When hearts meet

Chapter 18 ~ A dark omen

The house was dark and quiet as they walked through the hallways, giggling and cackling like a teen couple in love, trying to hide from the parents.

The wooden floors were slippery from their dripping and wet clothes, that clung to their bodies like a second skin. Ciana didn't even feel the cold, no. She only felt the warmth of Brion's hand tightly folded in hers.

His hand was so much bigger than hers. Where hers was delicate and scarred from training and fighting, his was calloused, but no scars in sight. She knew however, that he had multiple on other locations on his body.

Not that she was thinking of his body, every muscle very visible in that tight shirt, sticking to his skin from the water he'd tossed her in.

Ciana had to admit, it had been fun, and as Brion had said, the water had been absolutely amazing. Like swimming in liquid starlight. Like drowning in magic. But all she did with Brion by her side felt like magic come alive.

They quietly walked up the stairs, careful not too trip. Brion increased pace as he walked passed some rooms, past her parents. He even had the damn audacity to wink at her as they passed it.

Ciana send a flare of wind at him, his hair turning all messy and sticky in his face.
He only stifled a laugh and squeezed her hand.

Ciana noticed a shadow in the dark and shifted her golden gaze towards it, to find Azriel just stalking out of his room, dressed in armor.

"Brion." Ciana whispered and the future High lord turned around immediately, following her gaze.
As soon as his eyes landed on the shadowsinger, a frown appeared on his face.

"Where are you going?" He whispered, Azriel would hear it anyways.
"I am the spymaster, remember?!" Azriel said as he stalked their way, adjusting the dagger to his thigh.

"It's my job to find out what these things are, where they hide, what they do. And what better time to do that, than under the cover of the dark." He simply said. The blue siphons shimmered and Ciana's gaze got lost in them.

Sometimes she wondered what it'd be like to have her magic in a siphon. Would they hold?
probably not...
No, never. But it would be cool.

"Be careful, okay?" Brion said seriously, placing a hand on the spymaster's shoulder. Azriel simply nodded and scanned them up and down.
"You should shower, before you catch a cold."

Ciana's eyes grew wide when he winked, patted Brion on the shoulder and walked away.
"He's so onto us," Brion said.

Ciana raised a brow. "Oh? And what's your plan, hmmm?" She crooned, tracing a finger up and down his chest, before she stalked off through the hall, towards his room.

She may or may not have swayed her hips a bit more than normal.

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Brion stood on the balcony, still in dripping clothes, a glass of bourbon in his hand. His eyes drifted to the stars, where he found his home, his comfort. A place where he looked up to, when he needed some guidance or advice.

Or common sense.

Because like the gentleman he is, he offered Ciana to use the shower first. He could hear all her movements with his sharp Fae hearing.

The way her soaked clothes caressed her skin, and how it fell on the floor like a sloppy pile.
How she turned on the water, her bare feet light as she stepped into the marble shower.
How she softly moaned when the warm water cascaded down....