Scrying again

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Eve stood behind Nesta, beside Cassian. No harm would come to her friend. This time, Nesta would be the only one who would try scrying and Eve would only act as her anchor to the present. It was safer this way- for everyone. "You are safe and no harm will come to you," Eve whispered to her. Nesta' hold on her hand tightened but her eyes remained close, her body stiff.

Eve looked at Az who was already staring at her with an intense look on his face, a small crease on his forehead. She gave him a small wink before closing her eyes.

She let the darkness encase her- comfortable darkness at first, but then it changed to something sinister. Nesta was making way then. Eve felt the temperature in the room drop as minutes passed by of silence. A chilled, phantom breeze drifted past. The hair on the back of her neck stood.

Amren let out a soft hiss from somewhere, "Where is she wandering to?"

"Shut up," Eve hissed, getting really tired of them, for some reason, and she could not help it. Az' shadows calmed her down a bit. "She is making headway."

Eve felt it then- the moment Nesta found the Mask. It was smart of her to concentrate on only one item at a time- it was easier. Eve felt the Mask' grip on them both- more on Nesta though, than her. Eve opened her eyes, her hands still holding Nesta' cold death ones. 

Images of the Crown and the Harp came and went, blurred, but the Mask remained in the forefront of her mind.

"Let go if you see it," Eve cooed in Nesta's ear and mind. Nesta's hand remained shut. But her eyes still moved rapidly behind their lids, searching, seeking. "Let go," Eve insisted again, though a bit firmer this time around.

Nesta showed no sign of fear, no scent of it. "Give her time," Cassian murmured. It was getting colder and colder. Eve shook her head, her eyes closing again, "she has found it. I can feel it. Its too- Gods, its so powerful and intriguing."

She did not see the way the rest of the Inner Circle' eyes snapping to her face, wary and confused.

"Get her out," Cassian swore when the temperature started dripping, his voice demanding and that of a General. "Now." This time around, Eve agreed. Nesta had seen enough- and Eve had felt enough.

Nesta, Eve sang through their connection. Show me, Nesta. We both can explore it more later. She felt the fog around Nesta' mind part a little. But, it was not enough. Eve snarled, "don't test my patience, let go. Now."

And her eyes snapped open, and along with hers, so did Eve.

She looked at her and there was no one else present. Her eyes, Eve thought, were so strikingly capturing. Silver fire burned within. Nothing Fae looked out through them. Rhys shoved Feyre behind him and Az was held back by Amren but Eve paid no mind to them. She sent a few shadows of comfort him before focusing entirely on the being beside her. Nesta's hand continued to squeeze hers. She squeezed back, letting her fire of the darkest pits of the Cauldron send a bite of power into her skin.

Death watched her before it turned toward the male beside. But Death had watched Cassian for his entire life, anyway. Nesta blinked at him, and he let his Siphons bite her with his power again. The fire flickered again. He nodded to the map. "Let go of the stones and bones."

Eve felt something pass between Nesta and Cassian then- as if there were an invisible magnet between their souls. She did not budge but there was a faint recognition there along with something else. Something so delicate yet full of passion.

"Kiss her," Eve said suddenly, loudly. Cassian eyes remained on Nesta's but his brows raised in the slightest. "Kiss her," Eve said again, letting go of her hand, letting only the feeble connection through their minds remain.

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