Narius and I get plenty of looks as we walk the street together. Women double take and sneak peeks at us as we stride in sync. Our brotherhood is obvious, we share a similar build, sunkissed skin, and similar facial features. Though my eyes are a light green, where his are hazel. My hair is also a shade darker. Narius is always clean shaven, and well groomed down to the beds of his nails. Metrosexual as he is, he always goes impeccably dressed, soaking in all of the attention he can gather. I prefer a short jawline beard or stubble, and casual dress. I like to melt into the crowd.
"We have to go in there?" I shoot him a look.
"I'm certain you'll survive. We have e
I hold myself back, as Seraphine enters first quickly putting away perishable items and separating her breads out to freeze. Her ability to survive on next to nothing, and her ingenuity still amaze me just as much as her contentment with it. She often looks right at me, or rather through me but redirects her gaze. How can she not know what she is? Does she not feel the superiority to humans around her? The powers that lies dormant within her body? She keeps some food out and begins to make a lunch with what she has. Axar watches excitedly, and helps whenever he can. Sera glances up in my direction once more. "You two." She points. "Do you intend to speak or stay for dinner?" My jaw hangs agape and Narius quirks a brow at her. "You can see us?" He asks. "Yes. Noxodius, and you whoever you are. It's customary among mortals to introduce yourself while in another's home." Narius glares and I stifle a
Narius has been gone for a few hours now. Sera slumbers peacefully on the couch as an uncomfortable and awkward Axar sits beside her, standing guard. He almost seems nervous to turn his back on me. Several times I snap up from my seat, just to watch him jump and try to predict my actions. He eventually grows tired of my toying with him and remains stoic, hovered beside his only ally. Finally, he severes the silence between us. "Here we are. What do you want from us?" I grin as he fights the tremble in his voice to sound more in control. His hand squeezes Sera's as she remains sleeping for reassurance. "How old are you, Axar?" I prop my feet on the table and recline lazily. Sitting forward with my elbows and my knees watching him was making him much too nervous, so I hope the change in my body language will help him to relax. "I-I'm fourteen." I raise my brows. By his height and bravery I had figured him to be at leas
"Me?" I snap in disbelief. "Explain." She turns on her heel without a single word. I watch her natural sway as she strides away from me. I sigh. My veins bubbled beneath my skin at her proximity, and as she leaves the feeling of distress creeps back in. What is wrong with me? Her disappointment, her distance, it bothers me on a subconscious level that even I don't comprehend. "Sera, why?" I try again. She gives in and rewards me with a response. "Because you are a giant lie. You are a black hole in my already imploding universe. I was doing the best I could with the life I was dealt, it was rough but I managed. Then you came along, and showered me with phony affection and like a fool I would grovel for it. Then I find out it was all fabricated, just so you could use me. The only 'love' I had ever felt, and it was
We studied late into the night. Axar yawning loudly and thumbing pages furiously as his young mind worked to retain every word he could. We passed the books back and fourth between us two, sharing the knowledge they held between us and arguing points out loud. We sit sprawled on the couches, books shroud the floor. I sift through my journal of notes and contacts until I find the name of a banshee. Barima! About time! I had nearly forgotten about the woman's existence until I read her name. In notes are her coordinates. We will set out for her in the morning to see of she can mentor or help Axar decipher what he is sensing. Most banshees or hees will have visions later on in life, though I'm not sure what age this typically starts. "I found a banshee. In the morning, I will take you to her to see if we can barter for her help. In the meanwhile, it
I roam through her mind, going through the moments she spent away from me. Morbid curiosity on my behalf, I just want to see what she did while away from me. How she felt. It was depressing, uneventful, so I snort the mission to focus on my task at hand. If her mind were a file cabinet, imagine focusing and thumbing through thousands and thousands of files. Trying to go back to find the perfect bits and pieces of memory. I'm quite efficient though, having had decades of practice, and in no time I am weaving moments together. Creating the perfect tapestry to present to her. Instead of erasing the memory of my fuck up, I simply plan to lie about it's meaning. To explain later. If I erase the memory, Axar's presence here will go unexplained. She'll ask questions. I'll lose credibility with him that I need
She swung the door open with vigor, her eyes growing rounder as she looked down at my gifts. I couldn't help but stand taller and puff out a bit. I've never seen her look so happy. I smirk and lean on the wall behind her. I bet she'll have no problem sleeping next to me shirtless now. Her grin spreads and she cackles out loud, wiping her eyes. I actually flush, I flush, in embarrassment once more tonight. What is wrong with my gifts? If Axar told me wrong, I'll leave that kid on the curb in the morning like a stray pup."Do you not like my gifts? Read the card." I urge, a little angry now."Did you...you did...Oh God! I-I can't breathe!" She doubles over now, heaving. "You stuck that poor guy in a soup bowl!" She loses it again. I still don't get the big deal. Fish bowl. Fish. Bowl. I put the fish in a bowl. Fish bowl."He's a fish. It
I protectively stalked my food source through the house as Barima pulled her along to a sitting area. The entire time she looked to me smugly as she pulled the awkward and humble Seraphine along. I narrowed my eyes to her in warning. She'll be sensing her own death if she tries what I think she thinking. Sera sat down beside her own the sofa, Axar flying to them to sit on the other side of his new mom. Sera introduced them both and smiled, but I could feel the suspicion flare in her as she observed this woman. "Nox, please join us." She grins mischievously as she motions me to sit on the sofa across from them. "So, might I ask what brings you all here?" "Yes. We have a little banhee here who is having some issues trying to hone his skills. I was hoping to ask for your help." "Ahh. I se
I could tell by the energy in the air that this was going to end badly. It was a combustible situation from the very start. Now she is livid, and I have a very unpredictable Seraphine in the living room standing guard over her giant adopted baby. She was suspicious of Barima from the very beginning and I am curious to see how she reacts to a furious Barima. I trail Barima while being invisible so she cannot see or hear me. Barima snatches a knife from the kitchen and hides it up her sleeve. I grin to myself. What are you planning to do with that, Barima? Barima enters the living area casually now, trying to mask her rage. Sera sensed her though before her shadow ever hit the doorway and watches her every move. Sera is already wondering where I am. Barima looks anxiously over her shoulder, then nears the couch on Axar's side.She lunges for Axar's arm and Sera slams her away. I smell blood as I se