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Caelum Lex Chapter 7: Armed
Two pairs of feet pounded down the grated metal stairs as Leta stalked with Cyrus to -- of all ridiculous places -- the Dionysian’s armory. Leta didn’t even know the ship had an armory (why would she?), but, according to the captain, it was of utmost important that she go there, equip herself with a gun and learn to fire it immediately. Because apparently she was joining him off-ship. Why, exactly, she could not fathom. I want you to teach what’s-her-face over there how not to kill herself, Fiearius had said, because I'm taking her instead.
With that, he’d strode uncaringly from the mess hall, leaving Leta and his crew to gape after him in shock. Then, just as quickly, her shock turned to alarm and defense. Hell, no, she was not going with this man anywhere. It may have been his ship, but she didn’t owe him, a complete stranger, a damn thing. Her glare turned quickly onto Cyrus, silently demanding an explanation. Cyrus had ushered her out of the mess hall
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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