{"id":3597,"date":"2018-05-16T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2018-05-16T04:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3597"},"modified":"2018-05-15T20:16:22","modified_gmt":"2018-05-16T00:16:22","slug":"thirty-eight-01-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3597","title":{"rendered":"Thirty-eight – 01"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Thom’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

Waves crashed against the shore in the distance. He could hear them even standing here, miles from shore. A storm was rising off the northern waters. He could smell it on the wind, sense it in the movements of the animals, hear it in the whispers of the world, see it in the black clouds massing in the distance.<\/em><\/p>\n

I hope we have time, Finn thought, watching the wind move the branches of the trees to the north. He chewed absently at the loose edge of a callus on his thumb as he did, pondering, measuring, calculating.<\/em><\/p>\n

Her hand captured his and held it, tugging his thumb away from his mouth. He startled slightly, glancing toward her with a quirked brow, surprised to find her brow similarly arched.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d he asked.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI could ask the same of you,\u201d Brigh\u00edd said softly, watching in closely. \u201cYou have that look, Finn. What is it?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cStorm coming,\u201d he murmured, intending to leave it at that. She didn\u2019t let go of his hand as he\u2019d expected she might.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThat much I can see,\u201d she said, her voice still soft, though it was the softness that hid the strength he knew she possessed. \u201cBut there\u2019s more.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s always more when it comes to you and I,\u201d he said with a faint smile. His hand twisted in hers, squeezing her fingers. \u201cConcentrate on the coming battle, my love,\u201d he whispered. \u201cHopefully it will be over before the storm hits.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWe choose the battleground,\u201d she said, gaze following his to the trees. \u201cMaybe this can be used to our advantage.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

His guts knotted. \u201cNo,\u201d he said, the word coming out harsh, perhaps more harshly than he intended. She looked at him strangely, her jaw tightening.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cNo?\u201d she echoed.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is going to be one of those storms that\u2019s there no controlling, Brigh\u00edd,\u201d he breathed, staring at the trees again before his gaze drifted upward toward the sky. \u201cNot something to tangle with, either. No. We need to be well under cover before it hits. There\u2019s no other safe choice.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He pressed a kiss to her jaw, then tugged his hand free of her grip.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cEven on another day, we\u2019ll beat her. We will. This is your land now, Brigh\u00edd. We\u2014all of us\u2014will die to defend it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI hope it doesn\u2019t come to that,\u201d she whispered.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cAs do I, my love. As do I.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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