𝐵𝐿𝐴𝐶𝐾 𝐿𝐼𝑃𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝐾

Chpt.21: "Spiegazioni"

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Third Person P.O.V

After Enid and Divina left, only Gabriella, Megara, James, and Y/n remain in the room together; the youngest Russo still waking from her coma-like state.

"James.. you should talk to her.." Gabriella says softly to her husband, crouched at his side as he continues to hold his daughter against his chest protectively, as if something were about to come and hurt her.

"I'll watch over our little one, go speak to your sister.." Megara sat on the other side of the room, occasionally glancing at the couple but mostly at her brother and supposed daughter that looked no older than her own age. It was a strange feeling, seeing the child she'd just birthed nearly nineteen years older, grown into her genes.

"Fine, but I won't enjoy it.." James grumbles and his wife simply hums in understanding, pressing a loving kiss to his cheek as she cradles their daughter in her arms, the young shifter letting out a pained noise before settling against her mother, as if sensing her presence.

James walks over to his sister and for some reason now all his previous courage was gone. He was going to give her a piece of his mind, years of thoughts and questions he's built up after her disappearance that had gone unanswered and now he had the opportunity to ask, to vent but he can't. The words won't spill past his lips, they choke in his throat and his hands shake and now he feels like a little kid again, standing before his older sister with not a hint of confidence.

"Fratellino.." Megara says softly, her eyes welling with tears as she sees just how old he is. Crows feet at the corners of his soft hazel green eyes, smile lines around his mouth.

James feels a lump form in his throat, trying to swallow it down as his sees his sister, wearing exactly the same thing she was wearing the day she disappeared. "Soré.." James lets out a choked noise, dropping to his knees before his sister and wrapping his arms around her tightly, tears pouring from his eyes as he sobs into her shoulder.

Megara can only wrap her arms around him and even this felt strange, something felt wrong. This grown man wasn't her little brother any more, he's older with a mustache, taller, bigger. The little boy she knows as her baby brother, the twelve year old boy she'd left behind to spend her life elsewhere.

"I'm so sorry piccolo uccello.." she murmurs into his curly hair, still as curly as she remembers it though it was darker now, having lost a lot of it's ginger quality and was more of a sandy brown with undertones of red.

For some reason the two felt like they'd lost something completely. Megara felt as though she'd lost her little brother and James felt as though this was the last time he'd see his sister again before she vanished from his hands again.

Eventually the two pull away from the hug, the older man looked more like a child now, tear streaks on his cheeks and his eyes red. Megara felt her heart pull, her hands coming up to wipe the tears from his face gently. "Stop crying fratellino.." she says affectionately towards the man, fixing the curls atop his head with gentle hands.

For anyone else gazing at this interaction they would assume the worst and not an older sister comforting her brother. "Why did you leave?" James asks in a quiet voice, nearly sounding like the child Megara helped to raise.

"I had to, there's no way I could ever make you fully understand my choices or my actions.. but know that I love you with all my heart and if I could have stayed there, with you, and kept you safe I would have.." her voice nothing but soothing, it was as if nothing had changed, she still looked the same, acted the same, still the same age and yet James knew he wouldn't have long with her before she was gone again.

"I love you too soré.." comes his soft response, voice broken with tears and wet with sorrow. He felt childish, to be sobbing in front of his older sister like this. Could he even call her older anymore? Considering she'd practically stopped in time and he was well past her age and in his forties but he would enjoy this short moment of having his sister close once more.

Gabriella watched the two from afar, Y/n stirring slightly in her arms. Her eyes hadn't opened yet but she was more active and conscious than before thankfully. Seeing the siblings interacting after so long made Gabriella feel like a child again, sitting while watching her boyfriend and future sister in law interact as the loving siblings they were.

Many people wouldn't understand the two, given the strange connections their shared because of their Russo blood. Not many are connected the way the two are, it was something deeper than blood, a connection that transends timelines. The two being connected souls in every life they've lived and experienced, always siblings, always together, no matter the form.

While Gabriella was lost in thought, Y/n began stirring in her arms a bit, letting out a small pained noise as her eyes strained to open and once she did Gabriella let out a harsh gasp like noise, immediately taking the girls face into her hands.

One of the shifters sclera was completely black making the golden amber of her iris practically glow in the dim lighting of the room.

Another pained noise falls from the girls lips, her hand twitching as it tries to move almost as if coming out of a paralysis. "M..mo..m.." Y/n says in a raspy broken tone, her throat rough and scratchy from being dormant for a while.

Both Gabriella and Megara react, though Megara immediately catches herself before saying something she felt she had no right to.

"I'm here piccola vipera, I'm here.." Gabriella says softly, holding Y/n close to her and trying her best not to cry in front of her daughter. Megara could only watch from her brothers side, hand clenching tightly at the fabric of her dress as she watched Gabriella and Y/n longingly.

"Enid? Where's Enid?" Y/n suddenly questions, trying to sit up but quickly regretting it as her body practically screams at her to stay still and with a harsh since she let's Gabriella slowly guide her to lay back down.

"She's going to speak with Wednesday amour, you need only worry abt yourself for now, you're hurt and yet you're worried about a girl.. truly you have your father's blood," Her mom comments in amusement. "I have to see her.. I have to apologize.." Y/n manages, her voice raw and rough, sounding as though someone had rubbed her vocal cords against sandpaper.

Even while under the trance of her curse the shifter could feel that she had hurt the younger wolf and the thought of that made her heart hurt, physically hurt.

So is the destiny of soulmates. They feel each other's pain, especially when it's strong emotionally and Gods was Enid in pain.

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A/n: Hello my loves, hope your day is going well♡ It's currently 100° in my city and I'm fucking dying but I felt like y'all deserved an update so here it is(it's unedited so beware) We're getting back to the romance stuff soon I promise, Wednesday and Enid get to actit have a moment next so prepare yourselves!

How are we feeling about Megara?