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jonogueirawrites · 6 months

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Do you think that during canon timeline in inquisition Alistair and the warden (romanced or not) write to each other? If so what do they write about?

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I am so so sorry if this is not what you were hoping for(I know it isn't exactly what you asked), but I hope you like it!

Again I highly recommend listening to the song while reading. And a reminder that English is not my native English.

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He half-listened and half-daydreamed.

It had been like that for the last months, but the previous days had been the worst.

He tried to focus on the person in front of him, but she was the constant in his mind.

What wouldn’t he give up to be able to go with her? His crown? His servants? His people? Anything and all. She only had to ask.

A clearing of throat at his side, and he wiped the longing smile off his face. He missed her. Maker! How he missed her.

Her face floated in the air, and the scowl on her brows made him sit straighter and focus again…

At least until the ghost of her touch on his nape made his mind wander… once more.

It had been hours, and the boredom was reaching its limits. He took another deep breath, and the people around gave him a disapproving look. One he was used to by now. It seemed nothing he ever did or said or thought was right.

Maker…

It all changed when the courier arrived. He stood so suddenly that the guards took their swords out. Cleaning his throat, he asked for the man to get closer.

Her handwriting stood out from among the envelopes, and he reached for it with his heart in his hands. Without a moment to lose, he excused himself and went to his quarters. A private moment with his faraway queen.

In the letter, she told him of her adventures. The people she met and the good the Inquisition did. She told him of dragons and spiders and endless deserts and how much she would trade it all to spend a second by his side. How much it all wasn’t worth without him by her side.

He cried, clinging to her words. His body was as heavy as his tears, and he felt his body falling onto the bed. A fall that took years.

When he finally woke up, the crinkled paper remained in his hand. The sun was high in the sky, and he walked to the calendar on the wall. One less day before they met again… one more day without her there.

Walking to the study, he sought parchment and a feather. He wrote to her the newest gossip and how much he missed her. How miserable he was without her there.

He begged in his words. He pleaded with her to never forget about him. To come back to their planned future. To not leave him behind.

He wrote and begged. Professed his love and noticed the teardrops decorating the yellowed page. His eyes lifted to the heavens, and a prayer let his mouth.

The courier came and carried his letter away. Away to a place he couldn’t follow. Another day started. Another lonely and long day ahead of him.

So, he did his best under the circumstances… he half-listened and half-daydreamed.

Another couple of months dragged by. The courier came back. Something was different in his demeanor, though. A small smile played on his lips.

The letter in his hands was heavy on his way to his room. Closing the door behind him with his heel, he found himself alone. Alone. In their room.

With care and hope, he opened it, and a small object fell onto his lap. He turned the stone in his palm and rested it on the desk ahead of him.

With a deep breath, he reached for the parchment in the envelope. A simple sentence he didn’t understand.

Scratching his head, he read it aloud. The stone began to shine, and soon, a voice filled the room. Not any voice, though. Her voice.

In his hurry to grab the damned thing, he dropped it and cursed loudly, afraid he had broken it. When a giggle reached his ear, his heart calmed, and the longing subsided for a moment.

“Did you drop it, Love?”

“Of course not!” He held the small thing in his hand and threw himself in bed. A sheepish smile on his lips. And before she could say anything else , he interrupted her with a whispered, “I miss you.”

There was a moment of pause. A brief moment that made him worry to no end. A moment before he heard her first sob.

“I’m here.” His voice soft. “I’m here.”

For the next hour, they talked about everything, but mostly how much they missed each other. She explained to him that a mage named Dorian had given her the necessary enchantment to create the crystal so they could communicate. He asked her to thank him in his name, and she promised she would.

She told him she had to go. That the march into the fortress was near, and she needed to prepare.

The pause was a long one, and there was so much he wanted to tell her, but he opted for the simplest and one that he hoped would convey all he needed. “I love you.”

She chuckled on her end. “I love you too. When we finish kicking their asses, I’ll contact you again, so don’t lose the Crystal.”

He laughed. “I would never do that.”

And he never did.

Because that was the last time he heard her voice.

That was the last time he confessed his love.

It was the last time she told him she loved him.

When the official news of her disappearance reached the Ferelden Capital, he made her a monument. He turned the crystal into a necklace for everyone to see. To witness there would be no one else in his life.

When the first talks of a new queen emerged, he shut them down as quickly as they came.

There was no one he would love more. No, there was no one he would love but her.

And every night, he clung to the letters she had sent him. He wrapped his fingers around the Crystal and cried. He cried like a child. Like a man. A man who lost his heart and soul. A man who lost himself. He cried to sleep and after waking up.

He cried until he heard his name whispered in the dead cold night. He cried until he saw the Crystal’s light under his clothes. He cried when he heard her voice again. He cried when she promised she was coming back home.

He cried.

Because she had found her way home.

She had found her way to him again.

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jonogueirawrites · 6 months

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Lavellan Inquisitor telling recently Romanced Cullen "Ar lath ma, vhenan" ("I love you, my heart") right before she leaves for a mission, but Cullen, not knowing Elven and it being too late to ask her cuz she already left, has to ask Solas to find out what it means

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I hope you like it, Anon! And sorry in advance if you don't!!!

I highly recommend listening to the song while reading. A reminder that English is not my native English.

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There’s heaviness in the air. Like a thick mist preventing the eyes from focusing on anything. Head in the water, stopping the ears from hearing any and all sounds. Just a muffled echo far away into the mountains.

There are snowflakes floating in the air. Falling on the ground and decorating the castle’s surroundings with a white blanket, foggy breath, and peacefulness.

The is a headache splitting his mind in two, and the temptation of the blue banging at the door. Calling a name, his name, with a tantalizing whisper. Making it hard to concentrate on anything but the heady sensation of blissfulness. Until,… well, until she stirs in his arms and places her small, warm hand on his chest. Filling his soul with hope and the flimsy certainty of better days. Her smile lights her eyes, and he can’t keep himself from doing the same.

The headache is gone for the moment. A reprieve he welcomes with open arms.

Open heart.

Without thinking, and finally with the recent freedom to do what he has wanted for so long, his hand lifts on its own accord and caresses her cheek. His thumb traces her lips, and he kisses them with a tenderness he never knew he possessed.

