l'appel du vide (henry creel fanfiction)

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Amelia was awoken by the lights in her room switching on. Without her covers to hide in she was left to her own devices, aka her arm.

"Holy shit! Turn the light off."

"Good morning Melia!" Peter's voice rang out through the room.

"You are way too cheery for someone who just got tased." Amelia grumbled.

Peter's cheery demeanor faltered, but only for a second. "Melia, I have no idea what you are talking about."

Amelia sighed and stood up from her position in the corner and made her way over to her bed. She sat down and motioned for Peter to sit down next to her.

His eyes flickered from her to the spot where her hand patted next to her and he sighed. Peter strode over to her bed and sat next to her.

"Lift up your shirt." Amelia said.

"You want me to strip? That isn't very professional."

"Not like that! Definitely not like that. God, Peter you are so weird sometimes." Amelia said nervously. "Just," she paused before continuing, "lift up your shirt. There really isn't any other way of saying it."

Peter chuckled at her and lifted his shirt. His skin was littered with burn marks and bruises from the tasing. It looked like he wasn't only tased, he was beaten as well.

The marks weren't the only thing that caught Amelia's eyes.

His torso.

Was very fit.

She couldn't help but run her hand over the marks on his skin.

Peter inhaled sharply and Amelia tore her hand away.

"Sorry." She looked at him with pain in her eyes. She knew exactly how he felt. She sympathised with him.

"I am really sorry, for all of this." Amelia said shutting her eyes, her past flashing in her mind.

Peter pulled his shirt down and watched her for a second before taking her hand in his. "Melia, you didn't do this. They did. It isn't your fault."

"Peter-" Amelia started.

"Amelia," Peter faced her towards him and looked directly into her eyes. "It. Is. Not. Your. Fault."

His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips then back.

Amelia thought she was dreaming. She thought that it wasn't real, that is was all a figment of her imagination.

Peter leaned in slowly. His blue eyes never leaving her hazel eyes.

It was a clash of sea and earth. A battle of forces. A call of darkness followed by a choir of destiny.

Just before the clash, Peter stopped, "Lessons will be in thirty minutes."

Amelia could feel his breath he was so close. She could barely control her heart rate as he got up and left. Leaving her to eat breakfast with the company of what just happened.

And that's what Amelia did. She ate her bland toast with her thoughts swirling.

Peter was going to kiss her.

Or was he?

He was the one who stopped. But of course he did. He said it himself, it would have been unprofessional.

But why did he do it in the first place?

Amelia groaned and finished her breakfast. She opened the door of her room and saw her father. She immediately went back into her room and kept the door shut with her mind.