Thought

Chapter Nine

Word Count: 1606

~Luella

"I would believe you. If I believed you were real."

Revel blinks at me a few times, those steel silver eyes glaring right into my soul. I'm even more unsure of why he has been appearing within my mind than Thought. At least Thought is a powerful immortal who is infamous, even in the mortal realm. Despite never remembering seeing him, maybe at some point I did. But I've never seen anyone like Revel before. He's an immortal too, but no pureblood.

"I'm very real," he drawls, picking at a loose stitching on my couch. I watch him do so, bothered. For a fact, I'm going to wake up in this armchair, having fallen asleep writing. Revel will be gone, and that one piece of string will be back where it should be.

"What do you want from me? That is, if you're real?" I question, folding my arms over my chest. I'm quizzing my own imagination, who for whatever reason, has risen to bother me.

This is inescapable.

Revel looks down at his hand, watching his own fiddling. His nails are painted black, which seems to blend and manipulate perfectly into the tattoos which run across his knuckles and all the way up his arms. I can't help but wonder what they mean. Each sworl and pattern is indistinguishable compared to anything I've ever seen before. Regardless, each inch of it is undeniably beautiful.

"I know you don't want this life anymore. The dreams, the hallucinations. What if I told you, I can make this all go away," he breathes, a smile seeping onto his lips with every word. My eyes narrow on him skeptically, as I consider what is being said to me.

If I could remove this curse from my life, I could finally be happy. I could finally live the life I forgot I could live before all this happened.

"This is a sick joke."

Revel raises a dark eyebrow behind a fringe of honey brown hair. Hair slips his hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out a piece of square paper between his fingers. Eyeing it carefully, I don't take it right away when he hands it to me, knowing this can't be real. However, when I grasp it between my fingertips, it feels completely real.

Folding it open, I see it's a handwritten invitation. It doesn't look particularly formal, however, the moment I see who addressed this to me, all the air in my lungs vanishes.

This is from Thought.

He's offered for me to come to a dinner to his home. It's so insane, I forget this is just a hallucination, and I'll wake in a moment cursing myself. I waltzed into Thought's own home accusing him, and he was good enough to then my crazy ass away with no consequences. Having a blessing like this is unlikely.

"This isn't real. Why me?" I question. I'm indulging myself, pretending this is real to see where this could take me. If this were true, I would be curious about why he would have any interest in bringing me to his manor again.

"He wants to see you again," Revel says tiredly, as if he just wants me to agree with no questioning. "You need to tell him to leave you alone forever. He won't listen otherwise."

I frown. "Huh?"

"He's the one controlling your dreams. If you tell him yourself, he will listen. If you tell him you don't want a life like this anymore, and you're unhappy, then perhaps he will leave you alone," Revel says, picking up a book on my side table to flip through it. Bored, he leaves it open across the arm of his chair.

Sighing deeply, I focus on what this means, rather than what I could get out of this if this were successful. This has to be a dream, because there is no way instances like this ever happen in real life. Now my own hallucinatory condition is punishing me with sick scenarios like this.