Twin Flames (Riven x OC)

Riven

When Sky came back into our room that morning, every expression on his face told me that whatever he had to say, I wasn't going to like it. My frown quickly deepened, my expression shifting as I looked at him.

"What? Spit it out!" The blonde winced, his fingers slipping between the strands of his hair as he tugged the ends. He was nervous to tell me something, and something within me felt almost hesitant to know what it was, "Sky."

And I was frustrated enough to nearly say please, though I caught it just before it slipped. No way in hell would I plead for anything, though it could've been so simple now. He sat down by the desk across from me, twirling a pencil he'd found between his fingers, looking anywhere but at me.

"They're moving her," I thought I stopped breathing. Whilst her being moved in of itself wasn't terrible, something told me that where she was being moved to was, or else Sky wouldn't be so worried. His eyes told me everything, similarly to how hers would. I knew him well enough to know what was running through his head emotionally, and whatever it was told me I should be scared.

I'd much rather hear that Pyro was being let go, that they cleared her and decided she was innocent, but that's not what I was being told with this. It made me fumble with a loose thread on the bandaged hand I'd ruined just the other night, and ever since her pain had gotten eerily quiet.

Too quiet. Like I couldn't feel her at all anymore and that worried me. Her runic limiters hid her magic, but they had never hidden her from me. I stillfelt her, and her pain had initially been worse too. I felt it all, so when it became nothing since that night, saying I was worried would've been putting it very light. I didn't consider myself a very scared person, and it usually took a lot to instil some sort of fear within me, but with her it had always been amplified.

With her, I'd always been scared.

"Beyond the barrier, Riv," and my blood ran cold. It could've stopped, turning to ice for I couldn't quite breathe. I wasn't sure how to quite take the information at first, but my brain worked quick and suddenly all I felt again when my veins ran warm was anger.

"They can't fucking do that!" The chair scraped hard against the floor as I stood and pushed it back, staring down at my best friend, "That's fucking crazy! She'll die out there!"

There's no way in hell they'd allow it. Dowling was a bitch, but she couldn't possibly push it that far, could she? Silva can't allow this. If he did, god, I could never look at him again without considering something that could land me in far more trouble than Beatrix's and Pyro's combined.

"Does Silva know?" I needed to hear Sky say no. Or at least that if he knew, he was entirely against it, but the downwards glance at his feet and the hesitant chewing of his lips told me something different.

"He knows," the table shook hard when my fist collided with the surface, ignoring the sharp, shattering pain of the injuries that had only just started to heal a little, day by day in the past week since I'd last seen her.

"What the fuck?!"

"I told them they shouldn't do it and he doesn't disagree with me either, alright? She's innocent. I believe it, really, Riven, I do, and I think they both see it now too. But it's not something we can decide," none of this sat right. Why wasn't Beatrix getting this type of treatment? Surely she was a far greater risk than Alex would ever be.

For Alex was innocent. If I hadn't believed it before, I did the second time I'd seen her. Whilst it still pissed me off to be left so in the dark about why exactly she'd been with Beatrix and Bloom at all, I knew it must've had intentions that were anything but sinister. The cat and death. Whatever the hell that meant, that must've someone tied into what it really was.