seven long years i served for thee
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Once again, I am kneeling before you as you sit on the edge of your bed. You spread your armored hands on the altars of your thighs; palms up, making an offering I'll gladly take. The temptation to be fast, to be merciless and sudden, is great. I am at the edge of the abyss and our body is the flame at its center. But discipline can be learned. Your armor falls away. I kiss the tips of your fingers and down their lengths to the center of your palms. I will fill every empty space we have.
You sigh, and I feel a score of ragged wounds begin to close. That such a small kindness can do so much for us is infuriating. But there is much and more to this moment. The backs of your hands are scarred, messy lines cutting across them in every direction. I kiss along their faded history, feeling the twitch of tendon and muscle. You hate this. Your eyes have opened and they burn me. I've fought worse and won.
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- Part 1 of seven long years i served for thee
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In which a quiet moment is spoiled, and the tension in Kholusia before sieging Mount Gulg is made worse.
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- Part 2 of seven long years i served for thee
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In which G'raha is presumptuous, her warrior takes issue, and a duel loses its focus.
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- Part 3 of seven long years i served for thee
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Would you believe me, G'raha asked, and by the Twelve, Ramiel is trying. It's the only thing keeping her upright, the iron rod in her back that stops her from melting on the staircase. Panic is rising in her throat, thin, paralyzing tendrils that stop her usual affirmations. The twins taught her how to get through these spells, how to conquer them with time and patience. A quiet mantra and closed eyes conquer the smaller bouts of anxiety, but now.
Well.
Now, Ramiel gets back on her feet, reaching for the stubbornness in her spirit that's killed tyrants and gods. She can scream and sob and fall apart later, when the thick door to her room at the Rising Stones is locked. Ramiel shakes her head and climbs upwards, sure in step and wavering underneath the Warrior of Light's firm mask. One last task, she thinks, and then you can sleep for a week.
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- Part 4 of seven long years i served for thee