Explanations
Wynnona
I stare up at the pale-yellow roof of my room on the ship. My mind is reeling from the overload of information from Giovanni, and what I got isn't all of it. How can I be his sister? That doesn't make sense in my brain at the moment.
I notice movement in my room from my two best friends. Keya is examining the spot on the book's cover where the green stone once sat. She stares at it, still in awe, as Brett paces back and forth in the middle of the room. Oriana and the twins are in a room across from ours. After Giovanni declared me to be his sister Inezze left the office and Jake dragged Giovanni away before I could ask him any questions.
"How would you two being related supposed to work? You don't even look anything like him." Brett grumbles. He's upset. This situation doesn't make sense to the both of us and so we have both been reserved, thinking a million different outcomes through. I feel bad for Keya. How has she put up with this for these past many years?
"I'm going to go talk to Giovani." I tell the two, standing from my bed. Brett sighs and walks over to Keya. He pulls the book out of her hands and tosses it to my bed before he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her with him as he flops onto the bed.
"We're going to get some rest." Brett tells me as he cuddles into Keya's chest. She giggles and runs her hair through his light brown hair.
"We'll see you in a bit, Wyatt." Keya says with a tired smile. My lips twitch up into a smile at the nickname she gave me as kids.
"Sleep well princess." I smile softly at her, turning the lights off before closing the door. I leave the room and go to where Lillian told me Giovanni's room is. My mind makes up a list of questions I'm going to ask as I pet Star. He sits on my shoulders again. Ever since a couple hours ago he hasn't left my side, or shoulders to be more specific. I get to Giovanni's shared room with Jake and knock on the door. I hear a soft 'come in' so I open the door and cover Star's eyes at the scene before us.
Giovanni is on top of Jake, both men are naked, Jake is blushing and lets out a strangled moan, all while Giovanni stares at me like I'm crazy and gathers up the blankets to cover his and Jake's lower halves. Jake starts to kiss and suck at Giovanni's neck and I can see the pink scratches that cover Giovanni's back. It would take an idiot to not see they were in the middle of sex. Sex I just walked in on accidently.
"Hi Wynnona." Giovanni greets with an edge of resent to his voice. Jake squeaks and realises I'm standing in the room staring at them.
"Can I talk to you once you're done?" I ask in a higher pitched voice. If Giovanni and I are siblings, this is so much weirder. I turn tail and rush out of the room and close the door again. My back hits the cool metal as I sink down to sit on the floor. I don't know how long I sit there for, but I do know that I end up falling into a dreamless sleep.
When I wake up, I'm on a really comfy couch. I open my eyes to see Giovanni placing a quick peck to Jake's lips before Jake leaves. He wears a pair of tightly fit jeans with a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater.
"Is that to hide the scratches and hickeys?" I ask him with a smirk. He jumps noticing I'm awake and grumbles.
"No, it's because this ship is always way too cold." He gives me a glare. "Why did you come in anyways?" He asks, sitting in the chair across from me.
"I knocked and heard someone say, 'come in.'" I shrug as I sit up. I watch Star hop onto the back on Giovanni's chair. His cheeks fill with heat and a flush takes over his face.
"That wasn't an invitation to come into the room." He mutters softly, hiding his face in his hands. I start to laugh, a real and genuine laugh, at his reaction until my sides hurt and I can't breathe. When I get a hold of myself and look back at Giovanni his face is lit up with a large smile. "So, you had some questions for me?" He asks, changing the subject.
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Needledrop
FantasySilence, nothing by endless deafening silence. As well, darkness. Darkness that stretched for miles upon miles, nothing the human eye could see. Nothing to latch onto and feed the hunger that drives humans forward. Then, there was Needledrop. Small...