#im not even the slightest bit sorry im just pissed and sick and TIRED

[aenniesryu]

tsukikage middle school exes

tsukishima kei and kageyama tobio. both in their first year of high school and are also teammates since they played in the same vb team for their school

ofc everyone is well aware of the fact that these two kind of hated each other. not that it was an obvious fact to begin with since ever from the beginning the two would constantly bicker and throwing insults at one another

however, that was it. that was the only thing everyone knows about the two. the team even had to separate the two of them when things escalated quickly just to make sure none of them will started to throw fits

no one knows the actual reason as to why they would bicker every so often. the team just thought that the two have so different perceptions towards volleyball that makes them so hard to get along with

the team did tried to help them to get along but it just ended up with them constantly at each others throat arguing about whatever it is

what the team actually didnt know is that tsukishima and kageyama once dated back then in their middle school days.

so basically the entire thing going on between those two were just them being salty because of 1) the break up and also 2) their mindset when it comes to volleyball

tsukishima and kageyama once dated before despite them not attending the same school

but, both were living in the same neighbourhood and their houses were basically next to each other making it easier for them to constantly see each other

however, that was a year ago before kageyama's family decided to move to another neighbourhood

no, the break up was not because of them moving because they would still see each other if they put more efforts in it

the break up on the other hand was because of this one major thing. it was a silly reason but nevertheless it was the thing that made them broke up and that thing is volleyball

yes, volleyball. even tho both were playing for their respective teams back in middle school, their perspective when it comes to volleyball differs too much.

kageyama being the volleyball freak he is would just spent most of his times practicing his serve. even on the weekends. tsukishima, however didnt really took it seriously when it comes to volleyball ever since it was just a club anyway, right?

with kageyama spending more and more time with his practice, tsukishima was left alone. they barely even get to meet each other because of them being in different schools and then kageyama's free time was now full with volleyball alone

tsukishima might felt a lil bit jealous since kageyama, his boyfriend at that time would constantly talked about oikawa. it's always oikawa this and oikawa that. he knows kageyama only meant no harm and hes just looking up onto his senior who plays really well.

tsukishima was fine with that. yeah, he really does because never once did he ever tell kageyama to shut up whenever he talks about oikawa.

what was not fine was that kageyama spent the only free time they had on volleyball. it was the only time that they would be able to hang out and go outside but suddenly it stopped. no more seeing each other, no more dates and no more talking to each other

yes, kageyama did tell him over and over again that he feels sorry and that he just needs to prepare himself to be the best for their team

tsukishima did understand him but as time passed by, tsukishima became selfish. well that's what he thought. hes tired of waiting. he shouldn't be blamed when all he wanted was for his boyfriend attention

then 2 months before the very important match for kageyama, tsukishima went and break things off. and just like that they are no longer boyfriends or friends

kageyama moving to another neighbourhood just make things a lil bit easier since they wont be seeing each other anymore after the break up

"What the fck was that kageyama?" Tsukishima is now in rage with his once called boyfriend. They were in the middle of a practice match where they were divided into two different teams and just to make them work along together and maybe become friends, coach ukai and daichi thought it would be the best to put them into the same group. Oh how wrong they were because now they are fight again.

"I just did what's the best for the team. All you need to do is jump a lil bit higher than usual for that toss. you are already tall enough, make sure of it for once" kageyama was surprisingly calm when he said that but only god knows how scared he felt whenever tsukishima raised his voice at him because he got irritated. it wasnt a pleasant sight to see and get into especially when tsukishima is dmn mad. like the situation they are in now.

"yes my height alone is enough and that is why, you as the setter should take in mind that I would perfectly score if you just tossed me the ball right at where my hand can reach. making me go through all the hard work just to reach that fcking ball you threw is just wasting my energy" tsukishima is really not having it. not only did kageyama sent him a high ball, hes also pissed that kageyama made him wasted his energy in jumping higher than he normally do.

"excuse me? I'm just doing what's the best for the team. I'm taking out that fcking capability that you have in you that you decides to freaking hide and toss it away, just because you think putting an effort even the slightest of it into the match is a waste of your time" now kageyama started to boiled up. he knows that tsukishima has a lot of talent when it comes to volleyball, he knows that really well. perks of being his boyfriend throughout their middle school years. well honestly kageyama thinks tsukishima is just wasting his talent with his kind of mindset.

everyone at the gym are just staring and listening to them arguing. daichi was closed to tear them apart and continue with the practice match, but before he can do that sugawara stop him. daichi was not having it but sugawara had something else in mind. he thinks that maybe them arguing this time would make the rest of the team to get a grip on what making them argue in the first place. and maybe the truth would unfold without them needing to ask tsukishima and kageyama. coach ukai seems to have the same thoughts too since he make no moves in stopping them. so the team just understands and silently look at them and wait for more.

