Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4: Papa IV Era & The Main Event - Fate Breaker (MxM)

The Long Way Home

Welcome to part 4 of this story 🖤

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The sky was bathed in a majestic orange glow as Quinn strode out of the mansion and into the gardens of the Santos' family stronghold, carrying his most precious cargo who clung to him with delicate claws.

The kit was anxious and he let his quintessential magic work in the background, seeking her out and trying to smooth over her ragged emotions. She was still trembling but it was barely noticeable as Quinn found himself wracked by shivers also. Shock, he thought. Most likely shock.

He walked towards a grand looking stone fountain on the circular driveway and that was as far as his legs were going to carry them. He flopped down onto the ground, back to the low wall and he buried his nose into her hair.

Air and Earth had followed him outside into the dawn and through the turmoil of his emotions, Quinn felt his mate sending him a warm caress - reassurance and love, the things that he needed the most right then. He let it in, trying to hold onto it and he used it to ground himself.

Air moved closer and crouched down beside them, reaching out and laying a gentle hand on Quinn's shoulder.

"What's your name, sweetness?" he asked the kit softly.

The ghuleh shifted slightly and sniffed, wiping the back of her hand along her nose. Air handed her a tissue. Fuck knows where he got it from and Quinn snorted a laugh at the random thought. Of course Air would manifest a fucking tissue from seemingly nowhere.

He took a deep breath, clamping down on the hysteria that still swarmed around him.

"Amaya," the ghuleh said, her voice so quiet that it barely carried.

"Amaya?" Air said, smiling warmly at her. "So pretty. Just like you."

She sniffed again and turned her face so that she could see him through the strands of pale hair that had fallen over her face.

Quinn was vaguely aware that Primo's ghouls had just arrived. They'd flown over with them and were going to be staying at the mansion for a while to search through the rooms and sort out any artefacts and items of importance that Secondo and Seren wanted to take back with them. He felt their curious glances but Earth fielded them inside and told them where to find Secondo.

"Is she dead?" Amaya asked.

Quinn heard the steel in her voice and recognised it as being all Calista. He smiled when he realised that she was strong like her mother. The mother she was probably completely unaware of.

Air gave Quinn a concerned glance. Apparently Amaya was unaware that if Lucia had been dead, then she would be too.

"She is contained," Quinn said, hearing the gravel in his voice. "She will not go free from this."

Amaya nodded resolutely.

"Are you Clergy ghouls?" she asked, glancing up at him.

Quinn couldn't help but stare at her. All of the years of worrying and wondering about her and here she was, in the flesh, holding him and looking to him for protection.

She didn't realise who he was. She didn't realise what he was to her.

He swallowed thickly and nodded. The silence had stretched on a little too long and she looked at him expectantly.