Since the first time he had seen her, he knew she was different. And day after day, she proves him right.

On the battlefield, in the war room, in his office, in his bed, his life, his heart.

He looks at her, and his heart swells again with pride and… and…

And love.

Because he loves her.

And at the same time, as he wants to give her his heart and soul, he is afraid of pushing her away, so he prays she stays for one more night and returns from one more mission. Wants him for one more time.

One last time.

He watches her get ready to leave him behind again. His brain reasons with him while his heart pleads. He is torn once again. He will always be torn.

She sits on the bed beside him and rests her hand on his face. Her parted lips smile at him, and he knows it won’t be the last time he will see them. At least, he hopes… it is all he can do while she is out there, putting her life at risk, and he sits in his office with his heart almost dying in worry.

He moves to say something, but a knock on the door gets their attention.

There is sadness in her eyes for a second before she hides it behind another smile. She bends to kiss him, and for a brief moment, he pours his heart into it, trying to convey how much he loves her because he does love her.

Maker! He does love that woman like he had never loved anyone before. He knew he would never love anyone like that again.

She places her forehead against his and whispers something he can’t understand, but it’s too late to ask what she means as she parts.

And so, again, for whatever time he has already given up counting, he watches her march out of his room, taking his soul with her.

He tries, prays, and pleads, but the thought of losing her creeps into his being, and he already hears the blue humming in the back of his mind.

He promises himself that nothing will stop him from confessing to her the next time he has her in his arms.

His back hits the cold mattress, and he closes his eyes, wishing he could go with her. To protect, to be there for whatever she needs.

One last deep breath, and he is up. If he can’t go with her, he can at least make sure she takes people who will do what he desperately wants to.

Dressed and with missives in hand, he heads to the war room. Keeping his mind busy is the best answer not to come up with the worst scenarios.

Walking past the rotunda, he sees Solas painting one more mural and singing to himself. The elven words falling from his lips remind Cullen of her words, and so he asks the other man for a quick translation he doesn’t really quite understand at that moment and continues on his way, leaving the wise man behind. What Cullen doesn’t see, though, is the soft smile on Solas's face before he resumes his work.

It isn’t until late at night that he realizes the words' true words, and he laughs and rejoices and is filled with tremendous hope and a certainty that everything will be alright.

His dreams are filled with them. Her words. A future together. A forever for them. For whatever long it lasts.

Her words are what keeps him afloat. Watching and waiting for her return… until…

Until the day comes, but she is nowhere to be found.

The party marches through the gates, and they scatter around before he can ask what the hell happened that she isn’t with them. His heart sinks into the depths of the earth. He feels his heart breaking and his soul shattering. The prickle in his eyes makes everything blurry and difficult to see. His first step is difficult, but he needs to reach her wherever she might be…

And he finally sees her.

His lungs fill with cold air, and he curses under his breath, not at her but at him. She is back; of course, she is.

Her face lights up when their eyes meet, and she walks to him.

He meets her halfway, and he does as he had promised himself. He ignores the curious eyes their way and kisses her. His arms press around her small figure and pull her close. He kisses her and then kisses her again. She is in his arms, and that is all that matters.

“Ar lath ma, Vhenan.” He hears himself whispering into her lips and watches as her eyes widen in surprise.

“Ar lath ma, Vhenan.” She kisses him again, and he feels complete.

Now there isn’t a blue whispering in the back of his mind. There are only her words floating in the air every time he closes his eyes.

Ar lath ma, vhenan.

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jonogueirawrites · 8 months

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The in-between.

Chapter 11 of 22.

Chapter 1.

Not even in a million years.

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Soaked to the bones and cold as an iceberg. Xavier shivered from head to toe when they finally landed… somewhere. The flight hadn't taken long, and he couldn't say it was a terrible experience, but it wasn't amazing either.

Inspecting the house in front of him, he grabbed his hair and tried to dry it as much as he could. A shadow on the second floor caught his attention, and he let his mind wonder if it was Evangeline.

His reveries were cut short when his eyes landed on the angel by his side. The mocking smirk on his lips made Xavier roll his eyes. "What?"

"It's just… wow!"

"Wow?" He wrung out the T-shirt and watched the water soak into the grass.

"You really like her, don't you?" Nathanael crossed his arms over his chest. The smirk still plastered on his face.

Xavier sighed. The memory of her kisses brought warmth with them. "I do."

"Cool! Now let's get inside before you catch a cold."

They walked side by side. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, Xavier could see the twins playing. The door opened, and Megaera stared at him. There was no malice nor bad intentions in her eyes. Only curiosity looked back at him.

"Xavier Thorpe." She gave him a once over. Her lips curled up, and she walked to the side so he could enter. "Welcome to our home."

He expected to see pictures of old battles between angels and demons. Many of those expensive sculptures around the place. Maybe some black and gold on the walls, but no. There was a minimalist kind of decoration. On the walls many pictures of the family together. Proud photos of the children displaying medals and diplomas hanging on the walls. Family. It was obviously the most important thing in that household.

He had barely gotten inside when Raphael came down the stairs. The older angel's eyes bore into Xavier's. There was a quick pressure around him and then nothing. A warning, perhaps?

"Do you think I would have brought him here before checking his aura?" Nathanael walked past him. Before he could sit on the couch, his mother gave him a quick glance, and he gave up on the idea.

"The real question is, why would you bring him here in the first place?"

"Because Evangeline is super down and thinking about dropping university."

"Why would she do that?" Her mother sat on the chaise. A deep frown on her face.

"Because she thinks he hates her."

Xavier's mouth hung open. Three pairs of eyes turned his way. His mind still trying to comprehend what Nathanael had said. But once the pieces fell into place, he squared his shoulder and tried his best to match their gazes. "I don't hate her. Nor do I want her to quit university." He made sure to pause and look at each one of them again. "Quite the contrary, actually."

He watched as her father took another step down. A predator analyzing his prey. "Hate or quit?"

There was something in his demeanor that Xavier couldn't understand. Knowing very well he would never grasp what was happening, he decided to answer truthfully. "Both."

There was electricity in the air like lightning striking a nearby tree. His teeth hurt for a moment, and the white behind his eyes hurt his brain. Whatever had happened disappeared as soon as he looked at Raphael again. The smirk on his face even more teasing than Nathanael's.

