Time Throws Fire
by Ophelia Everfall
Part One | Redux Eterna
Part Two | Polymath Blues
Part Three | The Feather
Part Four | Wizard
Part Five | Coward’s End
Part Six | Whirls of Wind
Part Seven | The Sisters Two
Part Eight | Synthesis
Part Nine | Depths of Bliss
Book Three | Fortuna Eterna
Book Four | Why Stay Hollow
Book Five | Kingdom Done
Content Warning: This is only a story.
Part Six | Whirls of Wind
Chapter Thirty-Eight
This couldn’t be real.
Echo wasn’t believing what she saw in front of her. The glory bought in her heart was anew with light and dark and muddled horoscopes of fortune. Oria was beautiful.
She’d been split in two across the stars. Held in Hardline’s cape. Shrouded by the blackness they’d found their rest. Touch was anew and force was a constant in that holding. Syncopated rhythms of harmony between them were beyond time and transcended the boundaries of limitation. Their connection wasn’t a label. It was of soul and trust. It was of shared desires in hope and learning to understand each other though most desperate beings.
Chloe was a goddess her own unseen by Echo. Projection had borne the ideas of heated feeling towards them when present in the physical. To connect with them in any way was a blessing. To tear down walls of misunderstanding a lessening of weight for both and their souls beyond.
They’d taught each other through energy. Through fright they’d become enemies then frenemies now friends. Echo would ride Hardline like the beast it was but this one who’d built it—the being of Ecatosh she’d come to feel as her sister—would have to ignore how much the woman in its softchair was enjoying the ride.
Oria would prove another sort of familia and being displaced into form before her in seeming wholeness was a surprise. Her grin had proven less of the kind. She’d been expecting Echo and clearly prepared the space. There were supplemental materials splayed about the bed chamber, some warm ups in progress at the moment of her arrival—Oria was calling her with their superhuman, magick cunt.
There’d be a single moment’s hesitation before Echo dove headfirst.
She’d been hasty. There was no need to worry about these two women by her immediately changing appraisal. They seemed like good people.
Echo wanted to stay.
Thoughts weren’t thinking. Words weren’t forming. Brain was not braining.
Hyde was present. Echo had him brought off the bench while seeking solace in the arms of her new mommy. She’d found once her inner nostrils and body were entirely drenched by their pleasure stain—subsumed in whole by their witching presence—she’d not have a worry about who or what was plowing her free of mind.
He wanted her. Hyde had been holding this in secret under the gaze of Iris. The way Echo spoke with her chest and heart so bold and fearless reminded him of what he’d seen stowed within his true love upon their meeting. He would not have transgressed with the choice. It was an admiration he’d held and his love was true and pure. He was the best of men and had been taken as much as Echo by these Sisters Two.
It was her eagerness which set her alone.
Anything aboard Sin became the sister’s property. Everything they’d call towards them would be drawn in energy by their forces wrought by side. Together, in their time, they would see a part in bringing the Empress to her knees.
Libations had come to an end and the boys were banished. Coats of claim renewed. Snuggling had begun.
Oria Belfor was falling in love with Echo Béleaph—she already had.