“Who was your first?” Alina asks, voice warm and muzzy, buried in the darkness of his bed, of satiated contentment.
He can’t bear to tell her about a girl with dark curls and bright eyes, a girl who could have charmed the whole of Ravka and certainly charmed him, a girl who was otkazat’sya, sweet and honest and uninterested in wearing his bones; a girl whose brow furrowed deeper each year she grew older while he did not, who had died and left him alone and bitter, the first of too many lessons.
And so he lies; tells her he can’t remember, kisses her bare shoulder and basks in the warmth of her body beside him, and tries not to wonder when she will leave him, too.
Nurture What I’ve Done (S&B, Darklina, past Darkling/Female OC)
He can’t bear to tell her about a girl with dark curls and bright eyes, a girl who could have charmed the whole of Ravka and certainly charmed him, a girl who was otkazat’sya, sweet and honest and uninterested in wearing his bones; a girl whose brow furrowed deeper each year she grew older while he did not, who had died and left him alone and bitter, the first of too many lessons.
And so he lies; tells her he can’t remember, kisses her bare shoulder and basks in the warmth of her body beside him, and tries not to wonder when she will leave him, too.