Leap of faith, rebuilding our worlds

Chapter 7: A Spooky Day 1/2

Notes:

Hello! I am back! I apologize for my desapearance but I was not feeling too good, so I decided to take a small break and I have too much things to take care, with school and the pandemic my mental health is not the same as it was but I am back and I will start uploading and working on the next chapter.
Chapter Text
31/10/2021

Rayla had the best sleep of her life. Callum surprised her with a note since he needed to paint early in the morning for a new idea he had, the note made her heart flutter and her breath became heavy.

" Rayla, I want to show you that I want you too but I am not ready for that just yet. I will sleep in my boxer since is the best I can do right now since you... told me how you feel about my scars, you are welcome to sleep however you want"

Rayla remembered each word in her mind while she was laying on his bed. She showed him that she was going to be with him and support his decision by sleeping with only her underwear. She had her doubts but she was proven wrong when she woke up after he kissed the top of his head.

Rayla never showed but she was afraid of him making a move on her while she was sleeping but nothing came, he did the same thing when they cuddled, his arms touched only her stomach and his chest was pressed against her back, her legs intertwined but nothing else. She was happy that she was proven wrong and mad at herself to think that Callum would do something so inhumane but she knew that it was more a systemic reaction now than her mind playing tricks.

" From time to time, you get used to certain ways of reaction. Some are based on fear or joy but the worst to change are those that came from experience. I can change how I wield a sword or a rifle but I can't change how I would look everywhere if I woke up before Runaan" Her dad had told her that when she was scared that she had created in a bad way and hurted someone but after that she understood that she was protecting herself rather the pushing the blame on herself.

Rayla decided to visit her prince while he painted but she remembered that it was Nyx and Claudia's turn to watch over Ezran and Aanya and help them into their disguises. Ezran was like a kid, even if he was taller than Rayla but his choice of costume made him look like a little kid in her mind. Ezran and Aanya were going to coordinate their disguises with their families. "A royal family" he had told her and tried to convince Callum that he needed to be a prince too but Rayla had another plan.

Rayla stepped out og the bedroom and went to the little balcony, sure people could see her in her underwear if they were on the other balconies but it was a family or a party holiday. She found him, focusing on his painting wearing some black shorts and a big white t-shirt with paint all over it. His emerald eyes were shining with the sun and for Rayla he was a true masterpiece. 

The side of his face was lighter than the other one thanks to the sun. The wind was moving slowly, his hair like a sleeping storm, waiting to be released. His right hand was moving, sometimes it was slow and long while others were quick and short. His lips were pursed and he was alone in his world.

"He looks like he is painting something so profound and it could be a puppy" She thought to herself with a chuckle while she leaned on the frame of the door she had not dared to cross. She felt like an intrusion if she stepped in, not because she was a burden or a distraccion but it felt like His space, his mind and soul open when he painted or at least that was how she felt about it. It was something so personal that she understood.

" I never entered there, it is his palace and there I am no one. I would never enter there unless there was an emergency since it is where his demons and angels live and I, even as his husband, could not interrupt his rhythm, his momentum. There is his own personal world that I don't want him to share with me but only with himself, where he is truly free to be himself" Rayla remembered what Runaan had told her about Ethari's workshop. How it was a magical place for her dad that not even him dared to enter there, how utterly personal that was, yet she and him shared the same pasion, looking at their special other to their craft in silence, hearing them breath an air that was different from the the rest of the air and at the same time it was different, how their bodies were unshackle by their time and only them existed there.