the beautiful grave (book II)

old routine

frost

"So... you knew this whole time how to get her back and you didn't feel like sharing?" Damon spat the words out to Frost as if he wished they were toxic. He was hard in the face; no doubt wanting to punch him for his 'despicable' actions.

     Lily had fallen asleep in his arms somewhat an hour ago and, with a gentle peck to her cheek, he reckoned it was best to explain his side to the others. Needless to say, so far, it wasn't going over well.

     Unfortunately for him, Skye wasn't here to help him plead his case. The bitch had fucked off. Literally. Jacinda informed him upon coming to the meeting that she'd come to her office and dropped out.

     So, she left him all alone, to try and convince his friends (well, some of them were) that it was all in the name of making Lily better.

     "No, Damon, it wasn't like that at all. Only hours ago, Skye revealed to me why she enrolled in the first place..." He trailed off, staring at the headmistress. She sighed as everyone else noticed.

     "Yes, I knew."

     As the rest began to hurl insults or their feelings of betrayal, she held up a wrinkled hand that shut them all up, even Damon.

     "I, upon learning she had history with magic, called her up and told her what was going on at the academy. She filled me in with the promise that she knew the antidote." She paused to look at everyone, who she knew were accusing her of treachery. "And she did – I don't see what the problem is here. Miss Red is alive and well thanks to her efforts."

     Frost let a small growl escape from his lips. Skye may have held the answering to restoring Lily's memory, but he did the unforgivable and buried her. If they should thank anyone, it should be him.

     From beside a smirking Violet, Marisol's mouth was quivering. Like the Leighton brothers, she wasn't pleased with the outcome.

     He's going to hurt her all over again, she's never going to see it.

     Her thoughts were chaotic, like she was set in to overdrive. So many feelings there, plus a few images he would rather unsee.

     It seemed like he had more than one competitor here.

     And, because of this, he didn't disprove her thoughts. On some level, she could be right, the cycle could repeat itself. He hated to consider it, but they lived in a world where anything was possible. For all he knew, she could be foretelling the future there.

     "Lily is alive because she wanted to be."

     As the words tumbled out, he made out the expressions of confusion on each and every one of their faces. Damon was the worst.

     "What do you mean?" His brother Alec input, probably because he couldn't.

     "Skye told me that she only stayed dormant because she wanted to, it was a matter of choice whether to come back or not. It wasn't until eleven days dead that she decided to be reborn."

     That didn't help all that much with the bewilderment. Sunday pressed a finger to her forehead and tried to make do, he guessed.

     "What Penn is trying to explain here is: Miss Red was hesitant to return to this world."

     All heads turned at once to the man standing in the doorway. Ever appearing the gentleman, he wore a grey cushioned suit with smart-looking shoes to match. He held his cane behind his back, and he thrust his chest forward in a snobbish manner.