Codex

15 - Inseparable, Kind Of

For the next half hour or so, my mind dipped in and out of attentiveness, touching down upon the realms of thought and slipping between the toes of wonder into the bottomless waters of when and how to test the temperature. Eardrums increasingly insensitive to the outside fuss and commotion, I stared on blankly whilst Donna's daughter sobbed eternally into her bosom. The more this scene unfolded, the more my eyes focused. Those thoughts in my head, the worries and scepticism I had about Donna, that vilifying and hollowing notion that infected my brain with lies and laughed in my face about how ignorant I was of her, all that seemingly deep self-observation came crashing down when I saw that girl. Sheesh, being that beautiful should be a crime.

Great, now my raging hormones sacked the importance of the very issue at hand, but as much as it brought me back to the present, it also allowed me to finally hear this conversation between the royal family.

"Did he really save you?" she asked, her loosed amber hair falling near the table as she stood up, her hands propping her up as if she was at a heated debate and turned furious.

"Should I have not?" I asked, finally speaking, earning their focus and surprise. More unrecognisable faces crept in every now and then, setting a humid feeling in the room.

"What right do you have?!"

"The right of a pubescent boy with no privacy, though, it didn't bother me."

They gave their mom a strange look afterward. Didn't they discuss all this stuff when I spaced out? Donna sniggered, blocking her mouth, "Well," she shrugged a little, "I may have implanted a piece of my mind in a book and got trapped in his mind after he opened that book," she chuckled nervously like a kid in trouble. If they weren't discussing the important things that I thought they were, then what did they say to each other when I traversed the maze of my thoughts?

"You got trapped, in his mind? Wait, explain how you came back alive," the bearded king told her, leaning forward on the table in genuine question.

Seriously, what were they talking about before? She began explaining again, and to be quite frank, despite the unexpectedly harsh sting that Donna was no longer with me, she found her home and I was happy for her. The ever-increasing crowds filled the room and I took that as my cue to depart.

I got up and pushed the chair into the table. A tight grip coiled around my wrist, "Where are you going?"

"What do you mean where? Home, to Aquan. Don't give me that needy look, it doesn't suit you. Really, rude, disrespectful and insulting one's very nature until she's satisfied is more like you."

"And what will you do when you go back?"

I pocketed my hands and looked off into the ceiling, "Hell, I dunno. The Order is getting pretty boring," I commented. Murmurs and gasps filled the finely decorated and slightly echoing room.

"A user from the city of mages!" I heard someone exclaim in a low voice, so as not to disrupt the talks too much.

I guess the Order is kind of a big deal. Well, they were always a big deal, I just never paid it much attention.

"Well, when it gets boring, you know where to find me," she said, turning to face me.

I don't know what I was thinking–if anything–but my body moved in and I kissed her on the forehead. The king's eyes shot daggers at me; I could almost see an image of a guillotine in his eyes' reflection. "Calm down," I told him indifferently, "Donna's literally been a part of me for seven years," I stated, then murmured, "whether I liked it or not," and reverted my voice to normal, "surely a little kiss on the head is fine. To be honest it kind of feels like I just cut my legs off and handed them to you," I told the furious king who slowly calmed as I talked.