Character Introduction (City of Life): Yakira shan AnuraYakira hadn’t felt the sun on her skin
Character Introduction (City of Life): Yakira shan AnuraYakira hadn’t felt the sun on her skin for one thousand seven hundred and sixty two days, or so said the numbers that Koresh had so diligently written in the ledger. His messy scrawl noting down the clinics every expense, every use of herb, and in his words ‘every day Yakira was a self-pitying bitch’. She almost chuckled at his eloquence. Koresh sat at his desk, the shadows dancing across his face as he leaned his head further into his book. The elderly man wasn’t wearing his glasses, which was what tipped Yakira off to his true motives. He wasn’t truly reading, he was waiting for her to speak. He had been for five hours.According to the ledger, she hadn’t spoken in one hundred and thirty eight days. She stared at him, stubbornness was a common trait amongst their people but a trait that Yakira had embraced more than others; it would not be she who broke the silence. “Remind me why I keep you around,” he said. His was a voice that brought her both joy and pain to listen to. Only a hundred other people in the city spoke their language, and listening to the melodic, almost songlike words brought her memories of home. But they also brought her memories of war. “I know there must be a reason. I think you used to be useful.”Yakira said nothing, focusing on the numbers written down in the ledger. At first she had bristled against Koresh’s need to write everything down, but now she found a certain kind of comfort in the numbers. Numbers were true. Two plus two would always equal four, no room for debate or morality. Numbers simply were. “You don’t wear the Shemsa anymore.”Her hand instinctively went to her neck, where for centuries she had worn the golden sun of her faith. It was currently sitting at the bottom of her draw in her small bedroom. She’d tried to throw it away - drop it in the tunnels where she could forget about it, throw it out of a window and into the shrubbery below, give it to one of the servants as a form of payment - but every time something had stayed her hand. “You think this is what God wants for you? To hide yourself away ”“I don’t think she has any plans for me, Koresh,” Yakira said, her voice barely more than a whisper after the months of misuse. She knew what Koresh was doing. There was no one left in this world who knew her like Koresh did, he knew which buttons to press to get a rise out of her. “We both know that’s bull–”“I also don’t think her plan for you was to be a washed up physician trapped in a city where no one requires your talents, yet here we are.”Koresh sighed. “I’m going to find my glasses.”taglist: @ivonoris @shewolves @nathanielbooks@jess—writes @omgbrekkerkaz @the-ichor-of-ruination @novelistcore@saavethebees @acheloides @lefttowritee -- source link
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