All Chapters of Re-Arranged: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The morning had come to a rather slow end, her conversation with Blaze dying out and seemingly taking all that strange tension with it as it went. They hated to admit it, but as much as they could have liked to worry and set things right before they had a chance to go wrong, they couldn't. It was simply out of their control. Yes, it may have felt like there was some sort of threat looming around them with trouble hidden around every corner of this house - because, in a way, there was. With all their surprise house guests around, sometimes it almost felt as if they were sleeping in enemy territory.It was a feeling Blaze hated, but just as Liviana had said, what could he do about it? They hadn't done anything wrong, and if they hadn't done anything wrong, then how could he justify punishing them? He couldn't. And so, he was forced to wait and dread the day that everything about this would change. Until then, they were forced to ignore the problem and move on with their lives.It was

Blaze wasn't sure what he was thinking.But what else was new?When it came to his sister, he never was. There was always so much going on with her that it made it hard to pick just one emotion and stick with it. Somehow, he would always find himself stuck in a whirlwind. Mostly negative - anger, frustration, borderline hatred. Amara just knew how to push his buttons and bring out the worst in him. But still, there were positives. Admiration, curiosity, hope, and despite all else, she always found herself playing with his undying loyalty.One of these days, he swore he would run out. His patience would snap like an elastic band stretched to its limit, and his blind loyalty being bound by blood wouldn't be holding him back from turning on her for good. He would choose himself, his own sanity. His life instead of hers. For once, he would leave Amara to wolves she called her friends, see how well she does whilst trying to fight off the consequences of her actions all on her own - somethi

Blaze and Amara didn't know what to do with themselves.They sat quietly, keeping up their show of silence as they were left to drown in the tension, left with no one left to keep them company but each other.It was awful. After a certain point, it was beginning to feel like pure torture. Neither of them could stand it.Blaze, least of all. Liviana couldn't have been gone for more than five minutes before he quickly snapped under the pressure, spitting out the first question that came to his mind."What are you doing here, Amara?"Of course, her face immediately resorts to a frown, her signature pout twisting on her painted lips as she asks, "what do you mean?"Blaze only huffs. "You heard me, Amara." His voice was sharp, impatient. He had no time for her games. No room for error today. "What the hell are you doing here?"Amara laugh almost nervously, eyes darting from his face to his desk and back again, finding it hard to keep looking into those piercing eyes. "I... I thought we've

The clock ticked loudly in the corner like the nerves that lit up melodically in her brain, the ones that kept her knee bouncing and her hands twisting cruelly against one another, wringing out her skin like that was the only way she could drain the feeling from herself. She hated to say that this time wasn't anymore successful than her last, and the rough friction left her with nothing more than familiar red marks to lace her soft skin. She winces at the uncomfortable feeling that begins to form in her wrist, huffing as she reminds herself that this was a habit she had to drop, as it never did anything more than hurt her and frustrate her further. Still, she couldn't help the way her fingers would latch her wrist at the first sign of any trouble, not leaving until God - or whatever misfortune they were dealing with during that day - willed her to let go and put her hands to some good use - or at least, some sort of use. She realized that it was hardly ever good, but at least it kept

Liviana didn't have the slightest clue as to what was going on. A reoccurring theme around here, lately. The raven having fallen behind in her usual daily due diligence after succumbing to her exhaustion over the past few weeks, taking rather kindly to a kind of "better to leave well enough alone" mentality as of late, and now, too much was slipping through the cracks because of it, because of her.What was even worse was not knowing what had happened to Blaze because of it. She had no idea what had gotten into her husband, what or who had hurt him, but clearly, they had. And now she needed to help him, wanted to heal him, make him feel alright.But he just wouldn't let her."Blaze, please," Liviana begs, twisting the doorknob in a futile attempt at opening the locked door. If anything, it wasn't anything more than an action to prove her desperate - not that he cared, but she wanted him to know that she was here and she was trying. It might not of been much in the grand scheme of thi