Put back together

61. The kind of guests I didn't see

Mountains he didn't know towered over him like sleeping giants. At their tips he could see snow and it made his heart leap.

"Thank you," he told the horse he had 'borrowed' and let it go (let it gooo). With a little melody he made sure it'd run back home on its own.

If he took it with him, up to the mountain peaks he couldn't guarantee that it survived and he didn't want to actually steal the poor creature.

What he heard didn't match with what he saw. It hadn't for hours so he just did his best to ignore the Victorian British party he had partially drifted off to, even if the gossip the ladies were sharing was scandalous. How could that bold sailor boy just lay a hand upon-! He slapped himself to focus again.

The mountains were a welcome surprise, not just because of the snow, but also because up there it'd be easy to get them off course. To slow them down, if he did it right even by a month or more.
A month would be more than enough to execute his plan.

Virgil let the rings around his fingers become fluid and swirl around his arms. The stones pulled towards eachother like magnets, now that they weren't embedded in the metal anymore. He let them but kept them away from the earring. He wouldn't let the gem become whole again.
He couldn't.

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Logan had never stood by a mountain and looked up at it before.
He had stood on top of one and looked at the world down there or at the stars far above but never up at mountains.

They had something intimidating about them.

Thick forests became darker the further up he let his gaze wander and eventually fell away, making room for meadows where he could just barely make out cattle. And even further up was the snow.

The mountains behind it where distant and snowy.

Logan wondered how many they'd have to cross to get to the other side.

His mind wandered to the prophecy in his pocket. He hadn't thought about it in a while.
There was a portion about a mountain in it too.

On a high and cold mountain two lovers will rise

He was sure that the prophecy was happening at the moment, so it wasn't unlikely that they'd witness whatever the verse meant.

Logan decided to read through the prophecy again the next time they stopped somewhere. Just to see if he could figure out more of its meaning now with everything that he'd learned since that night in the guest room.
It felt like an eternity ago.

The path they followed wasn't very steep but definitely more exhausting to walk than an even one. At least the surroundings were nice.

Both Patton and Roman were so much happier here in Sallerow than they had been before. Logan hadn't been aware of how nice Patton's laugh was, like a clear melody, or how beautiful Roman looked when he honestly smiled.
It was... confusing. Or at least what it made him feel was. He wasn't sure how to handle it.

Patton grinned at him and before he knew what he was doing Logan was smiling back at him, which only made Patton's smile widen even more.

Logan's heart stuttered in his chest.

He wasn't sure what the conversation was about anymore, he hadn't been paying attention in a while.

His eyes met Emile's who smiled knowingly.

Logan quickly looked away.

So, maybe he did have feelings for Roman and Patton that weren't just because of their magical bond. So, what?
It wasn't like he was going to act on these feelings any time soon.
Or ever.