Marvallia
72 hours ago.
The phrase was tattooed onto my skin.
An etched mark that I couldn't rid my brain of.
Its permanence just as confusing as its arrival:
What if we made a deal?
I'd slept every night but this one, and it so happened to be the night these words echoed through my head like an annoying doorbell. I'd occasionally get these worded prompts or visions from nowhere, but always knew they were tied to something important.
It was the human condition of a clairvoyant, and it was something I'd have to live with until my name was carved into a tombstone.
Like the phrase, my doorbell chimed repetitively, and I knew it had to be someone who was able to bypass my front gates.
Walking across my living room, I put my ear to the front door, carefully, ensuring I don't trigger my tactile vision.
"Soren." I call out, knowing it's him, weary to let him in from just how intense his energy felt.
"Marvallia, let me in--we need to talk."
"Now's not a good time."
Soren phases through the door with a stubborn glint in his eye. "I'm sorry if you thought that was a suggestion."
I take a step back and force saliva down my narrowing throat.
He looked exponentially more intense than his energy.
"Soren, we've talked about the appropriate use of your powers.''
"Oh, please spare me, Marv. I phase through a door and you use your powers to trick me--don't talk to me about doing appropriate things. You don't know when to stop, do you?" He crossed his arms, nostrils flaring in disgust.
He had every right to be mad at me. But what I did was in good faith. It always has been.
"You ought to be honest.''
"About?"
"I can't see Riordan because I'm barred from orbing to her house. That is not a mistake--orbs don't stop working unless a constraint has been put on it--"
"Soren--"
"Why--WHY of all days would you do something like this knowing the kind of danger she's in?! Are you fucking insane?"
"Soren, please, you don't understand--"
"Then make me! For God's sake, that's all you ever say! You think you're being virtuous by withholding information people have the right to know. That you have this higher reason for why you think it's best people are left in the dark, but Clairvoyant or not, that's bullshit. Why would you tell me I'm needed in Wickenam, then block me from going back to her in the mortal world? What kind of sick game are you trying to play?"
As I wandered back to my living room, my head spun like a record on a player. His energy was so disorienting that I needed to sit down.
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