Falling Over You
Amazing.
Absolutely amazing.
Through all the scenes that play out below the chandelier lighting the foyer, the crystal and gilt fantasia remains in place, rock solid. It might tremble a bit, might chime and promise death by a thousand cuts, but when the dust clears it's always up there.
Kelly lowers his gaze from the chandelier to the Nichtthane pacing across the tiles, slapping the walls when she reaches them and rebounding to stretch wickedly long legs.
Nadine.
She wears pearls casually, a three-strand collar of black pearls, with supple leathers and a stubborn set to her lips. Which matches her mind, because Nadine is proving that Nichtthanes love their obsessions.
Nadine deliberately steps on a seam. "What's the last thing Roja said?"
Kelly rubs an eyebrow. "Ahhh. She claimed she was getting the hang of going out in a blaze of glory."
"Exactly."
Nadine strips off her gloves and throws them to the floor. The smack of silk on tile is harsh and ringing. "But I couldn't get through to Glory."
Kelly drops to the second step of the staircase and buries his face in his hands. It's a long time before he looks up. His skin is white as sea salt, grey eyes thunder cloud dark; the combination makes his reddish-gold hair burn bright as balefire.
"Glory as in Blaze?" Kelly half-chokes on the syllables. "The Necromancer?"
"He's the only one I know." Nadine prowls across the foyer, fingers curling, nails glinting like the moon on the sea.
Kelly exhales carefully.
Soul-staggering beauty is responsible for the Glory's nickname but it's his necromantic talents that spread whispers. The accumulation of them would be enough to break a lesser man. So far, Glory resists. It's only a matter of time.
"I went back."
Kelly shudders.
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Falling out, or just falling? It all hurts and Band-Aids are not enough to repair the damage. That's going to take something a lot sharper
