Breathless...

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Simon's POV

Penelope seems a little off during dinner, but I try fixing her mood by constantly bugging her. It's my only role as her best friend. Plus, I feel a little useless like this. . . I mean, what can I do, when even Penelope is down. She's Penelope. I don't know. . .
Then she tells me the Mage is around; I still have to report the attacking creatures to him. And I haven't seen him in a very long time, so I figure I'll stop by his office sometime soon. Penny said he's here for a week, according to Premal who's skipping eighth year and joining the Mage's Men instead.

"Want me to walk you to Cloisters?" I ask her, as we both stand up to leave.

"I have legs, Simon. I'm good." She smirks at me, but something about it is wrong. Even her blue hair is duller than usual.

"It wasn't really much of a question, I'm coming anyway." I tell her, and maybe it's out of worry. Sneaking a look at Baz, who's heading out himself, to go hunting, I give a small nod. He seems to understand, and looks between me and Penelope, then smiles at her and leaves.

"Don't you want to hang out with Baz instead?" She asks pointedly. And a little. . . Sadly? She looks like Baz with that pout. All droopy eyes; more dog-like, in fact.

"He's going out for his drink. Also, you're my best friend! Am I not allowed to walk with you?" At this point a couple heads turn, because I sound more like I'm accusing her of treason and not rejecting a stroll with me.

Penelope's POV

"Penelope. . ," he says, so low, it's nearly a whisper. Then, to spare us the curious glances, I grab him by the arm and shove him out of the Dining Hall.

"I'm right here." I tell him, when he turns around to look at me. His curls have gotten so long they're nearly whipping in my face every time I'm behind him. I bet Baz will magick them short for him; if only to prevent him from going army-style cropped hair.
     Truth is, I don't want anyone to know how I'm feeling. I'm pretty sure I'll be fine, but right now, I just. . . Actually, Baz is the one person (not really a person) who would understand. He seems like he understands every emotion that has anything to do with loneliness. I think I'll talk to him soon.
And I'm glad Simon's walking with me. I missed him. (Even though we're nearly always together.) I think Simon understands that I'm feeling something, because I suddenly wrap my arms around him; and even though he usually isn't one for hugs, he pulls me into his arms.
It's sweet. It feels comforting and warm to be hugged by Simon. His own body is always burning up. And I like reminding him that I'm not afraid of his combustible magick.
We spend the entire walk laughing and whispering, and his arm stays around my shoulder. He's more brotherly than any brother I actually have. Or I suppose actual siblings aren't meant to be nice.
          At least I have Simon and Baz. I'm good, I'll be good.
          I reach my room and hear giggling noises. Trixie and her girlfriend. . . Another pang of loneliness hits me. The feeling is so strange and so. . . Intense. It feels like it's consuming me, a monstrous emptiness sucking me in like a black hole. It's so—dark.

Simon's POV

I don't let go of her; and we take the long way to Cloisters. It feels so nice to be around my best friend. Even though it's strange watching her struggle, since she's the strongest person I know; and unlike Baz she isn't just playing a charade of pretending to this perfect, intelligent, and handsome rich kid. Penelope's really good at taking care of herself; she never needs anyone. Except Baz sometimes. And me, I s'pose.
But she sure isn't good at pretend.

Baz's POV

I catch nine rats. And gulp down all the crimson liquid willing to leave their bodies, wondering whatever is going on with Bunce.
          She didn't look too well; none of her usual bursting energy and magick about her. But Simon's with her. . . So she'll be fine for now. I'll just check up on her tomorrow.
          I climb up the seemingly endless stairs to the top of Mummers house, reaching the room I share with Simon. Still empty. . .
          I decide to finish some homework off and get dressed for bed after showering, having no idea when Snow will be back; even though I'm usually the one who remains gone until past midnight. I can't smell his blackening waves of magick nearby, so I proceed to catch up on schoolwork.
And of course, I can't tear my thoughts away from Simon Snow and his pretty bronze curls, and burning blue eyes, and freckled skin. Luckily I can manage Magick Words, Elocution, Greek and Potions while thinking about Simon.

Simon's POV

When I get back to Mummers, Baz is in the shower. I can hear the water running, and can't help picturing him naked. Baz. . .
         Then he walks out of the shower in only a towel, lightly wrapped around his hips, revealing his v-line. Taunting me. I can tell he didn't expect to see me right now because his face goes flush (must've fed recently) and he releases a little gasp.
My boyfriend. . . And what a lovely boyfriend he is.
          There's water dripping everywhere, and he's still standing in the middle of our room; his lips curl softly, and his silver eyes nearly glow in the moonlight as he looks at me from across the room. His dark hair is dripping, water deliciously flowing down the ripples of his abs. He's so fucking beautiful, it still amazes me.

Baz's POV

He showed up earlier than I expected, but after hungrily staring, he prowls towards me. I can't stop my smirk, knowing I affect Simon Snow like this. . .
         Then he tangles his fingers in my wet hair, sweeping me down into a passionate kiss. Everywhere his body touches mine feels like being kissed by a star. Magickal. Bright. And so, so hot. It feels unreal. A dream. . . Finally come true.

Simon's POV

I could never get used to sleeping with Baz in my arms. The sight of him will never cease to leave me breathless. His soft breathing, his rising and falling chiseled porcelain chest, his black hair splayed over my body. I feel like going off—it's so overwhelming, just holding his naked, vulnerable body, while he's asleep.
   All the magick combusts inside of me, and it takes a while for my heart to stop beating in my throat and go back to a normal pace. But I fall asleep better listening to Baz breathe. . . My magick steadily flows through my veins, a calm galaxy of power. Everything is quiet and magickal in a different sense. Baz is here. . . with me, where he can't hurt anyone and no one can hurt him.
He's mine, mine, mine.