"I dont get your obsession with drawing the team's talent or whatsoever because you ended up getting more demanding. I thought you were a setter. didnt setter usually can already feel his teammates thoughts? im here just doing what I have to do during practice and waiting for it to end like it always did but you? you just have to screw up everything. im already tired but you clearly didnt see that! just what kind of a setter who acted like a dictator and yet hes not even the leader of the team? tell me!" tsukishima yelled his frustration out. he wants this to end just so he can go back to his house and do whatever he finds interesting. and basically volleyball is not one of them.

kageyama didnt said anything after that. he felt bad and all the memories from when his old team abandoned him during a play starter clouding his mind. to make it worse he's on the verge of breaking down. his eyes are filled with tears but he held them back. hearing those things from someone you love didnt really felt the greatest.

"what? now you decided to stayed silent? why? just realizing how my words are true and theres no point in denying it? did you ever just sit back and think about how your shitty your attitude is in court? about how tired your teammates felt trying to satisfy you? this is literally the reason why your old teammate decided to abandoned you in the middle of the match. because you are so demanding and it stresses them out more than the actual game is" just when he finished saying what he needed to say, kageyama slap him. when tsukishima turn to see him, kageyama is already crying.

"YOU! out of all people in this world should know how important volleyball is to me. you should've known that theres literally nothing I can do aside from volleyball. you shouldn't have said that if you know what I went through the entire year. and then at the end? what did I get? I get abandoned. not only by my teammates but I was also abandoned by my own family. just to make things even worse, you fcking break up with me at the times when I needed you the most kei. the one person i thought that would always stay by my side. but you didn't even listen to the shit I have to tell you because you completely shut me off. I went through every single thing alone. All by myself. I practice alone, think of the best strategies for my own team on my own because I was pressured AND threatened by the coach, I came back to an empty house and freaking live alone. theres no one I can even call and relied to!! I cant even call the person I love because hes sick of me. all I ever wanted was people to appreciate my efforts even tho it's only in volleyball. I wanted YOU to be proud of me above anything else because I cant reach your level when it comes to academic. I wanted to be perfect for you and all I ever wanted was for people around me to be proud of me for the one thing I'm capable of but all I get is people abandoning me!!"

silence. theres no sound can be heard in the gym aside from kageyama's heavy breathing. everyone is just stunned with the sudden confession. not only did they just heard kageyama's biggest fear but they also heard the part where he mentioned about their break up. tsukishima and kageyama were a thing before? they were dating? since when?"

"tobio-" tsukishima breaks the silence. hes panicking but he didn't know what do to because everything is just too sudden and all he can think of is how shitty of a boyfriend he was during the time that they were dating. thats what his brain has been saying. after all never once did he ever asked how kageyama was feeling. he was indeed selfish and everything is all his fault. if only he stayed-

kageyama seems to snapped back into reality when he heard tsukishima called him by his given name. he panicked. he just spilled everything in front of the team.

"i-im sorry. I should just go home. I'm really sorry you guys have to witness such a pity side of myself" kageyama chuckled and wipe his tears. "coach, i would like to take a break from the team for the time being. again, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I'll see you guys later" and with that kageyama walked out of the gym ignoring his teammates eyes and the calls.

"what the hell just happened" tanaka said as the argument really is tensed and they literally just heard something that is kept secret between tsukishima and kageyama.

"tsuki, you and kageyama-" yamaguchi said softly as to not add any more anger in tsukishima. after all tsukishima kind of had an anger issue.

"ugh fuck, yes we did." tsukishima sigh. theres really nothing he can do. everyone knows and they probably think its his fault anyways. but the team has the opposite thoughts than him

"I honestly dont know what to say" sugawara said to him. he really wanted to help but it's not in his power to do so. all he can do is give them advice.

"ha, no need. I already know it's my fault. you guys can blame me. I would gladly accept it"

"What? No" were the replies he get from his team members. he was clueless coz after all kageyama wouldnt turn into a tyrant if only he stayed and didnt leave.

