Tumgik
#eris asked nesta for her favour and cassian is being so normal about it
Text
It's WIP Wednesday, and did anyone call for some feral Cassian for Nessian Week? Because chapter three of Semper Eadem will be up for day 4, and Eris is about to have an.......... accident at the joust 👀
Meters became feet became inches, and suddenly Cassian could see the whites of Eris’ eyes, the way they narrowed as Cassian checked his aim, braced himself for the impact— And with an almighty clash, the tip of his lance shattered entirely as it made bruising contact with the centre of Eris’ shield. The force of it knocked Eris sideways off his horse, sending him crashing to the tiltyard floor. His armour clattered, the pauldron at his shoulder cracking with the impact, and the lance Eris had been aiming at Cassian’s chest scored only a glancing blow on his shoulder before it, too, fell loudly to the floor. The Duke was winded, lying still on the ground, and for a moment Cassian thought he really had killed the bastard— but then Eris was rising slowly, pushing up on his elbows and removing his helmet. A thin ribbon of blood streamed from his nose, whilst another wound bled far more profusely at his temple, staining his auburn hair scarlet. And as the chips of Cassian’s own broken lance lay scattered in the dust, he smiled— a victors smile, vicious and cold and utterly without mercy. Because no other man got to ask Nesta Archeron for her favour— not peasant nor knight nor king. No. Other. Man.
44 notes · View notes