Acceptance. Fate. No matter the future, the world spun on. Tonight the air hung thick in the balance and the stress weighed heavy on many shoulders, thus the overcrowding of the tavern. Many chose to hang their hat there, rooms aplenty upstairs for those who needed it, otherwise they took their drunk selves back home within a walking distance. The liquor ran wild and the blood ran high, excitement abound for those who wanted to start trouble even though half the customers wanted a simple drink in piece. Alone, in a dark corner.
None of it mattered to Honora. Up until recently, she hated crowded places. The only comfort she found was around her husband and the mercenaries her brother built a team of many moons ago. Time passed so quickly she could hardly remember the day she had been kidnapped, taken by the Sanguine and turned into a blood bag for their own self pleasure. She still felt the pain of those sharp teeth cutting flesh and sinking into her neck, a reminder every time she rubbed that sweaty palm of hers over the surface. As she did now.
The corner of the tavern became her solace as those eyes drifted from the top of her mug, lingering on the men who looked antsy and out of place at the bar. The hunger settled in her stomach, reminding her just how thirsty she was outside of the beer that sat on the tip of her tongue and swirled in her wooden mug. She watched, digging fingertips into the side of the mug as it snapped just a pinch under her grip. Soon enough the fight broke out, one of the men slamming back into her table after moving quickly across the middle of the room. The mug cracked and shattered against the wall from the force yet did nothing to shock the blonde. Both hands gripped the man's shoulders tightly before shoving him off as she followed. The fight spread through the tavern like wildfire, and yet time stood still for Honora.
She smelled
him. Her heart skipped, her eyes wandered, and through the haze of men and women, landed on
him. It came as no surprise that he was alive and well, and yet something changed. Whether it was her or him, she could place a bet that it was her and she would have won. That hunger dissipated immediately as anxiety and tension grew in her chest. The distance grew between them before she could even move in his direction as she felt a hand around her bodice, yanking her into the fray and causing her to land on her back with a thud. She had been caught of guard for a moment, which was entirely unlike her. Every ability went to the wayside if only for a few seconds.
He was there.