"we didnt blame you. both of you were young that time it was just normal for you to feel he loved you less. but you two lack in communication which leads to this whole entire mess. idk what you two went through and how long you've been together, it's not my business. but, all I can say is that you two need some closure. and clearly none of you even moved on from the past. arguing with each other every other day isnt the healthiest way to cope with the break up. just please sort this out with him. hes in pain and so are you." enoshita who has been quite the entire time decided to speak up. he do got a point especially with that lack communication between tsukishima and kageyama. sooner or later he needed to settle this whole mess before it started to drag the entire team. kageyama is the regular player in their team, and even with sugawara who can replace him as a setter, kageyama really is needed in the team. hinata also needed kageyama.

"I know I'm the last person you want to hear this from.. but tsukishima please bring kageyama back to the team. I needed him. the team too. and I think you needed him too. so please, I will do whatever it takes to help get him back into the team" hinata cried out. after all they were the freaky duo. they relied more on one another.

"but didnt kageyama only asked to take a break? it's not like he would just quit" nishinoya chipped in. "indeed he said that, but we are not sure on how long would the break be. it can be days, weeks, months and even years." coach ukai reasoned.

"let's just stop here. you guys can go home now. I will cancel tomorrow's practice so please just take a good rest. We'll continue our practice on the day after that. And you tsukishima" coach ukai added and turn to look at tsukishima with a soft look. It was a rare sight to see but they know it's for the best

"yes?"

"idk what you are planning to do. whether you sort things out and talk to kageyama or you didnt do anything about it is up to you. just clear out your minds whenever you came intl practice. we already less in one member, we didnt need to lose another one"

"thank you coach!"

listen, idek what I'm doing but I'm just gonna post this even tho I know it was bad because honestly when I reread this I felt truly nothing lmao but my friend said it was good/okay idk dont really trust her but hey, the very least I can do is post this here so I can move on(?) welp, enjoy ig.

#haikyuu fic #haikyuu ships #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #tsukikage #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio

[spiteweaver]

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Brightshine Jubilee was well and truly underway. The square, strung up with banners depicting the Lightweaver’s might in regal golds and blinding whites, never saw more traffic than during the Month of Sun. Her disciples were out in great number, either celebrating their Patron’s radiance or sharing Her gospel with anyone who would lend them an ear. As with all festivals, merchants had set up special stalls to show off rare and valuable wares--everything from rune stones, to ancient tomes, to traditional Sunbeam Ruins attire.

With only two days left until the Jubilee’s close, Dreamweaver should have been mingling with their people. It was their duty to ensure that the festivities went off without a hitch, as well as to make as many appearances as possible. They were the Lightweaver’s most favored follower, and it had become customary for them to bestow Her blessings upon those they deemed worthy during the week-long celebrations.

This year, they were nowhere to be found--or, rather, they bustled around the village so quickly that it was impossible to pin them down for longer than a single, fleeting moment. Wherever they went, they were accompanied by an entourage of their trusted subordinates--Solaire and Abaddon were the two most commonly seen at their side, playing bouncer.

“I’m terribly sorry,” Solaire would say, “but something has come up, and Dreamweaver simply doesn’t have the time for a formal appearance. I do hope you understand.”

Abaddon, meanwhile, was far more direct: “Piss off.”

This is how Banrai found them, on the warm, humid, end-of-week afternoon before the final day of Brightshine. They were speaking to Delucius in hushed tones, seemingly scolding him, though for what, Banrai could only begin to guess at. (Delucius was always being chastised for one thing or another.)

“Can’t you go easy on me?” Delucius said. “For the sake of the Eleven, I came and told you, didn’t I?”

“You kept it a secret for months!” Dreamweaver hissed. “If I’d known sooner, I could have prevented all of this! Crucis almost died, and now Mergo and Penumbra are missing! Their blood is on your hands if even a single drop of it is spilled!”

“I know, I know!” Delucius ran a nervous hand through his hair. For once in his life, he looked sincerely remorseful. “Look,” he said, “I’ve already spread the word about Atsushi and about your missing persons. If you lot don’t find them, I will--and I’ll come to you with any information I gather. I’m a sneak, but I’m not heartless.”

“Oh, really? You could have fooled me!”

