Orion

Thirty-Two. Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board

You guys, this was twenty pages bc i still felt bad and i really enjoyed writing it. Ofc I'll go back and edit and let you know, prolly nothing too serious! I hope you liiiiiike it 🤪 im about to try to write birdie, but if i can't this book will be updated again. This and birdie are my faves. Micah's still on my nerves rn

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"A cure I know that soothes the soul does so impossibly."

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Her hands were shaking. Sweat had moistened her upper lip during the four minute drive from his house to the one that she was staying in. Neither of the two said a word. The air was thick and tense.

The passenger side visor was still down. The mirror cover was still flipped up.  Mahogany wasn't even looking at her eye anymore, just staring at her cupid's bow. She didn't have to look in the mirror to know the dread that still dominated her expression, the fear, the apprehension that was there as well. She also didn't have to look to know that her pupil was still veiled.

Orion hadn't said anything either.

The car slowed to a crawl before finally stopping right in front of the garage. The moment they were no longer moving, Mo had the door open, and her body out of the car. She ran back into the house, and could hear and feel Orion, who was hot on her heels.

"Hey! What's going on? Where are you going?"

She didn't bother to answer him as she made a beeline towards the room on the first floor where all of her supplies were.

Everything was still in the boxes that she had put them in, all of them, everything. She had only been back on the Aerin pack's territory for not even two days, and hadn't even thought of unpacking thanks to her mate keeping her so preoccupied.

Gripping the door knob of the master bedroom in her clammy hand, Mo tried to turn it, but the knob was so slippery that it didn't give.

"Fuck," She muttered as she let go of the knob to wipe her hands on the navy sweatpants that she was wearing before grasping the doorknob once more, and sighing when she actually managed to turn it that time.  She was scared and nervous, and didn't want to do what she was about to do, but it was like her body was on autopilot.

Mahogany entered the room and began to dig through and dump box after box onto the floor as seconds passed into minutes. Frantic didn't come close to describing what she was becoming as she looked for the things she needed right now.

Eventually she stood up with a growl of frustration, and looked to her right, noticing that Orion was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked confused, and intrigued, but she didn't think any further past that, and pulled her gaze away from him as jogged into the large bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, headed straight for the large, double-sinked vanity where she studied her reflection to see that her eye was still white.

Fuck.

After turning the cold faucet counterclockwise, she cupped her hands under the flow of cool water, and watched as her hands filled before bending down and splashing it on her face before repeating the action two more times, then going back into the room where she continued to search through the boxes until she found what she was looking for. This time, she found purchase almost immediately.

Her personal talismans were in a gallon sized food storage bag- the pieces of string  just barely resembled that, looking more like burned strips of cloth, the fibers had lost their color and were barely holding themselves together after being burned at such a high temperature. The silver which had been liquified was now a dark, ashy lump that almost looked like a shiny piece of gravel that had been picked up from a driveway. The glass that once was crystal clear before she burned it was now a cloudy blue and smudged with the dull black soot of old ashes. The corners, once sharp, were now more rounded like they had been sanded down as if to avoid cutting the flesh of whomever decided to handle them. The abalone shell that housed the ashes was no longer emanating a soft heat when she held it. It was cool in her hand, which was off-putting after it had run on the warmer side for months.