. “Far be it from me to cause the master assassin to fail. Here.” He hands me a small vial. “It’s Lanic oil. Poisonous.”
“Poison is cheating,” I say quietly. “But I guess I’ll use it. He ends up dead either way.”
“Now you’re thinking.” He tries to put his arm around me, and usually I would let him, but I cannot afford to be distracted.
I dip the tip of a single arrow into the vial, then hand the vial back. I put the arrow on the string of my bow, then bring my arm up, leveling the bow. I fix my eyes on the leader of the opposing Guild. He wouldn’t escape this time. I draw the arrow back, allow my forefinger to brush my cheek, and let the arrow fly.
My eyes track it as it soars through the air. It hits my target squarely in the center of the back; the poison had been unnecessary. I stand with my eyes on him as he falls to the earth. He only manages to cry out once, which I respect. This one was strong; he had caused a lot of pain to the Shadow. He faced death like any of the members of the Shadow would be prepared to.
Fai takes my hand and tries to pull me away from the scene. I pull my hand away. He will not take me from my revenge. “Rhea, let’s go! The Greys are coming and I don’t want Bri to see me here.”
“Then go, Fai. Run away. Go home and hope Bri didn’t wake while you were with me.”
“I can’t leave you,” he says. Pitiful. Weak. I shake my head. He sighs and walks away.
“Fai!” I call softly. He comes back. “Have a good day.” I smile and kiss him, then release him to go back to Bri. Eventually I would kill her. When her children were grown and gone and there would be no one to retaliate. I don’t want to kill any more than necessary. I allow a couple of people to see me standing silhouetted against the full moon, and then I turn and walk away.
I pull my lips from his as the bell begins to clang out the alert. He grins at me, takes my pale hand in his, and pulls me upright. “Time to go,” he laughs, seemingly delighted that the bell has begun to strike out the chorus to its discordant tune of fear and anger.
I pick up my bow again and sling the quiver back over my shoulder. “If you hadn’t distracted me we would have finished the job,” I say in mock accusation.
He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it. “Far be it from me to cause the master assassin to fail. Here.” He hands me a small vial. “It’s Lanic oil. Poisonous.”
“Poison is cheating,” I say quietly. “But I guess I’ll use it. He ends up dead either way.”
“Now you’re thinking.” He tries to put his arm around me, and usually I would let him, but I cannot afford to be distracted.
I dip the tip of a single arrow into the vial, then hand the vial back. I put the arrow on the string of my bow, then bring my arm up, leveling the bow. I fix my eyes on the leader of the opposing Guild. He wouldn’t escape this time. I draw the arrow back, allow my forefinger to brush my cheek, and let the arrow fly.
My eyes track it as it soars through the air. It hits my target squarely in the center of the back; the poison had been unnecessary. I stand with my eyes on him as he falls to the earth. He only manages to cry out once, which I respect. This one was strong; he had caused a lot of pain to the Shadow. He faced death like any of the members of the Shadow would be prepared to.
Fai takes my hand and tries to pull me away from the scene. I pull my hand away. He will not take me from my revenge. “Rhea, let’s go! The Greys are coming and I don’t want Bri to see me here.”
“Then go, Fai. Run away. Go home and hope Bri didn’t wake while you were with me.”
“I can’t leave you,” he says. Pitiful. Weak. I shake my head. He sighs and walks away.
“Fai!” I call softly. He comes back. “Have a good day.” I smile and kiss him, then release him to go back to Bri. Eventually I would kill her. When her children were grown and gone and there would be no one to retaliate. I don’t want to kill any more than necessary. I allow a couple of people to see me standing silhouetted against the full moon, and then I turn and walk away.