Dreamweaver turned their back to Delucius to collect themself, their jaw clenched in barely restrained fury. When they caught sight of Banrai, however, their expression lightened just the slightest bit. “I have to go,” they said, “but don’t think this conversation is over, Delucius. My husband and I will discuss appropriate action, you can be certain of that.”

Delucius didn’t spend any more time than necessary in Dreamweaver’s presence, and the founders were quickly left to their own devices. Banrai, with furrowed brows and eyes soft with emotion, wrapped his arms around Dreamweaver, whispering soothing sweet nothings into their hair.

“Any news?” Dreamweaver asked.

“I wish you would rest, Dreamy,” Banrai said. “You’re worrying yourself sick, just like you always do.”

“Banrai, two of our own have presumably been abducted,” Dreamweaver reminded. “I’ll rest once they’re safe. I don’t need very much sleep anyway; you know that.”

“There’s more to rest than just sleep,” Banrai pressed. “If you would sit down for a bit, have a cup of tea--”

“Any news?”

Banrai sighed and held his mate closer. “Vladimir lost their scent at the northern border,” he informed reluctantly. “They were definitely heading that way, and they weren’t alone. Atsushi was with them--his scent was a bit older, he must have gone ahead--and there were a great many other scents Vladimir didn’t recognize. Metal, blood, probably mercenaries.”

“What would Atsushi want with them?” Dreamweaver said. “What would mercenaries want with them?”

“I don’t know, but, Dreamy, please--”

“Abaddon, go and check in on Priyanka,” Dreamweaver commanded. “Find out if her Sight is still being blocked.”

“Dreamy--”

“Solaire, I want you to put out the order to double the guard at the northern border. Future threats will likely enter the territory through there. Send word to Aphaster as well, I don’t want them getting caught up in this.”

“Dreamy--”

“Banrai, you should--”

Banrai placed his hands roughly upon Dreamweaver’s shoulders, shaking them slightly with the force of his grip. “Be quiet,” he demanded, and when they opened their mouth to protest, he sealed it with a kiss. Abaddon and Solaire exchanged amused glances before slinking off to attend to their duties.

“If you wanted a kiss,” Dreamweaver said airily, “you could have just asked, dear.”

“It was the only way I could think of to make you stop flipping orders,” Banrai replied. “I know I leave you breathless.”

“What cheek!”

“Dreamy, you need to rest,” Banrai said again. “I know there’s a lot to be done, I know Mergo and Penumbra are top priority, and I will do whatever I can to lighten your load. I will talk to whoever you need me to talk to, I will go wherever you need me to go. I will do anything, as long as you promise to just sit down for an hour and rest.”

“But--”

“Dreamweaver!”

“All right!” Dreamweaver cast their gaze down, staring hard at their own fidgeting fingers. “All right,” they conceded, “I’ll have a cup of tea.”

“Thank you,” Banrai breathed, and, relieved, sagged against them. “You’ve no idea how exhausted I am just from watching you run about all over the place.”

“I’m sorry, my love,” Dreamweaver said sweetly. “Here, take this list, tell everyone on it to keep a sharp eye out, and I’ll curl up with a nice book for a spell.”

“You promise?” Banrai asked. “You promise me you’ll go straight home?”

“Yes, dearest.”

Banrai’s eyes narrowed, but he pressed another firm kiss to Dreamweaver’s lips and left them all the same. They watched him go, waving and wearing the dreamy smile they always wore when bidding their beloved husband farewell. Not for the first time, they thought about how good he was, and about how much they did not deserve him.

Then, wishing they could stare after him for just a few moments longer, Dreamweaver turned and started across the square.

The house felt lonely to them when they entered. Normally, Banrai would have been in the kitchen preparing something lovely for them, but with him tending to their duties, they would have to do it themself. The boys were out as well, even Xerxes, who nowadays spent much of his time in the hospital visiting Isaiah and Crucis, so the whole place was quiet and, they thought, somewhat bleak.

“This will be what it’s like when Phantasos moves out, I suppose,” they said. “Well, at least I’ll always have Silas and Samuel.”

As the kettle sang on the stove, they contemplated breaking their promise to Banrai and sneaking out to have another word with Crucis--but the image of their husband’s tired, worried face soon put all thoughts of betrayal out of their head. They couldn’t bring themself to make him fret any more than they already had. For now, they resolved to keep themself out of trouble, for Banrai’s sake.

It seemed that trouble was resolved to find them, though. A great crash sounded from the den, and Dreamweaver started so badly that they dropped the cup in their hands. Instantly, they were on high alert, their eyes glowing with that familiar otherworldly light.

