Fire and Ice (A Sebastian Sallow x FemaleMC)

Chapter 3

The final breath of a dying man is like a cold air in the Arctic, crisp and haunting. That breath, is what haunted me in my dreams, every single night. And for some odd reason, it was me, who was exulting such a breath, as I stood behind the boys dormitory, banging on the door.

"Ominis!"

I could feel my head pounding in tension as my lips grew thin and firm, waiting for the source of my comfort. The ache in my belly had seemed to have spread through my entire body as cold, spider-like fingers raced up and down my spine.

A thousand questions prowled through my mind but left unanswered and I sat on the horns of dilemma, trying feverishly to grasp at reality.

"I'm coming!" I heard him yell out as his footsteps grew closer.

I sniffled my nose as he opened the door, and without any need for explanation, his face twisted in concern.  I always found myself in awe as to how Ominis had the ability to recognise a person without the need to hear or feel their facial features, but then again, he was a wonder of rarity in this world.

"Y/N what happened?" His brows rose together, creasing his forehead in attention as he closed the door behind him, removing me from sight as the nosey boys tried to shuffle in some entertainment.

My lips had become bruised by the force I was chewing on them, and I shifted my weight from one foot to another as I tried to find the ability to speak. But my throat felt dry, like a fish in the desert and instead, a stream of water started to drip down my cheeks, staining my collar.

Ominis knew that when I was in distress I would curl up and silently shook as I sobbed, so it was no surprise when he embraced me in his arms, his fingers running up and down my back gently.

"Shhh it's alright, I've got you."

I clutched onto him tightly, my nails digging into his arms as he held me up when my knees started to buckle. I only ever got like this when my demons crept up from the crevices of my mind to taunt me. And this was exactly it, Sebastian was a demon in my past that had decided to come out and play, to suck away any form of happiness that I had left.

The gentle hum from the silver-haired Slytherin made my senses calm for a moment, enough for him to push me back softly and cradle my face in his hands. His thumbs grazed over my cheek as he wiped away the hot tear that he knew all to well.

"Let's go to the room of requirement for the night shall we? I think you deserve some well earned peace and quiet."

You might be wondering how my secret room was now a knowledge that Ominis had a grasp of, but to put it simply, after much discussion with Deek, I was allowed to let Omi in whenever I pleased. It had become some sort of a safe harbour for us whenever we needed to get away from all the chaos.  And so in agreement, we discreetly made our way towards our haven, our hands intertwined in a comforting hold.

The room had changed significantly over time, it was now much larger, similar to the cottage I shared with my parents. It had all the utilities I needed to live there full time if I wanted to, and it brought me much more solace knowing that my beasts where only a step away.

In a scurry, I pulled Ominis towards the double bed that I had conjured after I needed somewhere to rest after my many battles.  We had slept here before, so it wasn't unusual for us to share a bed together. Again, it wasn't romantic, but we both took consolation in embracing each other in our warmth.

The prime thing about our friendship was that we never asked any questions. Not unless one of us decided to speak up.

Laying down on the mattress, I rested my head on his chest as his fingers ran through my long, thick hair. He seemed to enjoy twirling my curls around his fingers, a habit I had picked up on.