Moving on, moving forward.

You're Drunk.

Lysandra stared up at the ceiling listening. She could hear the faint chatter and laughter of people down stairs. She had been lying there for who knows how long, just listening. Occasionally, one voice stood out from the rest.
Aedion.

The two of them had had to spend a lot of time together while the others went to get Aelin. He was angry at her. He said she was a lier when Aelin was taken. They had been pretty good before that, great even. And then that happened and ever since there's been this kind of rift between them.
He was like his cousin in the fact that he didn't forgive easily. At all.

She rubbed her hands roughly down her face, trying to dispel the image of him. All handsome and strong. Arrogant yeah, but so was Aelin. She figured it must run in the family. The conversation downstairs quieted, a laugh and then silence.
The stairs creaked.
Someone was coming up.
She sighed and pulled herself up from her bed, walking over to the mirror. She studied her face, or not her face. If only she could remember her actual face, that's what she wanted. She wanted to look herself again.

The conversation resumed downstairs, different this time, more serious.
There was a knock on her door.
She took one last look in the mirror, her lilac nightgown hugged her curves tight.

Aedion was leaning against the door jamb when she opened it and he straightened up.
"Did you bring me chocolates?" She asked, crossing her arms.
The slightest smirk danced on her lips telling Aedion that she was joking.
"I did actually, but Aelin ate them," He replied cringing and putting his hands up, "Will you take an IOU for now?"
"I suppose so," Lysandra sighed deeply, mock-disappointed.
She looked up at Aedion and gave him a tight lipped, apologetic smile and opened the door wider, welcoming him in.
As he walked past her, his scent crept up on her and she breathed it in. Goose bumps popped up on her arms, he smelt so good. She shut the door behind her and leaned her back against it, clutching the door knob in her hand.
Aedion made his way over to the faded white dressing table and sat down.
He looked at the ground for a moment while they sat in silence before he sat back, sighed, and ran his hands through his hair.

He studied her. His eyes roamed down her figure and then up, lingering in certain places.
When his eyes met hers they pinned her to the door.
"Lysandra," his voice cracked on the end of her name.
A chill tickled its way up her spine and she rolled her shoulders, "I'm sorry Aedion."
The words bursted out of her and she clamped her mouth shut.
"I know," he whispered simply. His head was leaned against the top of the chair's backrest and he looked at her through his lashes, eyes almost closed, "I know."
Lysandra paused for a moment and thought about what she was going to say.
Aedion spoke before she could, "I... I forgive you," he sat up and looked her directly in the eyes.
Surprise and relief filled her.
He stood up and began slowly walking towards her, "I forgive you Lysandra. I wanted to stay angry at you but I just.... I just can't."
He stopped mere inches from her and her relief and surprise was replaced by a fluttering heart and sweaty palms.
What.
The.
Hell.
His hand moved slowly up towards her face and lightly brushed her cheek. Her body heated at his touch.
"I know you're close to Aelin, I know you love her more than anything. I understand, I love her too," her voice was breathless as he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.
She opened her mouth to speak again but he interrupted her, stepping closer so their toes touched and their breaths mingled, "I don't want to talk about my cousin."
Lysandra's eyes unwillingly flicked down to Aedion's mouth and he moved closer.
What was happening to her? This was so unlike her.
She felt the warmth of his breath before  his soft lips touched hers. She thought she would push him away but she realised as she relaxed into him...
She didn't want to.
It was a sweet kiss. One side saying sorry and the other saying I forgive you.
They pulled back and she looked into his eyes, they may have been the same eyes as Aelin, but there was a different person behind them, a different soul.
Wesley flickered through her mind and sadness and guilt filled her. She stepped away quickly and cleared her throat.
"What's wrong?" Aedion asked her, his hand enveloping her's.
"Ah..." she grasped for something to say, then she smelt the wine on him, "You're drunk."
Aedion froze for a split second before defending himself, "Pffft! I'm not drunk that's ridiculous!" His head raised and faced away in defiance. He looked at her through the corner of his eyes and she gave him a dry look, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah I'm drunk." He said looking down, reminding her of a child who had just been caught doing something bad. She hated to admit it but her heart melted a little. He rubbed the back of his neck and lifted his head to look up. His shoulder length golden hair glinted in the dim light as he ran his hand through it again, clutching it in his fist before letting it go. He sighed.
Tilting his head down to look at her, he smirked, "Don't try and change the subject."
"I'm not," she denied as she turned and walked towards the dresser.
"Yeah you are, what's wrong?" He put his hand on her arm, his voice serious now.
She looked into the mirror, studying her not-face again.