Who We Are (A Zodiac Story)

POV: Pisces (Part 4)

"...then she healed my hand," Capricorn says, snapping his fingers for emphasis, "Just like that."

By now, we've all gathered in the cozy confines of the cabin's kitchen, the air heavy with the tantalizing aromas of our recently finished dinner. Capricorn wastes no time relaying the news of my new healing abilities to the rest of the group. It's clear that he's far more enthused about this development than I am, and I find myself wondering why the stars would have chosen such a power for someone like me.

"I've got to see this for myself," Scorpio says, extending his arm toward Leo with a challenging glint in his eyes. "Go on, burn me," he demands.

Leo glares at him, rolling his eyes in exasperation. Beneath the outward display of annoyance, however, lies a lingering sense of guilt that Leo still grapples with, even after he and Capricorn had exchanged heartfelt apologies. The incident has left him somewhat withdrawn from the group, and Virgo did her best to lift his spirits, her gentle touches, and soothing words slowly coaxing him out of his shell.

I suppose Capricorn was right about Leo being sensitive - a trait I would have never expected from someone with such a fiery, impulsive nature.

"When will the rest of us get our star powers?" Aries asks, taking a large, savored bite of his grilled fish as he casts a curious glance around the group.

"In due time, it's different for everyone," Capricorn replies, folding his arms across his chest as he leans back against a nearby counter, his gaze surveying the group.

"I want super speed!" Taurus chimes in, his deep, resonant voice commanding attention as he adds a generous pinch of salt to his own plate of fish.

Capricorn furrows his brow, his gaze sweeping over Taurus "You already have a star power," he reminds him, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement.

"And that's mine," Libra interjects, her voice laced with a subtle possessiveness as she levels Taurus with a pointed glare, the elegant lines of her features briefly hardening.

"Well, maybe I admire you," Taurus counters, a sly, roguish smirk spreading across his face, causing Libra to visibly flush with a becoming blush, clearly not expecting such a bold, flirtatious statement.

I can't help but notice Capricorn shift uncomfortably, his piercing blue eyes briefly darting away from the scene unfolding before us, as if he's suddenly found himself on the periphery of a dynamic he'd rather not be a part of.

"It's late," he declares, his stern expression returning as he pushes himself off the counter. "Let's get to bed."

"But I haven't finished eating," Taurus whines, as he peers down at his plate with obvious displeasure.

"Yeah, and I want to stay up longer," Sagittarius says, his tone laced with a hint of complaint as his eyes narrow slightly in defiance.

Capricorn's brow furrows in a stern, no-nonsense expression as he dismisses their concerns with a curt, "Fine, whatever." He then turns his gaze towards Libra, his voice taking on a softer, more measured tone as he asks, "Libra, can I talk to you for a second?"

Without waiting for her response, Capricorn is already walking out of the kitchen, leaving Libra looking both surprised and flustered. She quickly dabs at the corners of her mouth with a napkin, smoothing a stray lock of her curly, blonde hair back into place before following after him. As I watch them go, I feel a twinge of unease that settles in the pit of my stomach.

What could Capricorn possibly want to discuss with Libra in private?

The others finish their meals and scatter upstairs, leaving me alone with Taurus. He grins wickedly and shifts his chair closer, our knees almost brushing together as he leans in conspiratorially. "Jealous?" he teases.