Days later, my throat healed and my head calmed its aggressive knocking against my skull. I've been sleeping in the bed, Patrik fussed over me in the armchair. I'm not sure why I liked the armchair so much, it just felt better. The scratchy fabric would irritate my skin, but provide a sense of relief. But the bed is just too comfortable and I grew tired of Patrik's complaining.
Ever since the truth was revealed, Patrik has been bothering me with his presence far more often. I ignore him but sometimes I'm so bored that indulge.
He doesn't tell me much about the war. I'm anxious, worried about Henry and Father. They need me on the front lines, not listening to Patrik's quill scribble and his hums.
All I've really done for the past few days is think. I feel like my brain is in overdrive, constantly thinking and never really having a break. I stare out the window, ignoring Patrik, thinking back to our times together.
"Can you pass me that pen?" Patrik whipsers to me in the dark corner of the library. I always make us study in a quiet corner nobody comes in. People could see us and I would rather not deal with the gossip that would follow. I wouldn't want Father gathering the false impression that we were spending too much time together.
I smirk and laugh a little. "You use nutzlo's gadgets?" His head whips up, dark hair catching the candle light.
"Don't say that." His emerald eyes flash with anger.
"What? Nutzlos?" I repeat the word.
"Yes that. Don't say that." Patrik snaps back at me, bitterness in this tone.
"Well why not?" I know why, Scalae for some god awful reason supports nutzlos or 'humans.' They think that they are equals to us, a ridiculous notion.
"Because I don't keep company with Imperists."He stands up walking around the desk. I scoff. I haven't joined Imperious, I'm only seventeen.
"Well then you can leave." I shoot back while standing up to match him. I don't particularly care if he thinks I'm one of them.
He smirks, "I don't think you want me to leave." He steps closer to me. I laugh.
"You don't anything about me then. I would live the rest of life happily if I never saw your face again." I step closer to him, so we're about a foot apart.
"Are you sure about that?" He whispers, his eyes shooting back and forth from my eyes to lips.
I can't stop staring at his stupid perfect lips that are pulled into a smirk. "Absolutely."
We get so close that I can feel his breath on my face, a part of brain is screaming at me, reminding me that he is a snake, a traitor, my mortal enemy.
But god, how would those lips feel? I tilt my head back. How would my fingers slip through his dark locks? I close my eyes as he closes his. How would his...
"THE LIBRARY WILL BE CLOSING IN FIVE MINUTES!" The harsh voice of Ms. Pine, the librarian, echoes around the rows of books. My eyes snap open to meet amused emerald ones. I take a step back, forcing distance.
"That.. that was.. um" I can feel my pale cheeks turning red under his intense stare. He hasn't moved back, just simply stood in place. Fear, anger, excitement, and humor flash through his expression. "I should go."
He clears his throat, "I should go too."
"Right, um, I'll see you later. Good luck on the economics test." I rush my words out, worried I'd stutter. I can feel my stomach aching in anticipation.
"Yeah, you too." He starts picking up his books and shuffling papers away.
I practically dash out of the library, racing up to my dorm. I slam my door, ignoring my roommate. I strip off my uniform and change into my silk red pajama set. I close the curtains around my bed and cast a sound proof charm. Then in the dark, I imagine my traveling fingers to be someone else's. I try to push those intense green eyes out of mind, finding release.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Patrik's gruff voice breaks my flashback. I shoot up and turn to look at him. He cocks his head in concern and curiosity, staring at me like I'm a complicated puzzle.
"My thoughts are far more valuable than a penny" I quip, turning back around and facing the window.
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Birds Of War
RomanceAn enemies to lovers back to enemies story. --------- "He said we remind him of Romeo and Juliet" "Who's that?" "Two characters in a human play. They're star cross lovers because their family has a feud. But, because of them, the families reunite...