A whisper in his left ear made him break eye contact.

"Family," the sweet voice of Megaera started, and hands rested on his shoulders, "is everything." The warm breath caressing his neck sent a cold shiver down his spine. The voice moved to his right ear. "Are you ready," she turned him to look at her, and he got lost in the depths of her black eyes, "to be family, little thing?"

"Yes."

"So quick to say yes." The smile playing on her face faded away. "Family is not blood, Xavier. It's not marriage, dating, or sex." She straightened her back, and somehow, he felt like a child. "It's a bond impossible to explain. It's the blood on the blade. The poison on a cup's rim. A curse under the moonlight." Her touch on his skin fleeting. "The pain of a broken bone."

"The sun warming up our skin. A flower blooming. The laughter of an innocent child. A dog's tail wagging in happiness." Raphael's voice coming from everywhere. "The nervousness of a first kiss."

"Love, Xavier," Nathanael spoke from behind his mother. "It's love in its purest form. It's sacrifice. It's giving. It's understanding and forgiveness." He rounded them and stopped by his side. "It's love, Xavier."

The smile on Megaera's lips returned. "Love is near and far, and everything in between."

"Love's blood and flesh. Heart and mind." Xavier got surprised when he heard the words falling from his lips. "It's total destruction and absolute creation."

Raphael's voice came from the final steps. "Love is."

Xavier sighed. It was more than a simple yes or no question. Are you ready to be family? It flashed in his mind. It was written on their faces. "I don't know."

Megaera's smile grew. It doubled and reached her eyes. "And that, little thing, is the correct answer."

Xavier was mentally exhausted. Why did everything about Evangeline have to be so challenging?

He closed his eyes in an attempt to clear his mind, but his paintings crossed his memory. His chest was heavy. There was urgency in his being. The words wanted to escape his mouth, but Raphael didn't allow them.

"I hope you come to understand what we are asking here someday." He sat on the couch, his wife sitting beside him. "You don't need to marry my daughter, Xavier. You don't even have to be anything but friends. Shit, you don't even have to speak to one another." He took a deep breath and kissed Megaera's forehead. "Think about it. I'm sure we'll be talking about this some other day."

Xavier nodded. The words stolen from his lips, free to be spoken. "I have dreams."

"Good." Nathanael mocked from the piano's duet bench. His fingers playing a melancholic song.

When Xavier looked at the angel, he must have had something in his eyes because the other man dropped his attitude, and his whole focus was directed at Xavier's words. The mood in the air changed. They all felt it.

"I've had strange recurring dreams since the beginning of last semester. I'm also an artist, and some of my paintings are about Good against Evil. Things fighting to take over Evangeline. None of them were deliberated done by me." The silence stretched in the room.

"Do you think it has to do with what Evangeline is?" Someone asked but Xavier wasn’t really paying attention.

"Yes. I'm sure of that. In one of the paintings…." He carded his hair. "Two entities fought over Evangeline. I'm not talking figuratively. They were fighting above Evangeline, and she was on the ground. She called to me, but something kept me from reaching her. When I looked at the painting again, she lay dead."

Raphael's jaw clenched, and Megaera's eyes narrowed at him. Nathanael opened his mouth to say something, but Xavier didn't allow it.

"I think it had to do with her balance. As long as it's even, she will be fine." The tension in the air dissipated. "As I said, I think."

"We'll keep an eye on it." Raphael nodded his way.

"There's… there's something else." He swept his face. "It's the Tall Man."

"Tall man?" Megaera asked.

"I don't know what it means. I don't even know if it is a man. But he is there, always there. In the corners, in plain sight, in the shadows. His mouth… there are too many white teeth. The smile is way too big for his face. I don't know what he wants or what anything relates to him."

There was a pause. Everyone thinking about the possibilities until Xavier sighed.

"There was a raven in a dream." He took a deep breath. "The Tall Man wanted to kill me for some reason, but a raven protected me. I think the raven is Evangeline and that she and the Tall Man are enemies."

"What does he look like?" It was Nathanael's turn to ask.

"I don't know. All I see are his eyes and smile. Sorry, I can't give you more details. I-"

Raphael stood. His eyes full of questions, but there was also softness in them. "You did more than you can imagine, Xavier." After a moment, a smile crossed his face. "Think about what we talked before."

Xavier nodded.

"Okay. Let's get you some nice clothes." Nathanael made to leave the room.

"For what?"

"Out? The club? Evangeline?" He wiggled his brows in a not-so-subtle manner.

"After everything, I just told you-"

"And what good will it do us to mull over things that are out of our control?" He placed his hands on his hips. "Look. You told us. We are going to prepare for whatever your dreams are trying to warn us about. But tonight? You need this. Evangeline needs this! So we are going to get you some nice clothes before we head out because there is no way I'll be seen with you in that." He waved his finger at Xavier. "No, no."

"Are you sure this is a good idea? And where are you taking me?"

"Trust me," he winked, "we are going to the threes."

Megaera laughed in an almost hysterical way. She looked at Xavier, and her eyes shone. "You better get changed, little thing."

"What is so special about this place? And what kind of name is the threes?"

"Three mouths, three eyes, and three horns," Raphael answered. "The house of the freaks."

Xavier looked at them. Confusion all over his face.

Nathanael chuckled. "Nevermore is for the good guys. The threes? Not so much." He winked at him again. "Oh! When we are there, make sure to keep close, and don't drink anything blue or red. Also, nothing yellow." He turned to walk out of the room but stopped. "For the love of all that's holy, do not eat the fruits." Megaera and Raphael chuckled. "You know what? Do not drink or eat anything that we do not approve of."

It took several minutes for Nathanael to find something that fit Xavier. They returned to the living room, where the twins played with their mother, and Raphael played a soft melody on the piano. Nathanael looked at his watch and cursed.

"I don't like to get there after midnight."

Xavier turned his way. "Why?"

"The hour of the wicked, little thing."

"The threes is a neutral ground, Xavier. Anything and everything go there to unwind."

"And we are going there?"

"They know us. So you don't need to worry."

Raphael played the last notes and turned to them. "Actually, they know us." He motioned for his wife and himself.

"Whatever." Nathanael scoffed.

