Aurora:
In a world where love had to be earned I would never be good enough. I was the black sheep in the family, the witch without magic.
While my sister excelled in every type of way I had to suffer in silence, tormented by the people I should ha...
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Behind the portals I was carefully placed on the grass only to fall right onto my butt in the next moment.
Now that I actually had to move on my own it was hard to get life back into my limbs. My muscles were sore and numb while my skin was marred in cuts and bruises.
The small amount of energy I had taken from Ronan allowed me to live but anything beyond that was tiring.
So I didn't even try standing up and instead focused on stopping my vision from spinning.
"Fuck, you didn't take enough, did you?" I heard Ronan's deep voice from behind me. His fingers pulled my hair away from my face so he could properly take a look at my inevitability sickly pale cheeks.
"You took almost nothing, right? I don't even know why it surprises me" he grunted sounding almost angry.
As a response I smirked into his direction although I was sure that it looked crooked and silly.
"I'll survive" I told him reassuringly to sooth his dragon before he could worry too much. In fact, my vision was clear again which allowed me to see the grim look on his face. His eyes were still faintly purple but I could see that flying had taken off some of the edge.
My eyes skimmed downwards only to return a second later. I gulped with wide eyes.
He was completely naked. Sure, I had already seen his back while changing but it was another thing seeing him in all his glory. And I hadn't even gotten to that part. Despite the darkness I could see the rugged muscles that covered his chest and arms.
What concerned me were the cuts that littered his arms. "You're hurt" I whispered while carefully tracing the edge of a particularly deep cut on his upper arm.
He shuddered under my touch, making me retract my fingers quickly. Maybe I had hurt him.
"Let's worry about keeping you alive first" he muttered while picking me up.
"Wait" I protested, for one because I couldn't let him carry me after seeing his injuries and secondly, because we still had to pretend.
"We can't walk into the academy like that" I told him while waving around the air. I didn't even want to know what the others would think if a stark naked professor would return with a student in his arms. People wouldn't be able to shut up.
"I won't let you walk" he stated as a matter of fact but I wouldn't comply this time.
"As much as I don't want to we still have to pretend" I protested, not having to explain all of the things this would impact. His work which was essentially his life, my work which I hated but needed. Just everything would get even more complicated.
"Fine, but at least let me help you walk" he said while shaking his head as if he couldn't believe that he actually agreed to my terms. Maybe I should've spelled the word 'compromise' out to him because he didn't seem to quite understand that concept.
