Fire and Ice

Chapitre 20

No real warning here, some fluff maybe ?

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(V's POV)

Lilith had been with Nico since sunset but the mechanic was alone when he spotted her in the van, swearing as she was working over the sorceress swords.

"She went back inside for what I know." She didn't glance at him once, focus on her work, "She looked pretty worn out so she might be in her room. You know the way."

The witch had probably walked back to the house unnoticed, her footsteps too silent for them to hear anything.... She may have heard them discussing in the living room from what he knew, not that he had much to hide thanks to Dante.

Lilith knew everything and she was still there, kindness in her eyes whenever she looked at him, accepting him as what he was, even protecting him in a way from what Griffon had heard about her querel with Trish.....

The demoness had warned him a few hours after the dinner, taking advantage of the temporary absence of the witch to 'talk' with him. She didn't let him speak thought, her eyes showing nothing but coldness whenever his past was mentioned and she remained doubtful about his feelings toward the young hunter.

I don't even know myself..... It might as well be simple physical attraction....

'Oh come on ! Stop with that already!' Griffon hissed through his head, 'Don't know much 'bout human's feelings but you're in it pretty deeply. And physical attraction wouldn't make you worry so much about her safety, maybe what she thinks about you but again, not that much.' The bird paused, swearing about his master being a total dumbass, 'It never bothered you before, why is it different now if it's not 'cause you fucking are way over your head for the witch ?'

When did that mouthy bird became wiser than him ? The poet sighed and moved upstairs, the hall was silent and the two older girls were not spying on him for the first time of the day. He knocked softly on Lilith's door, surprised to see it opening with his touch. The room was dark, the only faint light coming from the moon outside, the chair wasn't there anymore and the witch half rested on the bed, arm crossed under her head.

Her eyes were closed, her braid falling over her back. The scene was adorable, how this charming girl had the power to ease his loneliness with her simple presence, to lift the sorrow from his soul from one smile of hers, warm his heart with few words....

The poet grabbed her shoulder, squeezing it to gently get her out of her slumber. Her eyes hardly opened, fighting the fatigue that suddenly showed on her face, her whole body seemed too heavy as she tried to move it and failed. Dark circle appearing under the dull ambers, her sickly look frightening the man.

"Are you alright ?" He didn't cared about showing worry, not with her anymore.

"I'm.... Tired, that's all..... Nuiid.... Needs my energy to heal.... Lekha can't help much during night...." Her voice was barely audible, less than a whisper, "I just..... need to rest....."