Some Fall By Virtue

Chapter Twenty-Seven: can't steal my thunder

Her stomach turned, and she felt so very sick there all of a sudden. Fingers carded in her pink locks, and she turned then, looking up into those grey eyes which were staring at her so very intently. Like the eyes of a dragon having found gold and treasure, part of her mused before she pushed such a thought away viciously. She could never compare her soulmate to her kin. To something so very evil. He was practically the physical embodiment of everything which was just and good in that world. "Is something the matter?" Glorfindel asked, and Sakura could find the words nor the energy to respond even as she lay her head down atop his armoured chest. "Lothien?" His stare became that much more piercing, fingers moving to wipe at her tears then, gloved as they were.

Elrohir chose that moment to stumble from the bushes, pale-faced, and Sakura only turned, green eyes locking on those grey ones.

"Brother!" Elladan cried, hurrying to his side then, even as his twin stumbled forwards, skin a horrible ashen colouring even as he was helped to a seated position across from her and her beloved soulmate. "Brother, what happened?" Elladan rested a hand on either shoulder, undoubtedly noticing the way those grey eyes of his twin flickered to meet her own which narrowed. In challenge and warning, she liked to think, even as fear and anticipation bubbled in her belly.

"Nothing," Elrohir said shakily.

Elves very much sucked at being deceptive, or so Sakura decided as she stared at the understandably very shaken ellon sitting across from her. She wondered what he saw in her gaze as he pulled his eyes away, looking off then at something in the distance. Perhaps the promise of completing the threat she had delivered to him earlier? Sakura could only wonder and watch, seeing the proof that elves were so very different from the horrid creature which she was. Another mark against you, the voice whispered, and Sakura only turned to look back at her soulmate, wanting to distract herself from the bitterness and other dark emotions swelling in her belly which wanted to swallow her whole and drag her down into the depths of their despair. She just wanted to bask in her soulmate's warmth and light then. She could stare at him for days, or so she decided, fingers curling then, an urge to run them through those golden locks she loved far too much. Gold-loving dragon, the voice reminded, never letting her forget that which she was, and that which was out of reach thanks to such a fact.

"You!" Elladan's voice pierced the stillness of the air, and Sakura already knew who he was speaking to before Glorfindel's arm tightened around her, pressing her that much more tightly against his armoured form then. "What did you do to him?"

Sakura turned then, risking a glance into grey eyes which were narrowed, the beginnings of hate and rage just about visible, swirling in their depths as they were. Glorfindel's other arm came around her then, trying to hide her from the enraged stare of the other ellon. She flinched when the picture of those emotions swirling in her soulmate's gaze, directed at her, as such emotions – as such hatred – would eventually be. "Elladan," Glorfindel spoke, an edge of warning in his voice then, a rumble in his chest.

"What did you do?" Elladan snarled, even as Elrohir grabbed at his twin brother's shoulder before he could lunge at her and attempt to shake her secrets from her as he so looked like he wished to. Panic was written on Elrohir's face, dark amusements and relief surging within her at the realisation that Elrohir intended to keep her secrets. For the time being at least. She didn't want Glorfindel to hate her. She didn't ever want that. And yet it was inevitable, the cold, terribly pragmatic side of her reminded. Secrets were bound to slip out eventually, and she would have to face the consequences of her actions sooner or later. She would have to adjust to the fact she would never be loved. After all, that was something a dragon wasn't allowed. Not even their creator loved them, though she doubted he had been capable of such an emotion.