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Violet Sorrengail Fourth Wing Cosplay

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The meeting:

He smiled absently when he noticed the witch enter his study using the side door only she knew of..."wipe that smile off your face corporal or I'll do it for you" she snapped

"yes sir" he barked and saluted her with vigour "sir? She scoffed, Don't insult me..."

He didn't stand from his desk to greet her, or hide his maps. she didn't do pleasantries and couldn't care less about his plans. This is who they had become over time, the rules didn't apply to her and she knew it.

He could smell the blood on her before he saw it, still slick on her leathers. Not her blood of course, it was too sweet. he knew the scent of her blood, It was like port. she was something you choked on and forced it down anyway

"Gods look at you, you can't keep paper straight on a flat surface. were going to lose this battle and it'll be on your head desserter"

That petname had no sting in it anymore, his guilt faded over time into a dull ache. He yawned, what time was it? 3am? 4? Why did neither of them sleep when the world slept? In this way too they were apart from the others, although not quite together.

He thought of her screams every night in the war camps while her nightmares ran rampant, always 4 tents down and a world away. He could understand why she didn't sleep, they had seen enough in the dark to avoid it when they could.

She slapped her dirty, bloody beautiful hand down on his desk, breaking his reverie. It was his turn to talk was it? gods he was tired.

"There are Carefully laid plans on this perfectly organised desk that you wouldn't know anything about. , you have your job, I have mine and I know exactly what I'm doing. thank you for your show of support though. That's what this is isnt it? Unless youd like to take me up on my offer and be second in command?"

She sighed heavily, "my men are in place,since you insisted on moving us behind the mountain pass and we've set up camp now."

"You came all the way here to tell me that? It's late now, why don't you res-"

"No, thank you, I took a horse here I'll take it back I'm plenty awake, time is a construct I'll take my leave"

She spoke in single sentences, only ever came to relay necessary information and nothing beyond that. She was tired too, he could tell by the way she swayed slightly when she walked towards the door.

He would let her go, she was a grown immortal and knew her own business. But maybe she wanted someone to take charge once in a while? Did he have the audacity? His hands twitched as she reached for the door, he was up before he knew it flitting up behind her, his hand on the smooth cold wood next to hers. She flinched slightly at the closeness.

He leant down and whispered in her ear "please witch, rest, leave the lamps on if you must but rest"

She stared at his open hand on the door for a long moment and deflated.

"Until the sun comes up and I can ride again....you know where I'll be"

She ducked out from under him and he turned to watch her go deeper into the old house.

If he could touch her he would, but he wanted to live another day so he let his hand stretch out towards her back as she left, it felt like a message in itself even if she couldn't see it.

Could she sense it with her witchy senses? How he imagined her? He wanted to cover himself in her thick smokey scent, blood and all but she wouldn't be touched and he knew better.

He hoped she came tomorrow with more unnecessary updates on the war effort, he didn't look at her enough when he had the chance. All the small details he loved to memorize like her sultry eyes, her lips forever in a tight line, her hips, the way her thighs fit into her leathers.

Untouchable he reminded himself, he folded his hands on his desk and laid there,thinking about whether she slept in her bloody leathers, did she wash? Was she hungry? She pretended not to have needs.

He drifted off, her scent still in the room lolling him to sleep.