When things are perfect, almost as if your entire life had been a complete set up storybook, how does it all end so wrong?
I looked around, seeing enemies, friends, and him, the one whom had caused all this destruction and chaos from the beginning...
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𝐸𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒜𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒸𝒽𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈
*Ominis' POV*
I felt sick to my stomach, their endevours taunted me throughout the night. I had heard everything, the confession, the lies he fed her. Everything daunted on me whilst I tossed and turned in my sheets. Theo being absent having found a girl to bed for the night did not stop their endevours being so audible. Admitting defeat, I could not sleep, knowing she was now tangled up in the mess of Sebastian Sallow's life.
She had been caught in the crossfire, manipulated into helping him, now he has completely ruined her and her prospects along with her, if there was a marriage alliance awaiting her after this whole ordeal, there wasn't going to be any 'I dos'. I felt sick to my stomach, knowing she was now completely fucked for the rest of her life, simply because Sebastian wants to save Anne. She was going to get hurt in this process, it was already life or death if we got hold on this flower.
Her tampering with the dark arts, made me sick to my stomach. He had lost his way before, he went down a path I could not follow. He would risk his life for Anne, and he almost did in that cave many moons ago. I was fortunate Eira was blind-sighted for it all, she only knew of his tamperings, not the memories and shadows that trailed behind him. She truthfully is blinded by him, I am unsure if he is actually in love with her, or it is all an act. Memories flooded my head of our countless dances, and laughs, when I was once in Sebastian's shoes, the laughter, the dances, the endless conversations was now a distant tune I so longed to hear once more.
I hated their relationship now, I wanted the fighting to resume as they once had and for them to not tamper with each other's lives. Sallow's and Pierce's should be kept seperate, despite their ambitions alining with Anne's cure I couldn't help but feel almost pushed away from it all. Eira was a blessing in disguise when I met her all those years ago, before Hogwarts, but I now longed for her to return to me as a friend, not a cold stranger I now do not recognize.
///Flashback///
December 25th 1879
She arrived with her brother taunting her about the poinsettia which was decorated into her hair, as she made her way down the stairs. We was holding the christmas ball this year, so their arrival was most anticipated by me. Eira was a soft comfort blanket in ordeals such as this, I hated the prying eyes from my family.
I heard her heels against the flooring as she approached me, her delicate hand finding mine as she greeted me, alerting company. I greeted her mother and father best I could before they moved over to the table where my parents where. The music had changed to a classical christmas rhyme, as she pulled me to the dance floor.
The sparkling fabric brushed against my touch as we danced to our hearts content. No star burned brighter than our sweet Eira. She was begging me not to return to the to the sound of England for the rest of the season, so I had a very special gift made for her, to make the separation easier, for both of us.
