Fiyero Gabriel Arch
My thoughts are quickly fading, and making space for a numbness I haven’t felt in quite a while. The only thing I feel like doing right now, is either stand here until I freeze or walk deeper and deeper into the water until only my eyes can be seen above the surface, as if I were a crocodile.
“Fi!”
I’m about to whip my head around, when I recognize Bella’s voice, but then I remember how mad I still am at her, for choosing Lev’s side over mine, for talking back at me like she did and for hurting me with her last comment. So I keep standing where I am, stubbornly, and continue staring ahead of me, hoping she’ll leave me alone again. I should’ve never showed her I care, because she just shoved it right back down my own oesophagus. I meant it when I decided she was back on her own.
It appears I’m out of luck, though, since Bella has come into the water and suddenly pops in front of me, clinging on to my waist. I do my very best not to try and pry her hands loose. I might not be planning to help her out of a mess ever again, but that doesn’t mean I want her to drown.
“I’msosorryIyelledatyouFi,Ishouldn’thave,youwerejusttryingtolookoutforme. I won’t yell at you again… And I’m sorry about what I said about the hunter… I shouldn’t have said that, and I’m really sorry…. I’ll make you a cake. I’ll be more careful around Lev, alright?”
It takes me every fibre in my body and every last bit of willpower not to wrap my arms around her and hold her close. I haven’t a sister anymore, merely another housemate again. She may claim to be sorry, but that doesn’t undo what has happened, it doesn’t erase her words from my memory, as much as I wish it would. I just keep my head up high, as my lips starts to quiver. If I look at her now, I will cry and I simply refuse to show her how deep she has cut me.
“Yeah, you do that,” I manage to say, sounding rather monotone.
I startle, when I suddenly hear someone shouting. The combination of the voice, along with Bella pressing her body so tightly to mine causes me to hiss and fight the rush of feelings that is trying to overpower me. I might not mentally like people, but that doesn’t mean my body doesn’t react to them, however much I hate it. I lock my jaws together and close my eyes, as I make fists under water. Dead puppies. Old grannies with ugly, yapping pooches. Rotten fruit. Back off, Junior. I’m not in the mood to be in the mood.
When Bella leaves, I take a deep breath as I feel warm tears, so contrasting with the cold water I’m standing in, streaming down my cheeks. I dip my head under water, to hide how wet my face is. When I resurface, I turn around to make sure Jaimes is not attacking the little Asian doll. I frown, as a strange pang shoots through my chest at the thought of him hurting her, trying to kill her… instead of me. It takes me a moment to realise that what I’m experiencing is pure, undiluted jealousy. I feel my eyes stinging again, but again I fight the tears, with more success this time. Once I see Bella disappear through the trees, I turn my gaze to Jaimes, only to find out he’s eyeing me as if I’m a mere piece of meat. For a moment, I want to look away and dive under water so I’d be hidden from his sight, so I could escape from his burning, stupid purple eyes. But I refuse to put myself in such a vulnerable position, especially towards him. He needn’t know I’ve been thinking about him all day, for whichever reason my brain has decided to betray me like that. He needn’t know the thought of him killing another upsets me, merely for the sake of me not being the only one to get his attention.
“That’s a nice view. Do I get to see more?”
I blink, and stare at him, utterly surprised by that question and the suddenness of it. There is no way I am coming out of the water, in my white, soaked boxers while that Hunter freak is watching me. Only now do I notice he’s wearing just as little as I am. I try to ignore the electrical feeling that is coursing through my body. My eyes widen when it reaches my abdomen and the boner I’d been fighting earlier decides to strike back twice as powerful.
I shoot Jaimes an angry look, for doing this to me. Because there’s no denying now that it’s his fault. I clench my jaws again and raise my hand above the water, only to kindly give my archery pupil a nice view of my middle finger.
“Kiss my ass, lobster boy!” I shout at him, not even flashing him a grin. Now I am left with two questions. How the hell did Jaimes get so red since I last saw him? And how the fuck do I get out of here?
Lev Ivor Tsiskaridze
My heart begins to stutter when young Bella affirms that I am indeed the first to kiss her. I am at complete and utter loss of words. How is it that nobody has ever wanted to caress those delicate lips of her? I am baffled beyond my own believe at learning this.
“It’s okay,” she tries to assure me quickly after my rant. Her second kiss on my cheek, makes me forgot how to breathe momentarily. I would have thought she’d be livid with me. Because if the confusion that is coursing through my body is so grave, I cannot begin to fathom how she must be feeling now. I would not blame her at all if she were to be mad with me, although it would sorely pain me.
“I should go apologize to Fiyero, I shouldn’t have yelled at him… He was just trying to protect me…”
At this decision, I softly nod. She should indeed try to make amends with her brother. I cannot honestly say I agree with his method of approaching, but I do fully realise that he was only trying to protect her. I try not to imagine how I myself would react if I were to see a stranger kissing this lovely youth. I haven’t known her as long as Fiyero has, but I must admit that in this short period of time I have gotten to care for her.
A subtle hint of fear creeps up my spine as I see Bella flashing a rather scary smile at me. In nervous anticipation, I stare back at her. What is she up to?
“How about you go see mama, make sure she’s okay. I’ll go and apologize to Fiyero, then we can bake him a cake!”
I raise an eyebrow and snort a little. Now, I might intend to try and not cross Fiyero again, but after he has “whooped my ass” as I believed it is often called nowadays, I must say I do not look forward at baking him a cake. The only reason I would bake one is because Bella desires me to do so, but never once would her brother cross my mind when in the process of it.
I softly smile at her, as she helps me up, and softly kiss her forehead before she dashes off. She reminds me of a foal at certain times. She is so vibrant, with a hint of naïve and a whole lot of adorable. I recognize some of my sister in her too.
Suddenly I become all too aware that I am cold. No, I am beyond cold. I’ve nothing to warm my upper body with, since Bella has stolen my hoodie. Rubbing my arms, I hurry inside, in pursuit of Bella’s advice to seek Raisa. I really must clear the air with her and confess my error. She has taken me into her house, she deserves my honesty. And perhaps I am hoping to gain her insight and maybe some advice on this rather difficult matter as well.
It doesn’t take long before I find Raisa in the kitchen, which happens to be the first room I check for her presence.
“Hello Lev, what’s wrong?” she asks, as she turns at me.
I open my mouth to answer, but the only sounds to escape from my parted lips is a choked gasp. I cannot immediately put my finger on the nature of them, but Raisa’s emotions are thus loaded right now that it triggers our empathic connection. I drop to my knees as I struggle to breathe, while trying to convey my worries for my sister-dear with my eyes. I can hardly imagine she would be this upset of what’s come to pass between Fiyero and I. She knows me well enough to realise I will do my best to sort it out.
I feel our telepathic bond flaring up as well, and I’m glad for it, as only one question haunts my mind right now.
”Why are you unwell?”
I've no idea of the future, but I can see the past quite well. And the present, if the weather's clear.
Warlock – Male – Lev Ivor Tsiskaridze – Theodora
