"I would burn the world to the ground for you and it still wouldn't be enough."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 things you cannot have is what Kalliope knew incredibly well. Spending years trapped within her naturally timid...
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 Chapter Thirteen | Lady Katherine
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KALLIOPE AWOKE WITH A START. Eyes blown wide, breathing coming out in short spurts, chest rising with a dull ache. After their love making or ravenous sex, whatever Damon thought it was, he nodded off to sleep. Kalliope on the other hand stayed awake the rest of the night. She laid on her side, bare back facing him, staring out the window till her eyes stung from lack of blinking.
The Genie was not well. She couldn't get herself to sleep. The inner turmoil stirring within kept her eyes glued open. She feared, that when she closed her eyes, this would all be a dream.
Her rekindled love and friendships, all but a sequence of glittered fantasies. Kalliope was terrified she'd close her eyes and wake up back in her chalice. Those enclosing four walls, mocking her. Somehow shrinking in on her.
She couldn't bare. Wouldn't face reality. It was only when her body forced her into a dreamless sleep due to her eventful day that she actually rested. That happened not but thirty minutes ago and she was already forcing herself back to the living.
Kalli needed to be moving, doing something other than lay down and exist like she had been for a hundred plus years.
It was when she screamed herself awake that Damon finally peeled his eyes open. Grumpy and drowsy from his peaceful and sated slumber, he sat up on his elbow and tended to her.
"Flore, hey. Hey, it was just a dream," He shushed her with a husky voice.
Kalliope ran her hands through her curly hair, soothing herself from her violent morning. She calmed her heavy breaths, leaning on Damon for support. He immediately accepted her in his arm, brushing her wild hair out her face, tugging her closer.
He had to admit, it felt nice being needed again. Having a routine and creating something incredibly domestic. Though they weren't perfect, they were figuring things out.
Running his fingers through her hair, Damon gazed at her from above. "What was it? Talk to me."
Kalliope shook her head, briefly closing her eyes. "Nothingness. Just endless black, blank walls. They stretched on for ages and I c-couldn't - I couldn't get free." Her body trembling as she relived it. A worry built in Damon, his brows furrowed deeply.
He was confused how she could wake up screaming bloody murder by seeing a few walls. He couldn't connect the dots. Didn't know she was once trapped away from society forced to endure her own reflection.
Nevertheless, he cradled her, kissing the top of her head in a nurturing manner. "You're safe now, there's no need to worry."
His words were sweet, but they didn't remedy her paranoia. Something wasn't right. In the air, about the house. She didn't know what exactly... until a voice broke their tender moment.
