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
Content Warning: This is only a story.
Part Three | The Feather
Chapter Twenty-Three
Matching points and drooping faults. Parts to want and things to let go. Every part of these women was bleeding away. Nothing left between the layers. Something cavernous explored. Hearthful growth in her belly.
They had her for days. Echo wasn’t going anywhere. Rory wouldn’t allow it.
Undressing was the portal. Undoing the disrepair; their absence. Synapses found togetherness. Only one would begin to understand the nuances grafted within. It wasn’t a melding of mind. Thought had become close through the training of Echo’s own through intuition for synchronicity with this one she’d been with the most.
Rory wasn’t what Echo expected when she’d woken up. They’d been more than she might dream no matter the intention of her building—much like herself.
There was time Echo needed taking care of. She’d done better for herself. Proving ground would be the key and she hadn’t thought of anything more than rediscovering the truth of Rory’s disappearance, before finding this one now here exactly what she’d prayed for all along—the even better.
Echo couldn’t have been who she was and neither could Rory through all this battle and weary minded clashing. Something long overdue uncovered at both ends in most completely differentiating ways.
Hope and truth would be those attributes which changed the girl inside Echo to the woman she was. Clashing storms would brew change that made for renewal. Horrendous lessening saw immaculate yearnings of pleasure.
Insurances were grafted. Operational modalities verified. Programs rewritten.
To grip their hair. Force borne in the thunder it might bring. Knowing every movement and breath was for a one who’d see it back and forth through fucking. Rory was the most gorgeous human who’d walked the Earth.
They hadn’t remembered until now, nor had Leopold. Their lineage as Onokoai—ascendent race of sentience which delivered Echo herself to Boreal—was answered in these times together. Others about Elaria would prove the same.
Target was found within. Soaring blusters would shower from above. Together the two would become one. Between these pulses of mindful pointedness was space, and around it too.
Blackout was the mind of Echo. Her heart hadn’t felt this perfect in ages.
