Clair de Lune

29. Past lives

Everyone seemed on edge for the rest of the day. They skirted around each other, avoiding the opposite party and trying to keep to themselves. The only ones who seemed to put it aside were Murmur and Thamyris, who were both sitting at the bench of the piano and playing. The ones who had the most tension between them were Osiris and Marshall, unsurprisingly. I was beginning to wonder if Osiris had another form because every time she got near him, she bristled with an unknown energy that sent shockwaves through the building. I felt as if I was the only one who could feel it, and I wasn't sure if it was just my intuition, but I knew it wasn't something that just anyone could feel. Every once in a while I'd see her turn her head to me, her eyes having melted completely into golden orbs.

It got to the point eventually that I swiped Marshall's keycard and walked towards the elevator, sliding it through and feeling the floor jolt to a start. At the very last second Necro leapt up onto the lift and rolled to a crouch before standing up. I was doing my best not to laugh at him, but even that was impossible. I broke into low chuckles and listened as he did the same.

"Have fun there Indiana Jones?" I snickered.

"I'm just glad I caught you before you left." He grinned, running a hand through his hair. I moved closer to him, inching my feet over until my fingers touched his. I gripped his hand gently, surprise breaking out on all of his features.

"Thank you for taking my side, Necro," I told him, letting out a grateful sigh as I closed my eyes, "I didn't like having to do that, but I just..."

"Don't trust anybody," He finished my sentence for me, "I agree with you fully." Necro's face turned towards me with a small smile, "I hope I wasn't included in that little rant about trust though."

"Of course not." I shook my head. "I trusted PASCI too much, Sergei, it was a mistake."

We stepped out into the sun, the beams hitting my bare skin. It felt good, although it felt very overwhelming as well. I wondered if I'd fare better in the winter, where I could still be wearing the same clothes and feel like it was just the right temperature.

"So can we talk about last night? Or would you rather me drop the subject?" Necro asked quietly as we walked, his fingers twitching slightly in my grip.

"I don't have a lot to say, really," I laughed awkwardly, "I think I might have some things to explain to you, though."

"Well, why don't you start?"

"First of all, I don't know how I feel about you," I told him up front, "I'm not saying that as in I can't make up my mind, I mean it as in I didn't realize I felt anything towards you like that until that happened. Second of all, I...I'm not sure if I can be with someone else, not right now, especially with what's going on around us and with my past. The boy I loved has only been gone for two months, and I've only been awake to comprehend it all for maybe three weeks. I'll admit, we didn't have much, but it's going to take more than just a month to get over."

Necro nodded softly, understanding in every movement he made. He wasn't an irrational, unrequited lover, he was analytic and critical. He knew what he was doing when he kissed me.

"I think I can live with that," he smiled finally, "honestly, I wanted to kiss you to see if I even felt anything."

"Did you?" I asked curiously.

"I felt something. I'm not sure if you'd call it love, lust, or and attraction, but it was definitely something."

"Okay, thank God, because that explains exactly how I feel," I groaned quietly, a huge weight off of my shoulders, "thank you so much Necro for just understanding this whole thing."