28 February 2013
Jordan washed off the mud he used in survival, and headed to see Roslyn in the infirmary. He opened the door, finding her sitting on the edge of the bed. "Love? You okay?" She inhaled. "Yeah... I'm just, sore." She said. Gently, he picked her up. "Our room?" He said. She nodded. He quietly went down the hall and up the stairs to their room, gently laying her delicate, tired body on the bed, her cool skin on his warm skin. She laid on her back, staring at his glimmering eyes. "I smell like lake." She said. He laughed. "That's okay." She traced his face. "I just want this to end. All of it. I'm so tired of feeling fragile, and useless, and worrying.." She said. Jordan frowned. "Roslyn, since you came here, three weeks ago, you changed me. You fixed me, love. You are strong. You're a fighter, and I can't do it with out you. We're taking this on together." She smiled, locking her fingers with his. "Let's see those bruises." She lifted up her tank top he apparently changed her into, along with her pajama pants when she was unconscious. Black and purple everywhere. She winced as they throbbed. "I'll remember not to put my arm around you for a while." He said. "I'm sorry.." He said. "It's okay." She said. The two stared at each other for a long moment. They laid there talking for hours, until they fell asleep.
*** "Good to see you on you feet Roslyn." Flynn said, approaching her and Jordan the next morning at their table at the back of the dining room. Everyone was in their gear. Roslyn ran a hand through her drying hair from her shower. "Thanks. How's Adrian?" She asked, stabbing a strawberry with her fork. "I think you helped. He's coming down in a bit, he's ready to train." He said. "Hmm... Shimmering is good for battle.. You could confuse the enemy." Jordan said, swallowing pineapple. "But it's his only power, and he's behind." "He'll be fine." Roslyn said. "Where's Olivia?" "She's actually on watch duty. She can fly, so, she can give a warning if danger is coming." "Clever." "Hmm." "And Wilbur?" "He's... Weird. He kinda, keeps to himself. He doesn't talk much." Flynn said. "Uh huh..." "He's important, if anything Tamar will come back for him, because he knows everything." Flynn said, scooping fruit salad. "Speak of both devils.." Jordan said, as the two blonde boys came in. Adrian's blue eyes were much darker than Wilbur's, Wilbur was skinny, Adrian somewhat muscular. "Hey, guys." Adrian said awkwardly. Jordan rose. Wilbur gave Roslyn a friendly smile. "I uh, gotta go, I'll catch up with you guys later." "Bye." They said. Roslyn hurried, catching up with Jordan. "Not very social this morning?" "No." He said. "So, grumpy Jordan, what do we have first? Combat, after lunch, powers." He said emotionlessly. "Jordan?" "Mm?" "What's wrong?" "Mm.." He grumbled, continuing to walk down the hall. She slammed him against the wall, staring into his slightly darkened eyes. "What is your problem?" He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm.. Just.. Guilty." He tried to move, she held him with all her strength. If he wanted to, he could send her flying, but he let her talk. "Of?" He sighed again. "Allowing you to be hurt." He said, staring at her darkened collarbones. "And.. Existing." He grumbled. "Existing?" "Yeah, kinda. All I've done is hurt people. Because of my dad. And my, forbidden type." She frowned. "You listen, it's obvious you were born for a reason. You, were born, and are still here because you, are what is going to stop him. You have his blood, which gives you the strength to kill him!" She growled. His eyes lightened slightly. He pressed his lips on hers, backing her into the wall across, very gently running his fingertips up her sides, to her shoulders, until they were tangled in her hair. Her lips were sweet from breakfast, tasting like strawberries, their bodies in a tangle against the wall. Roslyn winced, gasping for air. She didn't want to stop, but her lungs protested. "We have to go." She muffled between kisses. "Later." She said. He opened his eyes, letting her go. "Okay.." "Better?" He smiled. "Much." He locked his fingers with hers, heading to begin archery in combat class.
*** Tamar looked down the dark pit he conjured, the opening to the underworld. He would summon more demons. He could only do fifty at a time, for the process was exhausting. He was furious at the fact that his son was clever. And the girl just refused to die. She was strong. He'd have to kill them both at once. He raised his arms, beginning to chant. His body began to burn, his muscles exhausting rapidly. He dropped to his knees, the hole closed, fifty demons stood in front of him, waiting for a command. He grinned at the hideous things. "Welcome." He said, face against the cool stone floor.
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