A Story of Magic and Miscommunication

Chapter 22

Virgil's POV

It was thirty minutes later when Talyn and Joan found me, drowning in tears on my bed. Joan immediately jumped into action. Literally. They jumped onto the bed next to me and enveloped me in a hug.

Their datemate Talyn grabbed a blanket from the ground and joined us in the bed, covering all three of us with the fluffy fabric. I curled against Joan, crying into their shoulder as sobs violently wracked my body.

Joan shhed me gently, rubbing my back comfortingly as Talyn read a book they had grabbed out loud. About half an hour later my cries quieted, save the occasional hiccuping breath.

"What happened?" Talyn asked softly, setting the book down on the end table.

"R-Remy and I-I go-got in a fi-fight," I stuttered out, a stray tear sliding down my cheek. Joan hugged me tighter, letting me hide my head in the crook of their neck. "He s-said That Th-Thomas wasn't my f-family cau-cause he's de-ead after I-I got ma-mad at hi-im for tell-telling Thomas he wa-was murdered." Talyn let out a sigh.

"I was wondering when he'd find out." I raised my head and looked at them questioningly.

"You knew?" I asked. Both they and Joan nodded.

"We were witches, of course we knew. It's like witch 101 that murdered witches turn into ghosts. We just didn't have the heart to tell Thomas." I nodded, dropping my head back to rest on Joan.

"Hey, if you want," Joan began, making me tilt my head up to look at them, "we could teach you magic." My eyes widened.

"You'd do that?" Both Joan and Talyn nodded.

"'Course."

"Thanks." I sighed. "I should probably get Thomas back here." I held my arm at a ninety degree angle and imagined Thomas appearing. Then I gestured upwards and a bolt of magic shot down my arm and Thomas appeared, tear streaks staining his cheeks. My eyes softened at the sight.

"Come here," I said, sitting up and opening my arms. Thomas launched himself into them, crying into my shirt. I carded my fingers through his hair. "It's ok, T. You're ok," I whispered. I gestured towards the door with my head, looking at Talyn and Joan. They nodded, silently sinking out.

"Wh-where's Remy?" Thomas asked through his tears.

"Shh, don't think about that right now," I told him as I laid us down on the bed, tightening my arms around him.

"I was m-m-murdered, Virge," Thomas whimpered. I rubbed circles into his back, nodding in sympathy. After about 5 minutes, when the tears showed no sign of stopping, I began to hum.

I hummed the same song that Thomas hummed that fateful day over 3 years ago. I rocked back and forth with Thomas as much as I could in the current position.

The tears began to slow, and 15 minutes Thomas's breathing evened out, becoming deeper and slower. He was asleep. I buried my head in his hair and let myself drift off as well.

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Remy's POV

I fucked up. That was the one thought in my head as I teleported out of Virgil's house and to my room, collapsing on my bed. I fucked up. Not knowing what to do, I pulled out my phone and opened up iMessage.

Remy: Hey, babe?

♥️Emile♥️: Yeah?

Remy: I think I messed up.

♥️ Emile♥️: How so?

Remy: Me and Virge got into a big fight and I said some things I shouldn't have.

Remy: I really fucked up.

♥️Emile♥️: Ok, calm down. What did you say?

Remy: I basically told him that his found family isn't family... I shouldn't have said it.

♥️Emile♥️: That is... not a great thing to say.

Remy: Yeah no shit

Remy: Sorry

♥️Emile♥️: It's ok. Have you apologized to Virgil?

Remy: ...

♥️Emile♥️: For Christ's sake, send him a text message at least!

Remy: Do u really think he wants to hear from me rn?

♥️Emile♥️: Remy.

Remy: Ughh ur right. Thanks babe

♥️Emile♥️: No problem.

I opened up my and Virgil's text chat.

Remy: I'm sorry.