Nepenthe • Something that can make you forget grief or suffering.
Never feeling like they belonged was a feeling that Lissa Dragomir lived with, even with her family and life long best friend, although they aided in that feeling not being so strong...
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Viktoria Belikova wasn't blind, although sometimes she wished she was.
As she watched, from afar, her brother and Kate train as the sun was setting, she could tell that they were both tense, cautious, almost afraid to touch each other, so unlike the brutal and deadly Dimitri she knew her brother could be, and unlike the deadly and fast she hear Kate could be.
"Are you wondering what happened between them?" Mason questioned as he approached Viktoria, keeping his distance from her.
Viktoria jumped before turning her head to the ginger Dhampir, nodding slowly, she then turned her head back to her older brother and the kind, but deadly Dhampir that seemed to be everywhere she went, despite the fact that they were in an Academy.
Mason took this time to look at Viktoria, her shoulder blade length brown hair had purple streaks, and while it wasn't uncommon for Dhampirs to try different hairstyles before they were promised, it was a bold choice. Instead of a scarf, Viktoria was wearing a turtleneck under her Academy blazer, keeping her neck hidden.
Mason didn't need to know why Kate told the younger girl that he would protect her if Kate wasn't around, but frankly, he'd come to not question anything about Kate, it was better that way.
Although every Dhampir knew the look of feeding withdrawal, sometimes the effects vanished quickly, but sometimes, if the feeding was prolonged, or forceful, the effects took longer to disappear.
"They kissed." Viktoria said suddenly, keeping an eye on her brother and Kate, ignoring Mason's silent assessment of her.
Mason choked on his spit at Viktoria's observation, snapping his head towards Kate's distant figure, "How do you know?"
"My brother has looked at Mazur's lips at least 27 times since I started looking at them. He leans forward, towards her, but not in offensive. He's gentle-" Viktoria began to explain before Masone crooned.
"That's him being gentle?"
Which Viktoria ignored and continued, "He's almost scared to touch her, which means that not only did they kiss, but they fou-" this time she cut herself off, noticing how Kate was favouring one side more than the other, how half of her body movements were tense, almost painful, how her brother's brows furrowed with unrestrained apology.
Viktoria wasn't blind, and sometimes she was more observant than what people gave her credit for.
Without saying anything, Viktoria stood up from the bench she'd been sitting on and walked away, silent, because sometimes silence was golden, and information was a trade more valuable than currency.
