Timeless Decisions

fight

Morgian led the way to his dorm, with Red and Chloe trailing behind him. Once inside, he immediately turned his attention to the small vial of potion in his hand, its dark liquid glinting ominously in the dim light. He could feel the weight of the girls' eyes on him, their unspoken concerns hanging in the air.

Red broke the silence, her voice tinged with doubt as she eyed the potion with obvious disdain. "Are you sure you can trust him?"

Morgian's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he met Red's gaze. "Of course I can," he said sharply, his tone defensive. "He's my best friend."

His words were firm, but there was a hint of something darker in his expression—a stubbornness that warned against questioning him further. He glared at the girls, daring them to challenge his loyalty to Zevon.

Red hesitated, clearly unsure whether to push the issue. She didn't trust Zevon, and it was clear that Chloe shared her unease. But Morgian's fierce defense of his friend left little room for argument. Chloe, who had been quiet, clenched her jaw, her eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and anger, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

"Alright," Red finally said, though her tone made it clear she wasn't entirely convinced. She glanced at Chloe, who gave a barely perceptible nod, both girls deciding to let the matter rest for now.

Morgian's glare softened slightly, but the tension remained. "Good," he said, more to himself than to them. He turned his focus back to the potion, his mind already moving ahead to the next step. Despite the distrust swirling in the room, he couldn't afford to second-guess his decisions. Not now.

Morgian held the small vial up to the light, the dark liquid swirling ominously inside. He hesitated for just a moment, his grip tightening on the glass. Red and Chloe watched him closely, their tension palpable. Red unconsciously reached for Chloe's hand, holding it tightly as they both braced for what might happen next.

With a determined breath, Morgian tilted his head back and downed the potion in one swift motion. The liquid burned as it went down, but soon after, a wave of warmth spread through his body, chasing away the icy tendrils of the curse. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation wash over him, feeling the warmth seeping into every corner of his being. It was as if the coldness that had been creeping into his heart had never existed.

When he opened his eyes again, a triumphant smile spread across his face. He looked at Red and Chloe, who were still watching him with a mix of fear and hope. "See?" he said smugly, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "What did I tell you? Zevon is my friend. You have nothing to worry about."

Red loosened her grip on Chloe's hand but didn't relax entirely. She exchanged a glance with Chloe, both of them still wary despite Morgian's apparent success. The warmth and confidence radiating from him were almost contagious, but something in the back of Red's mind still whispered doubts.

"Maybe," Red said cautiously, her voice betraying the uncertainty she tried to hide. "But we still need to be careful, Morgian. This isn't over yet."

Morgian rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by her continued skepticism. "You worry too much," he replied, dismissing her concerns with a wave of his hand. "We've got this under control."

But as the warmth from the potion continued to spread, a small voice in Morgian's own mind questioned if it was truly as simple as he wanted to believe.

Morgian glanced up from the now-empty vial, his expression shifting to one of nonchalance. "Well," he said with a shrug, "we should meet up with my mother tomorrow, so let's go our separate ways until tomorrow morning."

His tone was casual, almost dismissive, as if the events of the day had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. He motioned toward the door, clearly signaling that their time together was over.