Blood and Thunder: Chasing Pavements by Matyrfae, literature
Literature
Blood and Thunder: Chasing Pavements
A/N: The writer suggests listening to Adele's 'Chasing Pavements' while reading, link in the description below.
Also, mature content warning...there is smut, but it is tasteful I promise.
The rain dripped down the side of the Hightown estates, forming rivers and streams amongst the cobblestone pathways. The storm arrived quickly, flooding the streets and causing all the Hightown nobles to run indoors.
Maeve Hawke didn't notice. She walked in a daze through the rain, her hair plastered to her neck and shoulders as she wandered the town in the elaborate gown Orana had dressed her in.
It was pale blue silk and soaked through, Maeve abandon
Allison wasn't sure what to feel. She had done it. She had beaten the Gallows Or had she? The Enchantress had escaped, that's for sure, but she wasn't free. Allison had a nagging suspicion that she'd never be free. Not truly.
Thoughts of returning haunted the young mage's mind, but she knew, without a doubt that Moira would insist she was killed or made Tranquil if she returned. Meredith wouldn't want to do that to her, but the Knight Commander wouldn't risk her position over one mage. No matter how dear that mage was to her.
Allison wasn't sure where she was going. She just made her way awkwardly through Hightown. Allison was abou
Blood and Thunder: Santinalia by Matyrfae, literature
Literature
Blood and Thunder: Santinalia
Her fingers, rough from years of sword fighting, gently caress the long, lanky body beside her. Her touch travels from freckle to freckle, sliding over smooth flesh marred occasionaly by scars from darkspawn claws.
He shifts slightly, skin rippling with goosebumps as her nails skim down his spine. This causes her full lips to stretch into a smile, Maeve leaning forward to kiss his shoulder blade.
The pale blue sky visible from her bedroom window is clouding up, snow predicted to fall by evening. All the signs of a gloomy day surround her, but she ignores the feeling of melancholy warring with her newfound joy. Today she will abandon sorro