She was the perfect child, second inline for the throne, until she wasn't. The burned ones aren't the only threat Alfea faces, irreversible damage caused and secrets kept. As a child you learn that light is good and shadows are bad, but what happen...
｡･:*:･ﾟ★"Then I'll rip her throat out. Next problem.":*:･ﾟ☆
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｡･:*:･ﾟ★"I played the 'do you know who my mate is' card, obviously."･:*:･ﾟ☆
Octavia
Shit. SHIT.
This is not good. This is not good. I race through the hallways, Sky close on my heels. Why would she give us this now? Why risk giving it to random fairies to just pass along and hope it gets to us safely.
"My love?"
Terra's gone after Bloom, said she'll try and talk her down. Play the whole "if there was ever something between us" card. Sky and I both tried to talk her out of it but she's determined to help us. To help herself in some way. I can't deny her an opportunity to do that herself.
"Octa." I ignore Sky.
I'm shaking. The death grip I have on that fucking vial the only thing keeping me grounded. I have to find Beatrix, and Bloom. And even fucking Stella considering she had the stupid vial in the first place.
"Octavia!"
I whirl around on the hand that grips my arm, half wild as a snarl breaks free from my lips. Sky's eyes are wide and shocked as he grips my arms before- I desperately struggle free from his grip, from the arms banding around me as I'm crushed against my mate's chest.
Distantly, I can feel moisture drip down my face. Ragged sobs and heavy breathing echoing through the room. I don't feel that though. I know it's me, the broken girl slumped in the male's arms but- it's also not me. It's like I'm not there. Like I'm not feeling.
Sky's voice begins to drift through the fog, echoing in my head as he murmurs nonsensical words of comfort.
Are- are you okay. The shadow stutters and I wince at the reminder that even they fear what is to come.
No, but I will be.
Have we got a plan.
Maybe. It's half baked and completely insane.
We've survived on worse.
But it's not just you, me and Beatrix anymore, is it?
Silence.
"Octa?" Sky's voice is quiet and I take in the closet he has hidden in, not glamorous at all especially with the sweeping brush digging into my back and the scent of chlorine permeating the air. "My love, tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it. Okay? I promise I'll sort it."
He sounds so desperate. So eager to stop whatever has brought me to tears because he knows it's not a person he can kill. I gently pull away from him, each move slow and calculated since I know he's a hair's breadth away from going into full Alpha-male-territorial-kill-mode. The sound of me clearing my throat is too loud in the silence between us and I stare up at my mate through teary eyes, fully appreciating that I must look like a mess to him right now.
