EXCOMMUNICANT
Story by LiveIron on SoFurry
No rest for the wicked.
New to ND? Go here for the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40953000/chapters/102630966
A sequel to: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42047733/chapters/105571812
I know I gotta get on uploading things here proper, but I'm really, really busy.
Expect a chapter of this every few days.
>You've seen it in varying degrees from all the other F.E.R.A.L. personnel. All throughout the months.
>But this is the first time you've seen it from her.
>Talia hums as she vanishes, trying to quell your worries.
>It helps. Some.
>She stays quiet as Steele pulls back and goes through the post-action report with you, her warmth receding.
>The tiger sends you away as normal, apparently satisfied with her warning.
>Your room is empty as ever. You have a bed, a nightstand, and a bookshelf -- there's little else you need.
>You summon Talia as you sit on the bed, setting her on the pillow.
>"Tired?" you ask.
>"Yes."
>You hum, pulling out a book you've been reading. An old text, detailing different demons and the ways to exorcise them.
>"You don't mind if I stay up a bit, do you?"
>"No," she says. There's a sigh to her soft voice, ringing in your head.
>You reach over and stroke her gilded slide.
>"We can work on your speech tomorrow, Talia. It's only been a few months."
>"I -- I don't know what it's like, to be in your condition. Trapped in a gun. But I imagine it'll take time for you to get to what --"
>Your chest tightens.
>Your skin burns.
>" -- What Virina could do," you finish.
>Talia says nothing.