?She turns and peers at me through dark blood-colored eyes and even Varian pauses as he looks up at me. Very rarely do I let any bit of hold I have go over my aura and magic. I may not have a true form as the devils and angels do, but my mother is a goddess. I have a drop of primordial blood flowing through me, and even though it is only a drop, that is the difference in magic between celestials and primordials. That is the difference between finite and infinite.
?I knew she had scars. I’ve already seen them in the woods, but even before that. When I would shift and sneak into her room at night. When I would turn myself into serpents and sleep around her neck, or small felines and curl around her body. They had never bothered me.
?But I did not know they were cursed.
?“Runic curses,” Varian whispers.
?Something within me begins vibrating. A calming hum around my soul with an even frequency that immediately relaxes my body and aura.
?“Yes,” she answers gently. Her body open and her aura drifting softly around her in laxing waves. “And it is not fair, but it’s something I’ve learned to accept.”
?“You should not be comforting us, Bloodsucker.”
?And now I know where that hum is coming from. She clucks her tongue and shakes her finger at Varian. “Stop it.”
?It feels like peace within. A type of peace I’ve never felt before. The kind humans have when they’re getting to the end of their lifeline, sitting in some meadow with the person they’ve loved their whole life, watching as the sun rises beginning a new day.
?I draw my eyes up and over her. A house big enough for all of us, with a garden and apothecary for her. A slow life, and then a soft ending.
?I would not mind having a softer ending with her.
?“And anyways,” she announces as she laces her fingers and stretches them up, “I’m allowed to comfort my broody fated.”
?My soul jerks and she makes a noise in the back of her throat. Stepping closer to her, I look down and wait for her to meet my eye. I want a peaceful life with her. With my fated.
?“Please look at me,” I murmur. Her eyes are pointedly staring at the wall to my left. Her arms coming down from stretching and her shoulder brushes my chest.
?That hum around my soul strengthens in serenity and peace. Comforting me as she says, “I cannot show you my soul.”
?“Why.”
?I know Darian has seen it, but not because she has showed him. And Thorne has said he’s seen it, but if he truly had their bond would have been cemented as Varian and hers is. Except Varian has not seen it either.
?And I know she did not rip it out.
?“Because,” she breathes, and then she sighs as her eyes close and she bows her head. Shaking it, she says, “You do not know.”
?Then tell us.
?“But I will fix it,” she promises, and when she opens her eyes they’re no longer red. I brace for the feeling of her dying because I can always feel it, except this time it’s muted. That hum softening the blow. She finally looks up at me. “It’ll all be alright.”
Thirty
Mavyn – Decim 17
They had already cleaned me up so the only thing left to do was put on my blazer and head to class. Varian follows behind me as I enter an already full classroom.
?Just fucking great.
?I look at no one and nothing as I hurry to my seat even as stares are pointed at me and I can tell people are whispering. It shouldn’t be obvious about what happened since my scent is so muted you wouldn’t be able to smell Varian or Castiel on me, but I am just remembering that I had come all over Varian’s leg and he did not change.
?I clench my jaw as I take my seat and coil tight claws around my blood to keep myself from flushing or blushing or going red in my face because I cansmellmyself on him.
?Jullia smirks at me and hands me my bag I didn’t get the chance to grab when Varian kidnapped me.
?“Don’t even start,” I hiss and her eyes crinkle.
?I start pulling out my tablet right as the bell rings, and looking like he didn’t just make me black out not twenty minutes ago, the professor faces the class. His red eyes land on me and heat zips through our bond.
