Fire and Ice

Chapitre 28

Short chapter about other character that you will recognize quite fast ^^

Don't worry, we'll go see V and Lilith soon.

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"Life isn't a fairytale, you know. Love can be powerful but it won't break a powerful dark spell."

Small and delicate pale hands were resting against a strong, tanned and bare chest, her chin on them as she was contemplating the man beneath her. His short colored white hairs due to his magic path, ice mages were not usual, mostly because their body took a huge toll from the sharp power and that the few ones that made it past their forty were prone to be alone. But the young wizard laying in bed with her right now was still twenty-eight, almost twenty-nine, body strong, not much sign of his power marking his skin except for the small white tattoos on his hands. And he had her now.

"Amaranth...." His voice was soft, like a soft breeze in the summer, "I'm just telling you that sometimes, love can change you. It can give you a power you didn't even suspected."

Her blond braided hairs fell from her shoulder as she sat up, stretching like a cat and slightly wiggled against him, a devilish smile on her lips. She knew the effect she had on him, her bare body exposed in the dim light provided by the fireplace nearby, the simple dark line tattooed right under her breast, the earrings she was always wearing, her bright blue eyes glowing with magic, he liked everything. And his body betrayed his thoughts right now.

"Hum ? A power you didn't suspected ?" She playfully poked his nose, wiggling her hips more, "I admit you surprised me, Sweetheart."

"Uhg... Oh god ! Ama.... !!" His hands stopped her hips firmly, he didn't looked angry, just a bit annoyed and embarrassed, "That's not what I'm talking about..... Darling, you are the worst."

"I know that." She gently leaned to kiss him, a small one before standing up to put another stump in the fire, "That's why you love me. I spice up your life. You are my ice and I am your fire."

Two powerful forces, opposite yet the same, completing each other, only whole when together. She had understood the meaning of his words, the hidden words behind it but she wasn't a daydreamer like him, she had her feets on the ground. Love was a strong feeling but not much helpful against dark magic.

"Why are you so obsessed with dark arts anyway ?" He grabbed her wrist to pull her back into his arms as she came back, "You don't plan a war or something like that, right ? .......Amaranth.... He promised to leave us alone, to never use any other dark spell anymore. My mother's death.... That broke him..... She was everything to him, you know...."

The blond sorceress leaned foreward, cuddling into his arms and showing him all the affection she could, even after those few years, the subject was still touchy.

The dear woman had been a freaking good hunter, not a witch, not a demon or half demon or anything, just a normal human skilled at killing demons with swords and daggers. And human could die easily..... The moment Amaranth had laid her eyes on her, the two of them knew. They knew it was too late. Yet the sorceress tried, using healing potions, balms, spells, anything she had at hands except dark magic of course. But in the end, the fate of the woman was written from the start, she had known it. Her son had accepted her death, even if it was still hard for him to talk about it, but his father....

"You saw what he tried to do.... Heard what he had done..... I just want to make sure I can protect us....." Her voice was low, trying to sound reassuring as the fear of losing him was creeping inside her. "Love is a thing, and I know your mother liked to say that 'it is the most powerful feeling', but she wasn't a witch, it cannot shield you in any way...."

".........yeah...." He sighed, defeated, making her regret her words instantly.

It wasn't her intentions to bring him down or anything, she had only let her damn brain talk again. He was the dreamer, the cheerful, the cute one despite his vocation. His personality had always fascinated her, never had she saw him angry before the day his father hurted her in front of him, never had she saw him burst out in rage like he did, chasing his own kin away, running after him an hour later to talk only to come back with a sad smile on his face, telling her that they would be alright, he would left them alone.

If he wanted to believe that love was that strong, who was she to stop him from that ? She was deep in her thoughts when his lips on her neck startled her, making her loose the tracks of what she was thinking.

"Remember when we tried the infusion brought by the old granny with the sari ?" She nodded, remembering the old woman offering the small ornated box containing a mix of herbs.

They had helped the tanned granny and in return she had given them some herbs for their tea with a wink as she left the island. After trying it, finding it quite spicy and understanding the knowing look on her face, he had had a restful night. Not only because of their activities but also because of the weird dreams the young mage made. One where he had seen another sorceress with blond hairs like Amaranth, same pale skin but with golden eyes like him, locked in a small black jewel by a powerful black spell, desperately staring at her body, inert in the arms of a dark haired man. Their love for each other was so strong he had saw the dark prison's shattered and freed her. From that night, the young icy mage was certain his love for his sorceress could protect her from anything, their love would survive his power.

"My love for you is as strong as the one showed in that dream, my darling." He whispered into her ears, pushing her back on the mattress, "Here, let me show you...."