Unspeakable

Chapter 17: Repressed

And with this, the triangle will be complete.

This part was tricky to navigate lol

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"I can't believe you gave into her so quickly, Sebastian." Ominis sighed when he found out what had happened in that back room. "But... I'll admit... it was still the right thing to do." He couldn't imagine those kids being in the streets.

They were back at home, the two of them sitting in the living room while Diane washed her hair, insisting on getting the smog smell out.

"That's what I was thinking. You should have seen him, Ominis. I'll admit... I had no idea muggles suffered from such sicknesses that are so easily cured with potions. It makes me... think about things a bit." Sebastian frowned.

"That's dangerous territory, Sebastian." Ominis warned.

"I'm well aware. The secrecy law is there for a reason but seeing such suffering that can be so easily cured... yet we refuse to do so... it doesn't seem right."

Ominis sighed, but nodded. He had to admit... in this case he agreed. It seemed wrong. "Do you think Danny suspects anything?"

"It's hard to mistake that first glow wiggenweld gives you." Sebastian sighed. "But if he did suspect something, he didn't say anything."

"Well, that's good at least." Ominis sighed, standing up. "I'm going to go make some tea. You want some?"

"Sure." Sebastian smiled, grabbing the book from the table in front of him to read while he waited.

Ominis paused on his way to the kitchen, his eyes starting to glow and pulse with his sight as he looked back to Sebastian. He looked uneasy for a moment, raising a hand and walking back toward him. His hand was inches from Sebastian's shoulder, the bare skin of the nape of his neck visible from behind him as he read.

Rough hands against his skin, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

His hand shook, his face turned strained, and he let out a soft breath of frustration before he turned his wand-sight off and resumed his stroll to the kitchen.

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Ominis was waiting for the kettle to boil, leaning against the counter deep in thought when Diane came out of the bathroom, still trying to dry her curls with the towel. She was dressed in her light summer dress as she walked through the kitchen, stopping when she saw the serious expression Ominis had.

"What's on your mind, love?" She asked softly.

Ominis was a bit startled that he hadn't even noticed she'd approached him, but sighed softly. "Nothing."

She let out a soft sound of frustration and hung the towel on one of the chairs before approaching him, reaching up to cup his cheeks gently. "Come on. No hiding."

Ominis looked strained for a moment before he sighed again. "It's... hard for me to say."

"Then take your time."

He was silent for a moment before he asked quietly. "What's your family like?"

"The Walsh?" She was surprised by the question, and looked down sadly. "Well... they care about the strength of one's magic more than anything. Even blood status. They learned long ago that blood had nothing to do with magic strength."

Ominis had never heard of a family like that. "What do they want with all that power?"

"Well, they're something akin to mercenaries I suppose." She said quietly. "They help whomever can pay them the most."