There was a stranger waiting for them in the doorway. He was excessively tall, with arms like pillars of stone and hair as bright as sizzling phosphorous. They could smell, underneath the dirt and blood, the distinct odor of a drake who drank far too much whiskey.

“You’ve picked a very bad target,” they said, and without warning, lashed out, wrapping tendrils of starlight around the intruder. The drake didn’t resist. “Are you here to steal from me? Or perhaps to kill me? Many have tried, all have fallen by my hand.”

“Neither,” the drake said, “I’m here on a favor to Mergo.”

Their grip tightened around him. They heard his ribs creak. “Where is he?” they growled. “Where is Mergo?”

“If I tell ya,” the drake began, “you’ve gotta promise me ya won’t go barrelin’ headlong into danger. Mergo’d never forgive me if I let ya run up in there without any sort of a plan.”

“Who are you?”

“Argus.”

“Is Mergo safe?”

“Relatively speakin’.”

“What does that mean?”

“Ouch, ouch!” Argus gritted his teeth. “Ease up, would ya?”

“I can kill you,” Dreamweaver warned, “I can and I will. I’m going to release you now, but if you so much as twitch in a way I find suspect, I will not hesitate.”

“Aye,” Argus rasped, “I know you’re not the type to hold back. I’ll behave myself.”

They called their nebula of hair back to them, and Argus fell to the ground, gasping for air. Dreamweaver noted that he was unarmed, save for a single small dagger at his waist. If he was carrying anything else, it must have been very well-hidden.

“Didn’t know ya could do that,” Argus admitted. “Who ever heard’a hair magic?”

“I’m a shape-shifter,” Dreamweaver said, “but surely you know that, since you seem to know so much about me. Come into the kitchen, I’m making tea.”

Argus obliged, dropping into the nearest chair with a heavy sigh of relief. Once Dreamweaver had served him his tea and poured their own, he spoke again. “I’m a merc,” he said, “and I work for a bloke who wants ya dead.”

“There are a great many people who want me dead,” Dreamweaver replied. “You’ll need to be more specific.”

“Don’t know his name,” Argus went on, “‘dunno if he even has one. None of us have ever seen ‘im. He cloaks himself in shadow, never leaves his castle, and Atsushi’s the only one who’s any kinda close to ‘im.”

“Atsushi,” Dreamweaver spat, “that rat.”

“Anyhow...” Argus took a long, appreciative sip from his cup. “Right before Brightshine, he sent me ‘n another fella out to snatch Mergo and, ah, I think their name's Penumbra--”

“Then Penumbra is safe as well?” Dreamweaver asked urgently.

“Aye,” Argus replied, “as safe as they can be. Still ‘dunno what the boss wants with ‘em, but it can’t be anything worse than what he wants with Mergo.” Dreamweaver flinched. “Ah, sorry,” Argus said, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I’m not used to bein’, y’know, delicate. I’ll be honest, the boss is doin’ a number on Mergo. Tryin’ to get information out of ‘im.”

“Information that will help him harm me?”

“Yeah.”

Dreamweaver hid their face in their hands. Argus turned away politely, to give them a moment to collect themself. “Mergo’s a tough guy,” he said. “Hasn’t given an inch. Me, I would’a cracked days ago. The boss--he makes ya see things.”

Suddenly, Dreamweaver looked up, their eyes wide and staring through Argus. “What things?” they whispered harshly. “What things does he make you see?”

Argus hunched his shoulders. “Your worst fears,” he mumbled. “Memories from when ya were young, loss, guilt, whatever it is that scares ya most. He reaches right in and just--just rips it all out’a ya.”

Dreamweaver stood on trembling legs, and Argus scrambled up with them--not out of fear for his own life, but fear for theirs. They looked ill, the color drained from their face, the wildness of their hair tamed into limp orchid locks. They were still staring, staring, staring--through the entire world, it seemed, their eyes glazed over with dawning horror.

“You need to get them out,” they croaked.

“Hey now, I ‘dunno if I can do that much--”

“They can’t be left there with him!” they shrieked, and Argus fell back into his chair in shock. “You fool! You idiot, don’t you know what he is?! Don’t you know why he wants me?! Oh, oh, of course, it all makes sense! The flood, the celestine, it was all to weaken me! It was to make me an easier target! He wanted me to expend as much energy as possible, lose as much sleep as possible, worry myself so thin that I couldn’t think straight!”

