Sword & Succession - A Darklina AU Fanfic

Chapter 24

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"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, hearing no reply from the boy sitting on the edge of his bed, his head bent to stare at the floor.

Although he'd stopped crying a long time ago, his face was still stained with drying tears. When I'd found him, he'd been lying on the ground, his scream ripping through the forest like a storm. The place had looked like a war zone when I'd arrived. Trees had been in splintered pieces all around him, a rock had been completely split down the middle and a veil of darkness had been hanging all around Reagan. The sound of his cries had been like a wild animal, tearing into my chest.

But now all I could hear was his soft breaths as I watched him carefully from the seat at his desk.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask. I wanted to know what'd happened? If he was okay? But it was clear from the chilling silence he was giving me, that he wasn't in the mood to talk.

The room was too still for my comfort. Hell, the whole situation had me on edge.

I'd received a letter that morning, informing me that I'd been chosen to join the troops marching on Fjerda. Milana had received one too, which had filled her with pride that'd radiated off her like heat during breakfast. I, on the other hand, wasn't quite sure how I felt about attacking my family's home country. Sure, I hadn't been born in Fjerda, and neither had either of my parents, and I'd never liked the cold in the first place. Also on top of that, my kind isn't welcome there.

"You don't have to stay."

His voice surprised me. It was faint, like a whisper, but was shaking like anything. He was still staring at the ground, looking paler than he usually did and smaller too. "I want to stay." He met my eyes for a brief second, causing my heart to do a weird skip. "If that's okay?"

"Who cares what I think?" He asked, the slightest hiss in his tone.

"I do."

He gave a hard scoff and rose to his feet. "Oh, please. You only 'care' about me because I'm your stupid Star Saint." He spat the two words like they were a disease. "Admit it, if it weren't for my gifts you wouldn't have lifted one finger to help me today."

Each word felt like a slap in the face and I too rose to my feet, walking over and taking his wrist to stop him from walking away. "No! That's not true! Reagan, I care about you! And not because your the Star Saint."

He didn't look to believe me, but something shifted in his grey gaze. "I'm not a saint," he muttered beneath his breath.

"Does it really matter if you're really a saint or not? It doesn't define who you truly are. The you that I know. The you that I-"

"You don't know me!" Reagan ripped his hand from mine, turning sharply on his heel to look at me clearly for the first time. Deep in his eyes, a fire burned as he continued to shout in my face. "None of you do! Not you! Not my father! Not even my own mother! I don't even know who I am!"

"That's not true! I do know you, Reagan! Or at least... I did until you got that." I pointed to the collar of scales around his neck. "Ever since Kribirsk you've been different, and I don't know why!" I couldn't control my voice from rising as I poured out everything that'd been building up inside of me for days. "Because you won' tell me! Because you won't let me help you! I want to help you, Reagan!"

I tried touching his shoulder but he whacked my hand away. "Why? Why do you give a single damn about me!"

"Because I love you!"

Reagan's face, before twisted and hard, changed. The anger left his eyes, replaced quickly with surprise. His mouth opened slightly. The whole world seemed to have gone quiet with shock. My whole body was rigid, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't move a muscle. My heart was pounding in my chest, pumping blood to my face that burned bright red.

The words had slipped out so easily and now hung in the air like a distant echo. "I..." My voice broke. "I..." I tried again, but no other words would come.

Reagan stared up at me, silent as ever. Then he stepped forward and the distance between us was gone. I inhaled sharply, seconds before his lips landed hard on mine. I had to bend forward to reach his height and I felt his arms snake around my neck to pull me closer.

Minutes began to feel like fleeting seconds with him. I close my eyes as darkness circled the room, even though it was the middle of the day. I opened my eyes, to look up at the shadows, slithering up the walls of the room. I looked back to Reagan with a smile, but he was staring down again. "Sorry..."

I lifted his chin with my finger. "Don't be." I wanted him to see the adoration in my eyes as I looked at him. I wanted him to know he didn't have to hide from me. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful." I could barely see his features until he flicked his hand and a small ball of light shone above us. I laughed a little, bending down to him again.

Everything kiss we stole from one another was hard and lustful. I don't know how long we stood there, soaking in each other's presence, but it felt like hours. Beautiful, blissful hours. It'd never been like this with Fin. Ever.

I was terrified of when it would eventually end. What would happen then? Would they go their separate ways? Would they never mention this ever again? I tried to avoid the fearful thought, taking in these short moments as if I'd never have them again. I tried not to think of what my sister would think. Or the other Grisha. Or Reagan's family.

All those were problems we would hopefully deal with together. "You're my saint, Reagan." I whispered into the base of his neck. "Even without your gifts, you'll always be a saint in my eyes." He didn't say anything in return, just wrapped his arms around me, holding himself close to my chest.

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Hey Readers,

Just wanted to add this in here because a few of you DM'd me
asking how Reagan is pronounced. 

It is pronounced as:

RAY-GAN

Thanks for your support so far and your hilarious comments!
Some of them really do make me chuckle with glee!

- DawnTide