Child of Omens: Part 3

Chapter 17: Together At Last

Nora: "You sure you don't want us to go chat her up first?"

Ren: "She might not take it as you may expect."

Hawk: "No...this is something I have to do alone."

Nora: "But-"

Qrow: "Don't worry about him. He's got this... be safe, okay, son?" Hawk nods as he walks through the green portal.

The forest of Mistral is quite the sight to behold during the springtime. Everything radiates a bright, vibrant color. It almost distracts one from the strife and turmoil of the world. But Hawk was all too familiar with these woods. Even if he had been gone for so long, nothing seemed to change since he was a young boy out on a hunting trip with Raven. He walked through the woods until he reached a particular hill that he could never forget. Looking down towards the base of the tree, he sees two gravestones—one with a rusted sword in front of and the other a fresh bouquet of roses. Kneeling, he notices that whoever was taking care of his grave, most likely Pyrrha had also been tending to his mothers. Standing back up, he turns to where his old home used to be. The last time he saw it, it had been destroyed and left in ruin. But what he sees now is a small log cabin sitting where the command tent would have been in the Branwen camp.
Walking down the hill towards the cabin, he notices the old outlines of the camp walls...he always told his mother they should've hidden the camp better. Walking into the clearing, he was only a couple hundred feet from the cabin. Looking toward the cabin, he feels a tinge of fear. If what the others had told him was true, Pyrrha may see him and think it to be a trick. But he steeled his mind of those thoughts. He wanted to see her. He didn't want to admit it, but ever since he found Ren in the library, he longed to see her again. Taking a deep breath, he begins to walk forward. He notices the Light god's spear leaning next to the door, but as he approaches, he can't tell if anyone is inside the cabin. Stopping at the front of the door, he reaches out to knock, but his hand froze. He was hesitant. How could he be? He killed gods, took on the king of Hell alone, but he couldn't knock on some wooden door. He took a deep breath and knocked...and there was nothing. No response. Trying again and waiting, there was still nothing. He went to knock again but stopped as he heard her voice.

Pyrrha: "Who are you?"

His heart stopped. He knew it was coming from behind him. Most likely, she was out gathering some wood or something along the lines. But her voice seemed to both put him in a state of calm and alertness. It had been so long since he heard her say, yes, she existed in the other world. But this Pyrrha, HIS Pyrrha, she had a way of soothing his soul with just a simple hello. Slowly turning around, he locked eyes with her. She wore simple everyday clothing; one wouldn't tell who or what she was except her glowing emerald eyes. Hawk couldn't move. It was as though her eyes had caught him in a state of paralysis. The beauty of them, the beauty of her...it was too much for him.

For Pyrrha, it was different. When he turned towards her, her heart practically jumped from her chest. Pyrrha's mind raced with thoughts. Is this real? Is this some kind of illusion? Is it a dream? She couldn't say a word, but if she could, she still wouldn't know what to say. She looked into his deep crimson eyes, the same eyes of the man she fell head over heels for. At this moment, she didn't care if he was real or a comment of her grief she hadn't gotten over. All she wanted was to feel him, to know that he was hers and only hers.

She slowly set down the wood blocks she went out to collect, never breaking eye contact. He placed his Yamato on the railing of the porch. The two then began to inch towards one another. Each dared not say a word as they didn't want to break the peaceful silence. After what felt like an eternity, they stood only inches from one another. But the two just stood there, almost waiting for the other to tell them what to do. And like a bolt of lightning, Pyrrha closed the gap between the two. Breaking the tension with an embrace of passion and love, a kiss. As Pyrrha's tongue darted into Hawk's mouth, he didn't care one bit. He wrapped his arms around her waist and didn't let go. After several minutes the two had to separate their kiss as they needed air, Hawk still not letting go of Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: "I knew you'd come back." She said with a softness that could be mistaken as a whisper.

Hawk: "I know, and I'm not leaving you. Ever again." Pulling her in for another passionate kiss.

Pyrrha: "Inside. Now." Breaking from the kiss to tell him so, only to fall right back in.

Hawk wasted no time in catching her by the back of her legs and carrying her into the cabin. The night passed as the two of them finally confirmed their love for each other.

The Next Morning

The morning sun shined through the windows of the log cabin. The light illuminated the discarded set of clothing strewn about the floor. Hawk opens his eyes, smiling as he sees Pyrrha snuggled into his chest. His eyes slightly widen when he notices that neither he nor she has any clothing on.

Pyrrha: "*yawn* Good morning...what's wrong?"

Hawk: "Uh...nothing. How did you sleep?"

Pyrrha: "Better than ever before. Hmm? Did you shave your horns?"

Hawk: "Do you not like them?"

Pyrrha: "To be truly honest, I really didn't like them. They drew too much attention away from your eyes." Brushing her hand across his cheek.

Hawk: "Pyrrha...there's something I need to-"

Pyrrha: "Don't. Don't ask me if you already know my answer. Hawk, I just got you back; I don't plan on losing you again. If that means I have to follow you to the ends of the world, then I'll do so without hesitation." Hawk smiles softly as he places a kiss on her forehead