Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

237: Wild At Heart

1991

"That should've been the spell," Ana was hunched over her kitchen table, "That – "

Her fingers twitched, shooting pain up her wrist.

"That – "

Someone was whispering, but she couldn't understand what they were saying.

"Shut up," Ana shoved back, "This – "

Sweat was stuck to her back, hands desperate to scratch it.

Sweat was meant to roll down your body.

It was meant to fade into the back of your mind, not get stuck under your nails or leave red blotches across your skin until your mind was tricked into thinking it was something else –

"I – "

Another voice.

"You," Her eyes were unblinking.

A third.

"That was the third coven spell," She groaned, "You're meant to like coven magic!"

Even if she really shouldn't have been using it.

"But no!"

Behind her, she could hear the sound of blocks clicking together.

Ryos was playing on the colourful mat Ryan had brought home a few days earlier. Ana had no clue where he'd gotten the money, but she knew he was trying to overcompensate for her.

Distract and mask any memories Ryos might've started forming.

"You think that's me asking to connect?" She covered her ears, "I'm not one of your witches."

The voices only got louder.

"I'm not trying to be one."

"Mamí okay?" Ryos's hands had grabbed the side of the sofa, "Mam – "

"Sh, shhh," She didn't turn to look at him, "Mamí is trying to focus."

"Mam – "

"Ryos," Ana couldn't look at him while hungover, "Sh."

He pulled to standing, frowning, "Bu – "

"Now is not the time to be intelligent," She'd listened to Ryan talk, "Go count to nine or something."

Apparently, the fact he could already do that meant their son was talented.

"Count the colours on your mat."

Something bright and pretty to look at, so he wouldn't focus on the hair she was shedding, how pale her skin turned, or how rude she was.

It was like she could hear Ryan among the spirits.

Trying to get her to talk to a doctor.

It wasn't his fault. He didn't know how useless mortal medicine was compared to the spells she cast on herself whenever she needed to leave the house. The health and sleep charms were all she needed. Not some person lecturing her about her diet.

"And let mamí cast her spell."

If the whispers wouldn't shut up with New Orleans spells, fine. She knew stronger spirit magic than them anyway, and no Pethane comment about motherhood was going to stop her from casting it.

She was Ana Ruiz.

She did what she needed to do.

"Anar-Se'n."