The Blade in the Stars (Swiss x Female OC)

11: Game Night

A/N: Hey, it's been a while since I've published a new chapter. I'd love to pin the blame on having migraines for more than a week and going to the ER ❤️ I HAVE AN EXCUSE FOR ANY CRAPPY WRITING NOW TOO , YAY! (and still having these migraines prob isn't helping, but I'm bored, so oh well)

Swiss' POV:

I took a glance down at Fenris, who was mindlessly tracing patterns against the fabric of my shirt. We had been sitting like that for a while, with her head against my chest and my hand resting against her side. We had silently opted to just sit quietly instead of trying to say anything more.

I was still trying to register everything, I think. My heart ached for Fenris, that was for sure and certain. Everything she was going through, I wanted to take far away from her. I'd rather be the one that was suffering, even if that meant taking it on ten-fold. Of course it wasn't possible, but I really wished it was. I should've noticed that something was wrong much earlier. It had all been in front of my face: the random pauses, the way she was so distant, that feeling of apprehension that I felt from her much too often.

I had missed so much. Maybe it was because Fenris blocked it from me, or maybe because I just didn't pay enough attention. Either way—though I expected the latter—I regretted it. If I had figured at least some of it out earlier, I never would've let her leave. I never would've faked going to sleep just to get some dumb fucking pills. I mean, their affects had already worn off. Sometimes I hated being a ghoul for things like that.

I felt her shift, causing me to look down. She was looking up at me, her eyes soft once I met her gaze. I tilted my head, and as always, I was caught off guard in some way. Her green eyes, which were normally sharp and icy, were resembling something like a calm forest. I noticed a smile playing on her lips, and my head only tilted more in curiosity. "Should we go to their game night?" her question came out of the blue, and I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"Do you want to?" I knew it would be good to go, but who knows if she would be comfortable. Honestly, I myself was a bit nervous about it. Just a few days ago, I would've said 'Sure, sounds fun!' but now I was unsure. For starters, Aether would be there. I don't think I was afraid of him, that would be idiotic if I was. Maybe it was the fact that it would be tense, and one of us could make the rest uncomfortable.

In general, I didn't know what to expect. I don't think I had participated in anything like what the game night would be like. At least by what Rain described. Back in Hell, the only times I would go to a 'party' was when I was dragged along to some formal gathering. I always hated those; everyone was  always sulking around and having pointless conversations.

    Okay, shut up. I didn't know why I was thinking like that because of something so simple. It was a game night, and only the ghouls I knew would be there. There was nothing to worry about, nothing to be overthinking.

    I then remembered that I had asked Fenris a question. I had clearly missed her response, and now she was looking up at me with a confused and curious look. I softly smiled, though I could already feel it not reaching my eyes. "I think it could be good."

    She looked at me for a moment longer before nodding, tilting her chin downwards so that she was resting comfortably against my chest once more. For the next few hours we stayed like that, sometimes holding decent conversations, other times in silence. Our talking consisted of the most random shit: one time we were dramatically talking about the weather (don't ask why), and at one point we were talking about the other ghouls.

    It was really refreshing to see that side of her. It was different from when I would just be riling her up, 'cause now it was her choice mostly. She spoke so openly, I thought she was a completely different ghoulette. However, one thing that caught me off guard even more was how perfect she looked. I didn't want to think it, but the thought of how perfect she looked against me kept showing up. I tried multiple times to shove the thought aside, and eventually I succeeded.