Xavier watched as both angels had a quiet argument. Too fidget, he stood by the window and closed his eyes. His mind busy with all the information thrown his way. He turned to ask them if there was anything he could do to help Evangeline when her voice caught everyone's attention. He had to look up at the top of the stairs and mentally remind himself to breathe.

"What's he doing here?"

She was beautiful, no, breathtaking. Her white dress hugged her curves, letting her legs exposed. Her arms were covered in long sleeves and the cleavage accentuated by a necklace. Her black hair was loose on her back. A strand over her shoulder contrasting with the red on her lips. When she walked downstairs, the click of her red high heels setting the rhythm to his heart.

Xavier couldn't take his eyes off her.

"What is he doing here?" Evangeline glanced at him over her shoulders.

"He is coming with us," Nathanael spoke from the open door. "C'mon, we don't have all night."

Evangeline turned to give Xavier a good look. She didn't utter a word his way.

His smile open and honest. "Hello, Evan-"

"You are my brother's problem." She turned and left the house.

Xavier followed them and stopped by Nathanael's side, trying not to antagonize Evangeline.

"Did you at least remember to take it?" She was finishing talking to her brother when he arrived.

"Fuck. I forgot."

"Why am I not surprised?" She went inside again, and when she returned, she addressed Xavier. Her voice crispy, but there was softness in her eyes when they shared a glance. "Protection." She showed him a necklace with an arrow pendant. Her hands caressed his shoulders and chest after she clasped it around his neck. They looked at each other for a second, and there were so many emotions in both of their gazes, but nothing was shared.

"Let me go get the car." Nathanael looked at them, not trying to hide his grin.

Xavier spent the next minutes by Evangeline's side. The silence between them weirdly comfortable. When the car arrived, she turned to him. "I hope you're ready to have your mind blown." She tilted her head at him with a teasing smile on her red lips. "Time to go."

He watched her get in the car, and the only thing he could think about was how pleased he was to know she was safe, happy, and herself. An in-between.

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Evangeline made sure to sit in the backseat. She wanted to look at Xavier without him knowing. She wanted to make sure that nothing could happen between them because of what she was. Nothing could happen because she was afraid of hurting him.

When Xavier looked back and flashed her one of his disarming smiles, Evangeline knew that not even in a million years would she be able to resist him.

“Fuck,” she said in a whisper so no one could hear.

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jonogueirawrites · 9 months

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Looking for a Beta.

Hello! Hope everyone is doing great.

I'm looking for a Beta for one specific chapter. I want to know if it's clear to understand. I can give all details before reading (a summary of the idea). There is fighting, violence, murder, blood, and gore in it.

No fandom knowledge is necessary. But if anyone is interested, it's part of my The In-between fic. Wednesday (Netflix), the pairing is Xavier/OFC.

Here's a tiny bit of it (thanks):

One last time he looked over his shoulder. The house small against the horizon and the man beside him giving him a frustrated look.

“No.”

“He is as good as you. We should tell him-”

“I said no. My word is final. If he ever hears about it, I will personally deal with the responsible. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“He is too important to be risking his life in this mission. They are too important.”

Someone scoffed, and he glared at them.

“And what are we? Disposable trash?”

“You are volunteers. You know what’s at stake here. Since the first meeting, you knew what this was about and what we are about to do. If you regret coming, you can always come back. I won’t hold it against any of you. But if you are set on this path, no more complaints.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And besides, we all have something to lose or have lost. This ends now.”

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It took them six days to get a clue to the enemy's whereabouts. Four more days to get to the old mansion in front of them. It stood in the middle of a swamp. Flies buzzed around, and maggots crawled the ground littered with bones. He shut down the questions coming from his side.

“Bones? What kin-”

“It doesn’t matter. We are here to end it.”

As silent as a cat on the hunt, they closed the distance to the house. By the door, they heard a pained scream coming from somewhere downstairs.

His eyes closed by themselves, and the picture flashing behind them filled his heart with determination. He is not laying a finger on her. He nodded, and the group started their incursion.

The door opened with a loud creak, but he didn’t mind it; the woman’s scream muffled it. One by one, they got inside. Their chosen weapons at ready.

Tension was visible in the way they carried themselves. His nails digging into his skin, bringing blood to the surface. A reminder of what he could lose if he failed.

Her small smile crossed his eyes, and he mimicked it. She was so precious, so small. A little thing capable of so much joy. Pain.

Right ahead, a young man sat on the fetid couch. They didn’t need to get close to it to know it was nothing more than a corpse. On the ceiling, intestines served as decoration. On the windows, bloodied fingerprints, and the floor, things they did not want to think about, much less name.

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jonogueirawrites · 9 months

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Machine

He sat on the machine.

The whirring of the beast echoing in his ears.

He sat on that machine.

The cold of the metal on his skin.

He sat on that damned machine.

The protector was shoved into his mouth, and he bit down hard, knowing full well what was to come.

He sat on that fucking damned machine.

His muscles contracted against his will, and his screams drowned out the thoughts around him.

He sat on that fucking damned machine and cried.

He cried because he was about to lose the last memory that kept him from becoming exactly what he feared the most.

He sat on that fucking damned machine and cried and trashed and died.

He died because the only thing keeping him from becoming the soldat they wanted was the memory of you.

He sat on that fucking damned machine and cried and trashed and died and finally became the Winder Soldier once and for all.

“Cолдат?”

“Готов выполнить.”

Your eyes smiling at him on that small street washed away from his memories just like the blood from your throat under the hot shower.

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jonogueirawrites · 9 months

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Machine

He sat on the machine.

The whirring of the beast echoing in his ears.

He sat on that machine.

The cold of the metal on his skin.

He sat on that damned machine.

The protector was shoved into his mouth, and he bit down hard, knowing full well what was to come.

He sat on that fucking damned machine.

His muscles contracted against his will, and his screams drowned out the thoughts around him.

He sat on that fucking damned machine and cried.

He cried because he was about to lose the last memory that kept him from becoming exactly what he feared the most.

He sat on that fucking damned machine and cried and trashed and died.

He died because the only thing keeping him from becoming the soldat they wanted was the memory of you.

He sat on that fucking damned machine and cried and trashed and died and finally became the Winder Soldier once and for all.

“Cолдат?”

“Готов выполнить.”

