"You're going to be okay?" He asks.
I nod, feeling nervous energy flit through me. Part of that nervousness is my questioning of whether this is what I'm supposed to be doing, but another part of that is the mix of grief and despair that lurks beneath it all. "I think I'm ready."
Eryx pushes open the door, and as I follow in after him, the scent of the death that happened here permeating every one of my senses. At the same time, I can sense her life energy. It's not as if there are pockets of warmth in the room, like what I experienced with Eryx when I saved him, but I can just feel the residue of her joyful presence dancing around me. It's an absurd dichotomy that fades away in the wave of grief that rises within me, overtaking me.
A strong, warm pair of arms wrap around my shoulders, and I realize that I've fallen to my knees with tears streaming down my face. How much time has passed?
"Hey." He says. Eryx. "You know why you're here."
I nod, not trusting my own voice.
For Era,
I say to myself, closing my eyes and bolstering myself with the memory of her smiling face.
I don't know how Re'aila ever wrote about life magic and how she uses it. In a way, I guess she didn't. It's not like she ever left me any instructions, nor could I imagine what those instructions look like. It's like I stumbled upon another dimension that's always been there, I just wasn't aware of it, like if a blind person were suddenly able to see.
I can't quite explain how I interact with the life energy around me. It feels as natural to me as walking where I want to go, or even just breathing - in a sense, my body just knows what to do. I know that I'm breathing in, drawing in Era's life energy. I know when I'm done and that it's gone from around me.
There's a bittersweetness when I consider that her power is contributing to my own power. Somehow, the thought of it makes my grief less overwhelming, like absorbing her into myself has lent me strength in the midst of losing her.
Afterwards, I feel a bit uncertain about what to do. After last night I can barely look at Eryx in the face, though when we woke up, we both pretended like nothing had happened. I had gotten the feeling in the morning that he'd wanted to bring it up, but I quickly changed the subject and hoped that he wouldn't press the matter too much. In response, he'd respected my wishes, but the air between us still feels fraught with what remains unspoken.
"I suppose we should talk about what to do now," I say to Eryx. I know that the two most sensible answers would be to either talk about yesterday and where it all leaves us, or our plans to return to Gra'marah, but I still have hope that what he says will be neither of those.
When he turns towards me, I see it on his face. He doesn't really want to return either. But still, he speaks, "We both know it's coming."
I sigh. "You're right."
"Selene, I-"
"What do you think we might need for our journey back?" I say, cutting him off. We both know by the heat rising on my face that it was intentional, to stop him from bringing up last night's events.
"I suppose it's all dependent on what our plan is. Do you have any ideas?" I send a prayer of thanks to the gods that Eryx is so respectful of my wants, even if to a fault.
"Well, I guess the end goal is to bring Azrath down. Do you think it's necessary to kill him?"
Eryx frowns. "Maybe. I don't know how things are right now, but if word has gotten out about the new partnership with the Eastern Isles, he may be a great deal less popular now than before we'd left."
"Is there any way to take advantage of that? Are Gra'marians prone to uprisings or rebellions to any degree?"
"That's... Actually not the worst idea." He nods along. "If anything, I think that it shouldn't be too difficult to at least make the people more angry, and at the least that would put more pressure on the crown to do something to appease them. Knowing Azrath, though, there will be a very fine line between success and failure. If we're successful, he'll probably try to do enough damage control to keep the people happy, and we might be able to leverage the situation to our advantage. But if not..."
"We'll probably be taken captive?" I offer.
He looks at me. "There will be a lot of death in the streets. But yes, you and I... If it at all gets out our role through it all, I'd be staring death in the face. For you, though. Well, I'm sure you can imagine just a bit of what things would look like for you."
Memories surface of my time with the king and his women, being tied down and whipped, my pussy being used dry until my whole body is sore and bruised. Despite the pleasure they ripped from me, I would never want to relive any part of the rough experiences they put me through. "That's the last thing I want to imagine."
He gives me a crooked smile. "Me neither. After all, when you're the one dictating your pleasure, it's sexy as fuck."
I cover my face with my hands, feeling my stomach squeeze at the shadowy memories of Eryx stimulating me with his tongue. "Please!"
He laughs, then, the sound feeling unfamiliar in my ears. He grabs my hands and gently pushes them down from my face so I'm looking up at him, embarrassed. "Don't worry, I enjoyed myself. And for the record, anytime you need some help falling asleep, you can be sure I'm ready to offer my services for the next queen of Gra'marah."
His tone is casual, but I can also detect the undercurrent of sincerity that runs through them. I recognize what he's offering, and it's more than just his mouth on me. Even though I'm completely mortified at the conversation we're having, on the inside I feel flattered by his words.
"Okay," I whisper. What he said last night washes over me. Sometimes it's okay to be selfish.
There's a part of me that feels guilty, though. I just don't have it in me to give him what he wants, to let him hear the answer to his question from days ago that he so sorely needs to hear. If I'm accepting intimacy and comfort, the safety of his arms that he's offering me, then... It would be so unfair to withhold my heart from him.
"You know, there's not necessarily a time limit on when we need to get back," says Eryx. "How do you feel about taking a day trip to the city?"
Is it really me withholding my heart if I just can't say the words? Or perhaps it's deeper than that - I'm keeping my heart just out of reach, from this man who I'm so attracted to yet am so terrified of. I'm scared of giving myself to him, but I'm equally as scared of losing him.