[AW] [m] fire with fire
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When she dreamed, she dreamed of Solomon.

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They were chasing each other through the halls of the Amaranthe Estate, their laughter bouncing off of the marble columns that rose on either side. Solomon was tossing his head – the dark curls gathered around his ears bouncing as he laughed. He was faster than Odalis, his long legs keeping him just out of reach of her small snatching hands.

”Solomon!” She shouted as he made a face at her, his long tongue lolling as he barked back at her. <”Watch out little sister!”> It was strange for the boy to be so jovial – and Odalis could make out the sunny gold of his eyes and the snapping white of his teeth. Suddenly his expression changed – the whites of his eyes gleaming like an omen.

<”Watch out behind you!”>

When she looked over her shoulder everything in the long hall had caught fire in silence. It was as if all of the air had been sucked from the room, and the tongues of flame that jumped and spat at her heels. The flames were a virulent emerald – and Odalis could feel herself reeling from the heat of them.

The further that they ran the faster Solomon ran, and after a while he was barely a speck at the end of the unending hall – and Odalis was left to grasp at the shadows left in his wake.

”Please!” She cried, ”Please don’t leave me behind…”

But it was too late. The fire all but consumed her – snapping her bones into curls and leaving her screaming.

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Odalis woke gasping, her claws scrabbling at the leather collar which lay firmly clasped about her throat. It was a strange sensation to be used to, for it was firm like a pair of hands – and it brought her back to sitting with Ciprian in the firelight, his hands bruising her throat. She tugged at the heart-shaped locket as she struggled to stand and ignored the way that it caught on the short vermilion curls of her hair.

A small basin of cool water had been left out for her and she drank of it deeply before placing it down upon the uneven stones. Her reflection surprised her, and for a long moment her fingers toyed with the once beautiful edges of her face – dragging with remorse over the long scar which branched over her pale cheeks.

She had been beautiful once, before all of this had happened.

Now she was reduced to little more than a collared play-thing – a Robin for the elite of Salsola to bat at with their claws.

Her hands trembled as she dressed, tugging a thick wool sweater so that it hung in billowy folds from her thin shoulders.

In Salsola her wardrobe had been reduced to nothing. Gone were the days of fine silks and imported textiles brought to Onuba by greedy Arena’s. She had been given garments left from other slaves, and was too frightened to ask if they had run off or died. The sweater provided long pockets which were perfect for burying her hands in and hiding the tiny mushroom caps that afforded her respite from the fact that she was trapped.

Odalis cleaned the long counters of the Throne Room and stoked a fire in the hearth so that it roared just like in her dream. Elphaba was absent as she usually was so early in the morning, though Odalis knew that soon her Master would see the smoke pouring from the tower and return for her tea.

The dog quietly slipped from the tower, ignoring the tiny familiar which gazed after her.

With a low sound she popped one of the caps so that it hit the back of her throat. She chewed quietly before lighting a cigarette that emerged from one of the deep pockets and heading toward the forest as the ember glowed bright red.



M only because Odalis is doing shrooms :> Preferably for someone that she hasn't met yet!


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He crept the lands as if they weren’t his own, paranoia whispering small secrets to keep his hackles on a steady rise. Rain and ice followed in his footsteps while twigs cracked and frosted yellow grasses snapped underneath the dark soles of his feet. Walking, always walking as if the wind pushed through his blood for a horizon different to this.

But home lay within this place, crooked and dark beneath the mere crack of morning against a black and lifeless world. Hidden beneath layers and layers lay the truer self of the glorious kingdom, its inhabitants rousing within their hiding holes like precious vermin that soon would flood and swallow the earth. How proud he was to have his head still attached to his body after revealing his deeds, to be a part of this.

He was proud for the chance to serve.

Blazing sunset gaze turned up to the pillar of smoke that poured from the centre of the Ruins, the place where generations of kings and queens had made their homes. The boy crept along with broken twigs and shattered grass in his wake, the glazed ground shifting into cold stone and frequently used paths. He saw the strange female immediately, shifting in and out of darkness with chips of smoke tumbling beside frost breath and nothingness.

Tendrils of the young man’s white breath curled along his nostrils and bled out between slightly parting teeth, lips coiling upwards into a careful smile, for he knew her not well. He tugged his father’s old hood tighter around his milk splattered throat and walked up to her with confidence in each step. He’d seen her before, but they’d never interacted beyond a meeting gaze.

His smile curled brighter still as he inhaled the cigarette smoke that wasn’t cigarette smoke. ”It is a beautiful necklace that you wear.”

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The children borne into Salsola understood soon after their first shift they would be expected to begin to find their place in the world that the Kingdom laid out for them. It was no so unlike Onuba though there the children learned to pray to the light of the lantern and not to an infernal Dark Wood. There had been an opportunity to establish ones self in the Court with the other adolescents – men and women from other families presented as suitable members of the nobility. Some presentations were met with such fanfare; a pretty faced Robles dog with an excellent curtsy, or a handsome light-eyed Salcedo.

Odalis and her siblings had been presented with less fanfare – though their mother had ensured that they had been dressed for the part. As fatherless children the others were full of questions and rumors, though these had died down in the wake of Akanthas rise to Baronessa.

The Onuban dog inhaled her smoke slowly, allowing the heat to build in her lungs before hissing it out into the cold air between her teeth. It rolled and twisted on the air before being tugged away and she gazed upon the tiny ember which had begun to burn out low. It would take time for the effect of the mushroom to rill into her vision, and so she waited patiently and peered between the leaning trees with wide eyes that had pupils large and dark like the night sky.

She hugged her sweater close and closed her eyes to wait patiently.

If she tilted her head just right she could pretend that she wasn’t even here.

She could hear the toothy smile on the boy’s voice before she peeled open her eyes, the blue-blind eye forcing her to twist her head to take in the sight of him. He was colored like a shepherd, his face a deep chocolatey brown that matched the curls of his bound hair. His eyes were a shape-shifting violet, brightly caught like facets of spring.

”Hola,” She tugged the padlock heart and laughed shallowly, ”Thanks I guess.”

She didn’t have the heart to explain that she didn’t think it was beautiful at all. It was a permanent weight against her heart, a constant reminder that she was anywhere but home.

His eyes spun like newly sprouted blooms, petals of Iris, Tulip, and Forget-me-not, and Odalis bit her lip to forego a smile.



YAY I caught a Libri <3


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