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

Hell Hath No Fury

Quinn paced back and forth along the wall of the chapel, nervous energy coursing through him.

“Seer! Will you stop? You’re making me dizzy!” Earth said, adding a little command to his voice.

Quinn’s steps faltered and he turned and bared his fangs at the bigger ghoul, eyes glinting with annoyance.

“Fuck off, Earth!” he snarled, resuming his pacing and shaking off the pack magic that Earth had tried to use on him. “What’s taking them so long?”

Earth sighed and leaned back against the wall, going to stand with Secondo, who had joined them to wait as well.

“I don’t know. But if there was a problem, we would have heard by now,” Earth said in that annoyingly reasonable and perfectly fucking logical way of his.

Two hours had passed since the time Air and Calista should have been back from the other side of the Divide.

They’d been to meet with Boreas and to visit Amaya for the first time since she’d been sent back to their home dimension, into the care of the Council and their seers. Two weeks had passed and they’d communed only once, which hadn’t even counted in the end, as the connection dropped after only a couple of minutes and wouldn’t resume.

Quinn had tried his best to be calm and to distract himself for the past few hours since they’d been gone. He’d tried not to think about what was happening there while he was stuck here, with no say whatsoever in the decision-making processes that had been happening without him.

He and Earth both had the day off, so they’d done some physical training and some practical maintenance around the lair. Things that the pack had been putting off for what seemed like forever. The distractions hadn’t worked. At every opportunity, Quinn’s mind had strayed from the task at hand and Earth had finally given in and followed him to the chapel to wait.

They’d arrived half an hour before Calista and Air were due back, and Quinn was reaching the end of his tolerance now.

Councillor Shay had appeared as well to wait with them, and the old ghoul had his nose buried in some scrolls, oblivious to how time had slowed to a snail’s pace. He ignored the way Quinn’s patience had frayed to non-existent levels.

The hairs on his neck stood on end and he threw up his hands. He felt the atmosphere stir as the summoning magic got to work.

“Fucking finally!” he growled, going to stand at the edge of the circle of blood.

He felt Secondo, Earth and Shay come to stand with him, but his focus remained on the summoning circle.

“Is it going to be like this every time they visit her?” Earth asked, ever present death wish apparently front and centre tonight. “Are you going to be insufferable the whole time? It’s been bad enough for the last couple of weeks, but today you’ve been an absolute dick.”

Quinn shoved at him, snarling again, and Earth chuckled.

Secondo sighed wearily and his temper flared.

“Enough! They’re on the way back now,” he said through gritted teeth.

Shay did his thing, accepting the summon and a moment later Air and Cali appeared, all beaming smiles.

Air came straight to Quinn and threw his arms around him, dragging his nose along his throat.

“Well? What took you so long?” Quinn barked and Air nipped his neck playfully.

“Someone’s tetchy!” he said, stepping away. “The meeting...” he pursed his lips and Quinn narrowed his eyes. Air sighed. “It ran over. Boreas was being... difficult.”