This is kinda weird, and not well written. Sorry! And the date is fine! <3 Talitha probably has paint all over her hands, and red ink in her fur.
Spring had started with magnificent promise for the newly promoted daughter of the Aquila. Gabriel's decision to place his daughter above many others found inside of the clan was shocking to the dark Lykoi; now, she held a place of importance, like her outside-born cousin. Oh, how wonderful that felt. She was just like Halo. She was worth Inferni's notice. She had proven herself in Gabriel's eyes. And yet, as that day had started and progressed, her mood sloped southward significantly. Was she worth the position? Or was this nepotism brought about by her father's guilt? She couldn't shake the feeling of self-loathing that settled upon her shoulders. What if it was merely a present for hurting her as he had?
That was what brought her to Hades' Beach. Weeks had passed since speaking with Niro about her death in the sea off the Shattered Coast without her mind returning to the possibility, but it had returned then. Crimson eyes watched ever so carefully as the water washed over the shore. It couldn't be hard, could it? Her legs carried her into the cold water swiftly, slender body disappearing beneath the surface as if it were a natural atmosphere to the Lykoi woman. As her arms created a current that pushed her forward, her lungs held on to warm breath. They burned, her head spun, and she returned to the surface to gasp for breath. She couldn't do it. She couldn't stay submerged long enough to end it.
Maybe God didn't want her to go just yet. Perhaps she was the one who was wrong. Gabriel and Ezekiel had both said similar things in beliefs of the future — God had a purpose for her, even if it meant she suffered. In truth, she hadn't truly suffered since the birth of her dead children. Learning of her father's illegitimate progeny was simply a devastating turn of events. And since? Nothing. Since going to visit the golden Collie whore — oh that was what she was — Talitha had felt no true suffering.
The water chilled her bones as she floated, auburn hair spreading out over the surface of the Saltbrooke and crimson eyes watching as the sky took the color of gold onto itself. The sun would set soon enough, and the world would be left in darkness again. She liked the night.
Slowly, she pulled herself from the water, fur dripping onto the shore as she squeezed excess liquid from her curls. It wasn't until she shook her head that she noticed the large figure as it stood upon the beach. The body wasn't unfamiliar, but she couldn't claim a friendship with the handsome immigrant she knew to be close to Halo. What he was doing so far from the mansion was truly curious to her; she rarely saw him on the lands. Perhaps he was waiting for the young Centurion. Well, now he had other company. Talitha followed her feet as she approached the Russian, exhaling warm air on the cooler afternoon breeze. "Here to swim, handsome warrior?" Each word was left ringing around amongst subtle flirtation and soft feminine tones, common on the voice of the Optio.
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