Felix Fractured

: stars

"Starwatcher (Maru's Theme)" by ConcernedApe

SCOUT

"Crawford, I thought I told you I'd take over your post for tonight," I growl as I sense the subject still approaching me. I refuse to turn towards him.

"I'm sorry for disobeying a direct order, but I've decided I'm going to say what I came to say," His tone comes across collected, but I still look for the usual sass he likes to torment me with on a daily basis.

"Which is?" I toss an arm in the air in a nonchalant to manner, still facing away from him.

"..."

The lantern beside me flickers twice before I break the silence, "Great, good talk."

"I'm not going to talk until you give me your full attention," His stubbornness appears to be even worse than usual. It's strange that he's taking it to this extent, though. We argue but he doesn't usually push me like this. That's my job.

"In that case, you can stand there all night," I grumble, mildly irritated. I don't want an ultimatum. I came out here to catch a breath, but I can't have a moment to myself. Not to mention I don't know what to do with the idea of him. I'm emotionally played every time I encounter him and I see that as a weakness.

A few minutes pass and it becomes evident that he's not going anywhere. I scoot over a little, but still don't spare him a glance. He takes a seat beside me and I realize how small these posts are. If I lean a little, we'll be touching.

"Do you see the stars, Alpha?"

What the hell? Stars?

"Is this seriously-"

"Do you see them?" I'm reminded once again of his persistent nature. He can argue just as good as I can. The conversation will not be over until I comply and hear him out.

"Yes," my tone is dry as any desert.

As ridiculous as I'd made the idea seem, I realize I haven't paid them much mind since I've been helping out here this summer. Even though it's the same sky, it feels a little different being away from home. They're still calming but somehow a little colder.

"I can't remember any of the facts from astronomy class, but, Kristen, do you believe in destiny?"

He's building to something and my nerves are spiking. Why am I getting anxious? I want to run but there's no where to go. He's blocking the only exit and I'd be a coward if I left. For some reason, that bothers me so much. Almost as much as he does.

He clasps my hand and a feeling shoots through me. Something I've never felt before. The hairs on my arm seem to stand up straight like I'd just rubbed a balloon across them. How could I have been so in the dark about something right in front of me?

Damnit, Alexia. Your playful predictions aren't supposed to become true!

"I just want to know your answer," his voice is just above a whisper. I debate pushing him off, but I'm frozen in place. I've held him under many categories but clearly I was wrong about patience. How long had he known I was his mate?

"I think it has a purpose, but it can also be subjective." He lets me go, just as he said he would, but I'm still rigid with shock. These intrusive thoughts... how could they be true?

This can't be happening. I'll find a way through everything else for the better but this... this is entirely different. I like to be prepared and... and ready. I like returning to find everything where I left it and working the way it should be. Instead of cutting it close but getting out unscathed, it's going to be disastrous. Instead of hopeful, smooth sailing in the future all I can see is a capsizing wave in the distance.