Your eyes smiling at him on that small street washed away from his memories just like the blood from your throat under the hot shower.

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jonogueirawrites · 9 months

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Saudades.

It is her eyes.

His first thought when the snow finally decided to cover the ground in white.

The kindness in her eyes.

He didn’t move when the first shiver ran through his body.

Or maybe her smile?

People walked past him, but his eyes remained on her.

The one that lights everyone’s spirit, but there is one she reserves only for him.

It was the silence that started to get to him.

Her laughter is the most delicious sound he had ever heard.

In the emptiness of the vast valley surrounding him even though she was right in front of him.

Her touch could make him forget his inner demons and shoo his nightmares away… his insecurities.

Her eyes closed in peaceful slumber.

Her lips on his. Her voice promising forever and more.

The prick of the thorn through his gloved fingers reminding him that it was all real. Too real to be true.

Forever

A lonely tear wet his cold cheeks.

And more.

One last deep breath, and he promised himself that it was the first and last time he would stand there looking at her.

No. It is her voice telling him how much she loves, cherishes, and wants him and only him.

His name carried in the wind, laced in her warm tone.

In the end, it was none of that that broke him. That made him kneel and cry and lashed out and hurt.

It was the emptiness of the life ahead of him… it was the reality that he would never hold her in his arms again. It was her lifeless body under his touch inside that damned open casket.

“Wait for me…”

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jonogueirawrites · 9 months

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Machine

He sat on the machine.

The whirring of the beast echoing in his ears.

He sat on that machine.

The cold of the metal on his skin.

He sat on that damned machine.

The protector was shoved into his mouth, and he bit down hard, knowing full well what was to come.

He sat on that fucking damned machine.

His muscles contracted against his will, and his screams drowned out the thoughts around him.

He sat on that fucking damned machine and cried.

He cried because he was about to lose the last memory that kept him from becoming exactly what he feared the most.

He sat on that fucking damned machine and cried and trashed and died.

He died because the only thing keeping him from becoming the soldat they wanted was the memory of you.

He sat on that fucking damned machine and cried and trashed and died and finally became the Winder Soldier once and for all.

“Cолдат?”

“Готов выполнить.”

Your eyes smiling at him on that small street washed away from his memories just like the blood from your throat under the hot shower.

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jonogueirawrites · 9 months

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Saudades.

It is her eyes.

His first thought when the snow finally decided to cover the ground in white.

The kindness in her eyes.

He didn’t move when the first shiver ran through his body.

Or maybe her smile?

People walked past him, but his eyes remained on her.

The one that lights everyone’s spirit, but there is one she reserves only for him.

It was the silence that started to get to him.

Her laughter is the most delicious sound he had ever heard.

In the emptiness of the vast valley surrounding him even though she was right in front of him.

Her touch could make him forget his inner demons and shoo his nightmares away… his insecurities.

Her eyes closed in peaceful slumber.

Her lips on his. Her voice promising forever and more.

The prick of the thorn through his gloved fingers reminding him that it was all real. Too real to be true.

Forever

A lonely tear wet his cold cheeks.

And more.

One last deep breath, and he promised himself that it was the first and last time he would stand there looking at her.

No. It is her voice telling him how much she loves, cherishes, and wants him and only him.

His name carried in the wind, laced in her warm tone.

In the end, it was none of that that broke him. That made him kneel and cry and lashed out and hurt.

It was the emptiness of the life ahead of him… it was the reality that he would never hold her in his arms again. It was her lifeless body under his touch inside that damned open casket.

“Wait for me…”

#cullen rutherford #cullen #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #saudades

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Beta needed.

Good evening!

Would anyone be willing to beta a 711 word chapter by Friday for me, please?

I need it to be fandom blind just to make sure it conveys the feeling I want people to feel.

This chapter has NSFW (1 sentence...ish lol) and mentions of gross things (I don't know if I could call it gore....) in it.

I can beta something in return.

Thanks a lot!

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The in-between.

Chapter 10 of 20 (?).

Chapter 1.

Siblings.

AO3

Two weeks had come and gone since the whole ordeal at Nevermore and her house. Evangeline took the time to learn. She learned how to be a demon. How to be an angel. How to be herself.

Initially, she intended to study during the break, but her books were forgotten inside her luggage. The extra assignments ignored as well. Her phone locked inside a drawer in her room.

Her father and brother taught her how to fly more efficiently, how to fight, and how to use her angelic instincts and powers. Telekinesis, healing self and others, and detection of malevolent intent.

While they had a more hands-on approach, her mother was more for instinct. She took Evangeline away to spend a few days with her family. She was welcomed since the moment she arrived, and they showered her with love, gifts, and wisdom. They taught her how to feel. Feel the dark side of her. Take control and command. Not to fear the darkness but to embrace it.

They partied and shared stories. She listened to every word they told her. Every day there was a subtle test for her to pass. All about her super senses and controlling her temper.

Being what she was, Evangeline had positive and negative abilities from both sides. She was fast, had high stamina, and could sense someone’s presence from afar. On the downside, she was constantly famished, had trouble keeping still for long periods, and had claustrophobia. Not to mention the usual angelic and demonic weaknesses.

Coming back home feeling more in control of herself, she spent the following days meditating and putting everything she had learned into practice.

During one morning, when she was listening to music and playing games in her room, her brother knocked on the door with a sad look on his face. “No one can tell there was a fight here.” He plopped on her bed. “One of the perks of having a lot of money, I guess.” He looked at her with a small smile on his face. “Look-”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“Evangeline, please…” He got silent when she took her headphones off. “I would do anything for you.”

“I know.”

“Look. I’m sorry, I really am, but I spend all my life seeing people picking on my sister because of what she is. Making her try her best to prove to them something she never needed to in the first place. How many times have I seen you crying? Or holding the tears to show how strong you are?” He sat on the bed and patted his side, signaling for her to sit. “All I ever wanted was to see you happy. And after that guy….”

“Nate…”

“No, Evangeline. You don’t understand. I wasn’t there to protect you. Not that you needed any, but I’m your big brother… I don’t know. I felt so useless and worthless of being your brother I just-” He was silenced by her arms around his neck.

“You are my big brother. And I love you so, so much, Nathanael. I know that I can count on you for anything. You said you felt useless, like, what the fuck are you talking about? How could you be there?” She caressed his hair. “You were there when I needed you. You were always there when I needed you. Actually, you always are.”

