duša cvijet•Soul Flower

devet•nine

“whos your new friend? Replacing me already?”

“No I'm not replacing you Anto, this is Ezra” I already sent Anto a telepathic message saying not to bring up the soulmate stuff. “Ezra this is Anto, my best friend” Anto was gleaming that I called him my best friend.

“Is he, you know?”

“yes.”

“what? oh, right right, I forget sometimes”

“how do you forget?” Ezra was so cute when he was confused

“not that I forget that I'm a Zmaj, just that other people aren't, I don't leave the kraljevstvo often”

“what's that?” I'm glad Ezra asked because I knew, I just didn't know the English word

“it means kingdom” Anto was really nice, always was. “So I came here to talk about “your issue” but if pretty boy is here then I can talk about something else”

“sigh, you are beyond annoying. Just talk Anto” I heard Ezra grumble about being called pretty boy but I ignored that.

“A basically direct quote from your father “He better hurry the fuck up or else I am turning it over to the beta till he gets his shit together” unquote. He isn't happy you're taking so long”

“shit, not the beta”

“you've found him why don't you just fucking go for it. Not like he can reject you, we aren't wolves.”

“what are you guys talking about” we had ended up sitting on the ground. My knee was touching Ezras yet I forgot he was there.

“there's no point if he knows your Zmaj he can know about that.” I hated that Anto was right. I slowly lifted the coverage spell I had on to hide the vines. Ezra's mouth hung open when I looked at him again and I went into my routine speech.

“Yes, they grow from my skin, the flowers bloom from them. No, it does not hurt.”  He had taken my hand in his and was running his finger along a vine that sprouted from my wrist and went along my palm.

“This is, this is beautiful.” he finally looked up from my hand to my eyes. His eyes were sparkling in the setting sun's light. At some point, Anto had gotten up and walked over to a pond just out of earshot from where I and Ezra sat.

“um it's called duša cvijet, it's a curse, at least that's what people say.”

“this is to pretty to be a curse” his eyes were back to looking at my hand while his finger still pets the vine.

“I think it's a gift”

“How do you have it?” he looked me in the eyes when he asked

“I was born with it, basically, some of the legends we have say that if the gods think it will too hard to find your soulmate, they give you this so you'll be able to find get a clue to find them”

“how do you get the clue” his eyes were so amazing.

“one day a flower blooms with it. It's different for everyone, mine was an address.” I didn't mean to say what mine was but his curious eyes coaxed me.

“The address was my house, wasn't it” his eyes had drifted back to my hand again.

“yes.” we sat in silence for a bit, I told Anto he could leave if he wished, he did.

“Fin, am I you-” before he could finish I kissed him. I. kissed. him.