![]() ![]() A skeleton key like none he has ever seen before. A bit on the older side, but the intricate arcs of its head are elegant and, dare he say, noble. Vil plays with the heavy key in his hands, the silence between the two thick as he processes what his girlfriend just told him, what she just gave him. Kalim swears on everything he has ever cherished that he will not fail at keeping her heart and her safe. Fear that he’ll forget it somewhere and leave her vulnerable, fear fear fearīut then she grabs his hand and places the key to his hand and oh. So when his girlfriend, his lover, his love, hands him the key to the chest where she keeps her heart, Kalim is consumed by fear.įear that he’ll fail to protect the heart. Only fools have no fear.Īnd more than that, Kalim is way more aware than people give him credit for, or at least he has been working arduously to be so after being part of the reasons behind Jamil’s overblot. Some may think the contrary, what with his sunny disposition and optimism, but Kalim is no fool. Azul will wear that around his neck until his very last days. He feels like he’ll faint if he actually sees the fragile thing that keeps her loving existence with him.īut the key he accepts gladly. He refuses to let her open it, mentioning the tale of the sailors. He observers the beautiful carved images on the sides, commits the texture of the wood to memory, caresses the time’s scratches and bumps. Needless to say, he doesn’t need to be given context for it when she finally shows him the chest, alone in Ramshackle. A man who, in his suffering, ripped out the tormented heart in his chest and locked it away. So when he saw the chest on the hands of the mysterious magicless girl, his first thought was that one tale about the man who fell in love with a Sea Goddess, only to then get stuck with a dreadful job after her bitter betrayal. Despite the merfolk’s slow but sure integration on land, the good part of the population is still pretty wary, so he always had to sneak out to go listen the drunk sailors tell stories about gold and jewelry and treasure beyond comprehension. I’m giving you the key to my heart, to keep.”Īzul has heard the stories of sailors. He’s not sure if he’s asking why her beating heart is out of her body or why she’s showing it to him, and he’d appreciate either question being answered. Give him a break, even he hasn’t seen this amount of… Of gore. “… Why?” Leona asks instead of cursing like he first planned to. While this heart beats, I shall not die.” “This is my heart,” the Prefect states, nimble fingers doing a quick work of taking a heavy looking key from around her neck and opening the chest. Specially since he can hear… Soft heartbeats coming from it? And muffled by the material of the chest is the scent of meat, fresh, living meat. Thankfully, she’s not breaking up with him.īut the chest sitting in front of him on her bed is not making him any less confused. He thought the worst when his girlfriend suddenly asked him to come to Ramshackle so they could speak alone. Leona honestly has no idea what’s going on. “Riddle Rosehearts, this is the key to my heart, and I want you to carry it, forever.” I carry it everywhere,” she shows him the old key, and he does not has the mind to process its intricate details. “And this… This is the key to this chest. Definitely explains her recklessness when it comes to overblots. This body of mine cannot die unless my heart stops.” ![]() “This is my heart,” the Prefect explains. He has seen hearts, of course, he’s the son of great healers, human anatomy was the first thing drilled in his mind.īut still, there’s just something… Something raw about it. He’s less touched when he sees what’s in the chest she placed between them on her bed.Ī living, beating heart greets him, sounding like a constant drum. Riddle knows whatever it is she’ll reveal, is extremely important and must be kept a secret, and he’s touched by her trust on him. The two alone in her room, Grim gone for the day, the door and windows firmly locked. Not that he wanted to pry on her personal matters, of course, but he couldn’t help but be curious. Even when they started dating, he would never see it. Even when he went to Ramshackle, the chest was nowhere to be seen. He remembers clearly the orientation day, the girl dressed in baggy cerimonial robes, holding a small chest for dear life. Riddle has always known of the existence of the chest. If you know Pirates of the Caribbean… Yeah. NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!Ī bit, uh, macabre. He knows he has her pure, full love when she gives him the key Reader has a secret she keeps locked in her chest. ![]()
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