“I guess you’re right. I mean, I’m a badass, right?” He ruffled her hair.

Evangeline tried to avoid his touch, but he didn’t let her. He made sure her hair was all tousled and messed up. “You are such a jerk.” She laughed.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again.

“Nate, let me be clear, okay? If you ever fuck up, I will tell you. Deal?”

He looked at her. She felt all the weight of his guilt and protectiveness. He wasn’t the best with words, but he always knew what to do. When he lifted his hand to play with her hair, she let him.

“Deal.” He pushed her and laid back on her bed.

Evangeline rolled her eyes at her brother and went back to her game. Before she could sit, his words caught her attention again.

“Xavier, huh?”

“This again?”

“I don’t know. He seemed very keen on getting your attention. You two smelled close.” He pretended to read one of her books. “This is garbage.” He threw it through the window.

“That’s mine. Go get it back.”

He rolled his eyes, and in an instant, he opened his wings and flew out of her window, returning shortly with her book in hands. “Here.” He leaned on her table. “So?”

“It’s none of your business. And how creepy of you to be thinking about that for over two weeks. Eew!”

“You broke his heart, didn’t you?”

She looked at him. “Why would you assume something like that?”

“That’s a pretty fine bow you have there.” He stood and walked to the display beside her harp.

“Stop smelling my shit, Nathanael. That’s gross.”

“He was all puppy eyes your way too.”

“Look. There was something. But it was best we parted ways.”

“Why?”

“Because of who I am and what that means for him?”

“You mean of who you were?” He looked over his shoulder at her. “You were a scared little thing.”

“Well… It’s still best if he forgets about me.”

“Why? Because now you spent some time with mom and learned not to give a fuck and just enjoy life?”

“Xavier is… He deserves better.”

“That is for him to decide. And who the fuck would be better than my sister?” He traced the glass with his fingertips. “Do you like him?”

She looked at her brother. He had the same eyes as his father. She knew he would know if she lied. “Yes,” she said, gazing away.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” There was disbelief in her tone.

“Okay.” He placed his hand on top of the display. “I mean, you can kick his ass if he hurts you. And I know what he looks like and his scent, so….”

“Eww, eww, eww.” She shook her head. “Stop talking about that.”

“We are hunters, little sister. Now that you learned how to control your powers, you will see that it’s not something we can control. Do you really think I want to actively remember the smell of the man my sister banged? Eww! You’re disgusting.”

“Nathanael!”

He chuckled. “Look, as I said, it’s not something we can control when we fear that we are in danger, in this case, my little sister. All I saw was a guy annoying you, and I couldn’t help it. What would you do if you thought the twins were in danger?”

She narrowed her eyes at him and then shrugged. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.”

“That really is a fine bow.”

“Don’t!”

The sound of breaking glass filled her room.

“Opsy.” His fingers were curled around the wood. A smirk on his face.

“I hate you.”

“Daniel will have it back with a flick of his hand. That reminds me, I need to get him a fishing rod.”

“Why?”

“We are fishing buddies. Father, he and I go fishing every year, but he broke his rod last year, and I want to gift him a new one.” He shrugged. “He deserves way more but is as stubborn as father.”

“I think it comes with being an angel.” They chuckled.

“Let’s see if this bow is of any good.” He walked to the door. “Also, this week is the last week of your break, so we are partying every night!”

“And where are we going?”

“Mother gave me a list of clubs. Some of them are really shady.”

“So, you want me to watch your back?”

“Of course!” He shook his head in confusion. “Why else would I take you?” He winked at her, and she laughed.

“Let’s just go and shoot something, Nathanael.”

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Xavier scrolled through his Instagram account. Trying to find something that would entertain him. With the University’s break ending in two days, he became restless. The more he tried not to think about Evangeline, the more he did. Sighing, he threw his phone on his bed and opened his sketchbook to try and do something.

Last time, he promised himself. Standing from his chair and forgetting the sketchbook on the desk, he retrieved his phone. He looked for the messaging app and sent her one more message.

Hey! Just reaching out to see if you’re okay or need anything? I’ve been worried after what happened and just wanted to let you know I’ve also been thinking a lot about you. Maybe we could go to Weathervane when we get back to uni? I would love to hear wh-

Xavier rolled his eyes. He shook his head and deleted the whole message. After thinking for a while, he just wrote a quick Hey! How are things? See you back at uni?

Going through the previous messages, he noticed they were all similar. And all of them were left on delivered.

He sat on the bed and threw his head back. Closing his eyes and praying that she was okay.

I love you. He typed but never sent it.

With her in his mind, he went back to his desk. He took the pencil from the case and started drawing her by her lips. He didn’t know how long he had focused on it until the first droplets of rain wet the paper. He stood with a sigh and closed the window over the desk. He walked to his balcony and admired the stars in the sky before closing the doors.

He still had to shower and grab something to eat but opted to finish the portrait first. As soon as it was done, he headed to the bathroom. The warm water reminded him of her touch, and he did what he had tried so hard not to since the last day he had seen her. He rested his forehead on the cold wall and cried.

Getting out of the shower, he stared at the mirror and promised he wouldn’t be sad when she didn’t return to university.

There was a sudden pressure in his brain followed by a noise in his room, and Xavier’s instinct told him something was terribly wrong. Without many options, he decided to deal with whatever it was face on.

The first thing he saw was wet golden wings spread in his room. The owner was hunched over his desk. Small puddles forming under him. Before he could open his mouth, the man in front of him chuckled.

“Wow. You really are talented.” He turned with the sketchbook in hands. “And you’re a little obsessed with my sister.” He looked over the top of the pages at Xavier. One eyebrow up, making Xavier ponder if in amusement or something else. Darker.

“Is everything okay with Evangeline, Nathanael?” He walked up to the angel and snatched the sketchbook from him. Closing it, he threw it on the bed.

Nathanael observed him. When his inspection was finished, he smirked. “I liked that the first thing you asked was about my sister’s wellbeing and not fullish things like Why are you here?”

Xavier crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes never left Nathanael’s.

“Evangeline is fine. She is stronger than you and me.” His wings disappeared right before he leaned on the desk. “So let’s get to the point.” He crossed his arms as well. “What do you want with my sister? And please do think very carefully before answering.”

