Diana
I wake to the silence , heart skipping silence , his side of the bed cold .. when we all but set the sheets on fire .
Did he leave ? Oh Sweet eve he left! ... no no no , I scoot to the edge of the bed , he left me.. he - my fingers tremble, heat cascades up my body as my whole being trembles . Why? Why did he leave ? Why ? The air feels warm , soft , the ghost of his touch and warmth mocks me.
My hands tremble - then my powers , the edges of my curtain reflect as it's caught on fire , with trembling hands I crawl towards the direction of the mirror opposite my bed - I stare at my reflection-it cracks .
The door flings open , there he is in all damned glory , with a tray in hand .. breakfast? Infuriatingly calm as he looks towards the curtain ,A soft, warm gust drifts through the room, and with a mere flick of his wrist, the flames surrender into silence , his gaze finally falls to mine .
" Next time .. maybe wait until after breakfast to set the room on fire " a sob rocks through me , previous anger dying down , his gaze darkens " Why the tears Zyrana?" He drops the tray on the table and sits next to me .
"I thought you left" I whisper . He strokes my hair down, probably looked wild
" Left to where?"
"I don't know ! Away?" My hands shoot up with an exasperated sigh , he smiles staring straight into my eyes
"Silly kitten" he drawls, placing the tray in front of me " We need to work on your powers , you can't keep destroying things at the slightest trigger " he glares at me lightly
" this wasn't 'slight' though" I whisper ,
He smiled that quiet, maddening kind of smile that never reached his eyes, the one that said I know you too well , Damn Devil. I wanted to scream at him, to throw the words boiling in my throat but all I managed was a choked breath.
"I thought" My voice cracked. The rest of the sentence burned out before I could finish it, instead I shoved bread down my mouth.
He didn't ask again . He just sighed, slow and patient,stood up and brushed his thumb across the edge of the broken mirror. "You really have a flair for morning dramatics," he murmured, glancing at me with a half grin that made everything worse.
Something in me snapped again, but softer this time. "You weren't here," I whispered. It sounded childish. Small. But it was the truth.
He turned then, meeting my eyes and for a second, the teasing faded. "I went to get breakfast, Diana. Not to disappear."
The weight in my chest cracked, and I hated that I believed him so easily.
"I see that now" I suck In a breath adjusting myself . The weight of his words hung there ,
"I went to get breakfast," he repeated, voice low now. "You need to eat, not explode."
I laughed, but it came out broken. "You make it sound so easy."
He tilted his head, studying me like he always did as if I were something he needed to understand but couldn't quite touch .. Well at least now , there was lots and lots of touching last night. The tray sat between us, untouched, and the fruit glistened in the morning light like small, mocking suns.
"I thought you left," I said again, quieter this time.
He picks the tray up,and moves closer. Careful, deliberate. "And if I did?" he asked, not cruelly but with that maddening curiosity that stripped every defense I had left.
My chest ached. "Then I'd burn the world."
His lips twitched not quite a smile "Guess it's a good thing I came back."
Something in me broke at that. The tension, the fear, all of it. I sank onto the bed, burying my face in my hands, because I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The sheets still smelled like him smoke, and warmth, and something that always felt like danger.
Then I feel his hand tentative, warm on the back of my neck. Just resting there. Not trying to fix anything, just being there.
"Next time," he whispered, "wait until you're sure I'm gone before you destroy the place."
That made me laugh through my tears. Pathetic. Beautiful. Real.
"I'll try" he turns my head facing him .. and just stares at me , eyes so void yet so full of emotion "Kaerith"
"Yes kitten"
"You have a brother?" His body goes rigid .. I wait for an answer ... none comes "hm?" . He smiles , stroking my lips before stealing my next word with his mouth, and I let him as I part my lips for him , it's obvious he has no intention of speaking about it .