[Xaden x Y/n] Love on the Parapet

Chapter 21

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Y/n's pov

'Cherry!' Hwad shouts mid-flight, the air rushing past your face as you feel your heartbeat quicken. You tug the bowstring, desperately trying to get your adrenaline to the normal level as you feel the sizzling power drumming through your veins. Your face feels hot, the fingertips burning against the cold metal arrow and the bowstring as the energy pumps into every fibre of your bones. 

'Cherry, you have to release!' Hward yells again, roaring loudly as your fingertips tremble, your insides feeling like they are being burnt. Your stomach churns as the energy grows stronger, the light bursting inside while your breath hitches. The arrow flies before you can control it, it landing viciously in the middle of the field before you feel your throat tighten. 

'Cherry!'  

'I don't know how.' You reply, voice feeling feeble as you struggle to dissociate if the panic is yours or Hwad's at the sizzling pain taking over your veins. 

Gods. 

Hwad was channeling into you. 

But instead of manifesting a signet, you were dying. 

Because you can't control the energy. 

You can't channel through.

'Cherry! You know I would never make you do anything you are not capable of.' Hwad replies, although you can sense her panic as you struggle for oxygen. 'You have to try. You have to. Imagine a place....that you know well. And open the door blocking whatever is stopping your energy.' 

You close your eyes, feeling yourself limp against Hwad's neck, thinking back to whatever place comes into your mind. 

L/n estate.

So clear as day.

You imagine yourself running up the ivory stone stairs, the familiar vanilla scent in the air as you enter the room. The double-sized bed, made perfectly as if you were inside the room mere seconds ago, white armory decorated with gold ridges and Tyrrish runes holding arrows. White wooden desk, different colours of strings and knitting needles scattered over it, the fabric half sewn with simple runes. 

Tyrrendor. 

You run your fingers over the desk, tracing the red rune over the white fabric, a name labeled on it in funky handwriting.

Xaden. 

Your lips arch, the overwhelming warmth filling the room at the thought. His rune. The one he gifted to you, telling you the colour red reminded him of you. Said that the colour was fierce, strong, yet warm like yourself which you could not believe. You never thought of yourself as those words however you tried to be. 

'Cherry!' You look up, the warmth draining from the room at Hwad's panicked voice as the overwhelming heat returns to your bones. 'You have to do it now!' She roars in despair, the sound so painful that your gut twists. 

You squeeze the door handle, the door that you had passed through mere seconds ago feeling like a thousand stones are being tied to it. Forcing your hands to grip it, you pull with your entire weight, fingers aching from the grind. The door creaks as you bite your lips at the sizzling in your arms, shoulders screaming in pain from yanking the closed door.