Without blinking, Xavier answered, “Everything.”

“Everything?” Nathanael tilted his head.

“Her attention, her smile, her hugs, her trust, her kisses. Everything.”

Nathanael stood. Something inside him shifted, and Xavier could feel the change in his bones. When the intruder walked to him, he felt his body going numb. There was heaviness in the air. “Is it an angel thing or a family thing?” Their eyes never wavering. “She tried that with me, and it didn’t work. I’m not scared of you either.”

Xavier was surprised when the angel started laughing, but his following words baffled him.

“C’mon then, tortured artist. Fearless soul.” He walked and patted Xavier’s shoulder. “We have a club to go to, and my sister hates waiting.”

“What are you-?”

Xavier never finished his question because Nathanael grabbed his arm, and soon they flew into the rainy night sky. And although Xavier should be terrified, he couldn’t stop smiling. He was going to see Evangeline again.

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The in-between.

Chapter 8 of 20 (?).

Chapter 1.

Et arcanum reveletur.

AO3

Latin translated at the end.

I do not know Latin. It all comes from google translate, sorry!

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When their high ended, Xavier made sure she was okay. Helping her to clean her clothes and hair from the leaves. He gave her his t-shirt so she could clean herself. And while she did so, he noticed the dagger on the ground.

“Evangeline.” He held her hand and waited for her to look at him. “About what happened with the boy-"

She averted her gaze before interrupting him. "You don’t understand, Xavier."

"I do. You were defending yourself."

Evangeline closed her eyes and scoffed. "Do you want to know what the real problem is?” He nodded in answer. “I enjoyed it. I liked the feeling of his blood on me. Seeing his life flee him was better than anything I had tasted."

Continuar lendo

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The in-between.

Chapter 9 of 20 (?).

Chapter 1.

Family.

AO3

Latin translated at the end.

I do not know Latin. It all comes from google translate, sorry!

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Xavier kept looking at the spot Evangeline had been just a few seconds before. The gold and black of her wings etched in his mind. When the murmurs became too much, he left. His feet took him to her dorm, and seeing the half-open door, he entered.

The place was empty. There was no trace that Evangeline had ever been there. The pictures on the wall, the harp, the books, everything was gone. He sat on the bed and looked out of the window. The sun dared to shine when his heart was enveloped in fog. Heaviness and doubts filling his soul. Would he ever see her again?

Sitting back and hugging his knees, he rested his head on the cold wall and remembered the feeling of having her in his arms.

Xavier felt tears running down his pale cheeks.

How could he help her when she was gone and far from him? Somewhere he couldn't follow. His chest was too heavy, and his lips trembled. He hid his face in his hands and just cried.

Was he destined to lose everything and be left behind? Cold and alone?

He allowed his body to fall until he lay on the bed. He closed his eyes and slept. His dream filled with swords and feathers.

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Evangeline landed softly on her bedroom balcony. She opened the doors and took a second to look around. Nothing had changed.

She was home. She was safe.

The rustling of wings caught her attention, but before she could close the doors behind her, her brother entered.

"I'm sorry." He was on his knees before her. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Just leave, Nathanael."

"Sis-"

Her father flew in. His presence alone enough to fill the place. His children's eyes never met his.

"What do you think you were doing?"

Evangeline took a step ahead. Her head low in shame. "I never meant to-"

"Not you, Evangeline."

Hearing her father say her name in that tone for the second time on the same day filled her heart with sorrow. She wasn't a fan of him calling her little angel, but she would do anything to hear the words falling from his lips again.

"The boy was-"

"I'm not talking about the boy." Her father turned to the doors and closed them. "How dare you defy me in such a way, Nathanael?"

"The boy was harassing Evangeline."

She knew she should stay out of the conversation but couldn't help herself. "He wasn't harassing me."

"Look at her, Nathanael!" Raphael took his son by the collar. "Does it seem she needs your help? Anyone's help?"

"She is my sister."

"Answer the questions!"

He looked at Evangeline. His eyes traced her features. Everything that made her an in-between. Something was different in her. He could finally tell. "What happened to you?" He narrowed his eyes at her.

"What do you mean?" She looked in the mirror. Still hating the image reflecting there.

Her father answered, "She's changed."

"Indeed." Her brother agreed. Making her worried about the consequences of her actions.

"I'm not-"

A gust of wind made Nathanael and Evangeline shield their eyes. Raphael only rolled his.

"Brother." Her father addressed the new presence. The room becoming too crowded.

"Raphael." The man nodded in his direction. "Nate." He ruffled her brother's hair.

When it came to Evangeline, his eyes narrowed. He examined her figure, and she felt the familiar cold shiver only his presence could bring.

"Uncle Gabriel." She bowed in deference, and he smiled at the gesture. "It's a pleasure to see you again." Looking up at the man, she felt like a child all over again.

Being angels and brothers, her father and uncle had many similarities. Both had blonde hair, although Gabriel kept his short. Their voices commanded attention wherever they were. Their presence demanded reverence whenever they arrived. If her father's height was a sight to behold, her uncle's was massive in comparison. He was undeniably a handsome, tall man.

"We need to talk." Gabriel's words made Evangeline tremble.

"As you wish." She was on her way to the house's study when her father stopped her.

"You don't get to come to my house and make demands, Gabriel." He placed his large hand on her shoulder, and she felt the weight of his protection over her. "They are my children, and if you have words with them, you have words with me."

Gabriel's eyes on her back could very well be a laser target. Letting her know she had fucked up. Again. "I see you are busy. I'll come another time." A silent code her father didn't like.

When Gabriel tried to leave, Raphael closed the doors with a flick of his wrist. "You are not leaving. This conversation is not over."

"I don't have time for this, brother."

"Should have thought about that before coming here and threatening my daughter."

"I didn't-"

Her father's wing spread. A clear signal of his temper. "I'm no fool. I know my brother, and I know my daughter." He walked up to her uncle. "You don't get to disrespect me like that. I know you never liked her because of what she is. So, what is it you want with her?"

"Father, it's okay." He never said anything but the glance he shot her was enough of a warning.

"Tell me, little angel," he said after a small pause. His tone tired.

"I committed a mistake. That's all."