“Aye, that’s true,” Argus said timidly, “but what’s he to ya?”

“He’s...” Dreamweaver heaved, but nothing came up. They saw it, though. They saw that black tar, oozing from between their lips and ruining everything it touched, that far-off village at the Beacon, that leering grin looming over them.

“Inside or outside, it will always be a part of you.”

“You can never be rid of it.”

“Calm down,” Argus implored, “you’re just workin’ yourself into a--”

“He’s me.”

Dreamweaver collapsed onto their knees, and Argus, through a haze of confusion, moved to their side. He pulled them up and pushed them into their seat--none too gently, because, true to his word, he just wasn’t accustomed to delicacy. They immediately flopped forward and hid their face from view again.

For a long while, neither spoke, but Argus could make out, just barely, miserable whisperings from between Dreamweaver’s fingers. “It’s my fault,” they murmured. “I’ve killed them all.”

“I’ll do what I can to get ‘em both out,” he offered at length. “If it’s that important, I’ll do whatever I can.”

Dreamweaver nodded. Their breathing was ragged, punctuated by hitches and catches, but they appeared to be calming down. Still, they could see the blackness on their hands, their clothes, pooling beneath their feet. Their eyes seemed to shake in their sockets, and the whole world shook with them.

“What’d ya mean?” Argus asked. “What’d ya mean when ya said he’s you?”

“He’s the...” Dreamweaver gagged. “He’s the darkness of my own heart. I expelled him, long ago, because--because I wanted--”

“That’s what he’s so raw about then?” Argus said. He’d gotten Dreamweaver talking again; he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

“Yes,” Dreamweaver confirmed, “yes, I’d imagine he’s still--that he still wants to be reunited with me. That’s what he wanted before, but now--now you say he wants me dead. That’s not possible. If I die, he, too--but I thought I’d done away with him! He shouldn’t still be--or, at least, if he was, he shouldn’t have the power to--”

“I can tell ya firsthand, the fucker’s alive ‘n well.”

“Then I can’t kill him.”

Dreamweaver pressed their hands to their lips. The black wouldn’t stop. It crept out between their fingers. “I can’t kill him,” they said. “I have to--I need to--please, tell me where he is. Get Mergo and Penumbra out, and--and I’ll--”

“You’ll what?” Argus asked. “Sacrifice yourself?”

“No!” Dreamweaver exclaimed. “Yes!”

“Ya’ve gotta have a better plan than that.”

“There is no better plan!” Dreamweaver insisted. “You think I didn’t spend eons of my life plotting and scheming how best to be rid of him? I thought I’d killed him, but if what I did to him then wasn’t enough, nothing will be! He’ll live on, until I die, and he’ll hunt me forever! Either I die, or...”

They fell silent. An eerie calm had come over them, and Argus didn’t like it one bit. “Oi,” he said, “you’re plannin’ somethin’ dangerous, aren’t’cha? Ya’d better not. I just got in good with Mergo again. How’s he gonna feel if I go back there ‘n tell ‘im you’re about to do somethin’ crazy?”

“It’s not crazy,” Dreamweaver assured, “it’s just--it’s our only option. Argus, please, do whatever you can to get my people out of there. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I show up out of the blue, and I want to know they’re safe before I do anything drastic.”

“Already said I’d see to it, didn’t I?”

Dreamweaver stood again. Now that they had some sense of direction, they were steadier. “Do not speak of this to anyone,” they said, “not even to my husband. I’ll tell him when--when the time is right.”

“Aye.”

“Thank you,” Dreamweaver said, “for coming here. Once this is all over, you’ll find refuge in my clan.”

“That’s awfully kind of ya,” Argus said. “I figured ya’d kill me ‘n be done with it.”

“You’re a good drake.”

“Mergo said that, too. I think ya both need to have your heads checked.”

“Go now,” Dreamweaver urged. “Be quick. Send word when they’re well away from the castle.”

“Don’t ya need me to tell ya where it is?” Argus asked.

Dreamweaver’s hands clenched into fists. There was a fire in their eyes now that even Argus, with as much as he had seen and experienced, was awed by. “No,” they said. “I know where it is. I know where he would wait for me.”

#flight rising #fr #zach writes #clan feldspar #feldspar lore #chapter: heart of darkness #c: dreamweaver #c: argus