"What mistake?"

"None that concerns you, Raphael. This is between her and me."

The brothers stared at each other. When her father asked Evangeline and Nathanael to leave the room, they knew nothing good would come.

Silently they walked downstairs to the living room, where the twins played the grand piano under the watchful eyes of their mother.

"So your uncle came?" She asked, but a shouting match started upstairs before they could answer.

Evangeline sat on the sofa, her knees between her arms. Nathanael sighed and sat by her side. "Sis…" he tried to think about comforting words, but he was terrible at that. "Look, father and uncle will-"

"You don't understand. None of you do."

Her mother rose from the chaise. She told the twins to play outside. "What did your uncle do?" Her question had that tone to it. The one Evangeline knew better than to not lie. She walked and sat on the floor in front of Evangeline. Her hands caressing her daughter's knees.

"After the incident…." She closed her eyes. The memory of the fateful night floating in her mind. "He told me if I made one more mistake, there would be consequences."

Nathanael sat straighter. The hand he caressed her hair landed on her shoulder. "What consequences?"

Her mother was silent. She encouraged Evangeline to go on with a touch on her cheek.

"I didn't know at the time." She looked at them. The black tears staining her face. "I did my best. I promise I did." She held her brother's hand and looked into her mother's eyes. Her whole body shook, and she was afraid of what was going to happen. She never wanted any of that. "You took me to a different school. Why did you do that? Why?" She was openly sobbing.

Nathanael pulled her close to him. Resting her head on his shoulder, shushing her in a low tone. Promises of everything will be okay whispered in her hair.

"No!" She yelled at him. "Nothing will be okay." She pushed her brother away. Her mother's mood beginning to sour. "You did this!" She pointed at the woman in front of her.

"We just want you to be happy."

"I'm an aberration. I can never be happy. Don't you see?"

Her brother turned her to him. His face too wet with tears. "You're not. You are my sister! My little sister. I don't give a fuck if you're an angel, a demon, an in-between, not even if you were human." He cupped her face. "You are my sister. And you will be happy even if I have to force you to be."

"He'll take me away," she whispered.

"Who? Where?" Her mother asked with her thumb caressing Evangeline's cheek.

"Uncle Gabriel. He came to Nevermore after I almost lost my… After I almost transformed in front of someone." She hugged her knees again. "He warned me that if I made one more mistake, he would take me to Silentium est absolutum."

"He would take you to that sanatorium just because of what you are." Her brother's words were full of hatred. "I won't allow it. Mother-" His words were left hanging when their mother stood.

There were very few instances she had seen her mother's true demon side emerge. All of them involved her children somehow. If her father was overprotective, her mother could be worse. Way worse.

The horns on her head grew, and so did the claws on her hands. The growl she let escape made both Evangeline and Nathanael flinch. The noise of something breaking upstairs caught their attention, and their mother's head turned that way. "Take the twins and go." When they didn't move, she shouted at them, "Now!"

Without a second to lose, they ran outside. Evangeline took the twins while Nathanael went to the car. On his way, he bumped into Daniel, who, seeing the urge in his eyes, took them to the car and drove away.

A few hours later, they arrived at their beach house. Daniel parked the car and entered to find the twins sleeping soundly in their siblings' arms. He prepared them dinner, and they waited for their parents in silence.

Restless, Evangeline walked to the beach. She wanted to hear the waves and feel the wind on her wings.

Someone landed by her side. Thinking it was Nathanael, she tried to shoo him away. Many arms embraced her, and she tried to escape them, but her father's words calmed her down.

"It's us, little angel." He kissed the top of her head. "He won't get close to you again."

Her mother's chest rising and falling on her back. "We will never let anyone hurt you. You are free to be who you are. Don't need to worry about being taken away." She turned Evangeline to face her. "You are our daughter, and if I have to fight the heaves to have you always by my side… so be it."

Evangeline's voice was small. "Uncle Gabriel?"

"He is a man of little faith. He believes more in appearances than in the truth that is in front of him. He thinks you're a mistake that needs to be righted. Locked away where no one can see… no one can know you have his blood cursing in your veins. A man of little faith."

"Dad, maybe he's right-"

Her mother raised her hands. "Don't ever say that again."

"But what if I lose control? Hurt someone?"

"Evangeline, pay close attention to my words." Her father crouched down to make eye contact. "If the in-between were that dangerous, the union of two different species would be prohibited."

"But there have been cases before, and…." She looked away from him.

"Daughter," her mother said, hugging her. "They are afraid. All the in-between who lost their balance did so because they were already sick. Something inside them was already broken. Everyone could see the signs. And you, my love?" Her mother cupped her face. "You would never deliberately hurt anyone."

"I have blood on my hands, mother."

"Yes. You do, precisely because you tried to suppress what you are. You tried so hard and for so long that you reacted by letting your colder side take control when someone threatened you. And still, you only let it because you feared for your safety. Evangeline, look at me." Megaera waited until she looked into her eyes. "Being part demon doesn't mean you're evil. Do you think I'm evil?"

"A little scary sometimes," she sobbed and smiled, "but not evil."

Her father gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Anyone can be evil. A demon, an angel, a werewolf. If that isn't true, why are there thousands of prisons around the world? Thousands of people, human or not, imprisoned? You're not bad, Evangeline. You need to understand that."

"We just want you to be happy, my little devil." Her mother wiggled her eyebrows. "So be happy."

Her father rose and towered over them. Extending his hand to Evangeline, he asked her, "Will you promise you won't be afraid anymore? That you'll try to be happy exactly as you are? That you won't hide anymore?"

It took Evangeline several seconds to answer, so her mother asked, "Do I have to ground you? How about one month of taking care of the twins."

"I promise, I promise!" Evangeline held up her hands. "By all that is most sacred. They will tear me apart if you let them."

"That's what I thought," her mother said, holding her hand.

Evangeline took her still-raised father's hand as well, and together they walked home.

Finally. And this time undoubtedly, Evangeline was free to be her true self without fearing being hurt. Or to hurt someone.

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Gabriel watched the family interact through the clouds.

He had warned her, but she didn’t listen. Now she would pay the price... they all would.

No. It didn’t end there. The battle was only beginning.

Latin translation.

Silentium est absolutum = Silence is absolute.

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