10 February 2013
Jordan was ten again. He locked himself in the bathroom, curled up in the very back corner, sobbing between his knees. Uncle Will was after him again. He stared at his bare, bruised arms. Even through a ten-year old mind, he knew he needed to escape this hell hole. Uncle will pounded on the door. He screamed and cursed, rambling to himself. He continued to pound on the door, the woods began to crack. Jordan hugged his knees harder, knowing he would encounter pain within the next few minutes. "Jordan." A voice called. A soft, familiar voice said. He inhaled, smelling... Roslyn. Her sweet, lavender scent comforted him, he felt his muscles relax. He jumped awake, staring around. Roslyn sat on her knees beside him. "Hi." She said. "You were dreaming. I came to look for you, assuming you'd be here. You were yelling." Jordan frowned. "What did you dream about." "Nothing." He grumbled. "You should go back." "Why?" "Because, I.." He trailed off. He really didn't have much of an answer, he just didn't want to hurt her. Roslyn smirked. "I have nothing better to do anyways." She stood up, he did the same. He wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't help himself. Roslyn breathed in his comforting scent, she felt his hard, rigid body relax. "What do you want to do? Aren't you hungry?" "No, not really.." He said, letting her go, running a hand through his ruffled hair. "Roslyn. I want to apologize, for hurting you. I don't understand. Sometimes I just lose con-" She grabbed his face, thrusting him against the tree, putting her lips to his. He was surprised, but was gentle this time. She began to feel him burn again and let go. She smiled. He smiled his crooked smile. "I don't always play nice." She said teasingly. He laughed, and took her hand. "Let's not, go back. Just yet.." He said smiling. She admired him. His eyes were green again, glimmering under the sunlight. He was beautiful. They wandered through the woods, eventually ending up in a sunny little meadow, with purple and white flowers. "It's lovely..." She said wandering through the grass. He sat on the ground, watching her move, giggling, admiring a small blue butterfly that landed on her finger. He could barely breathe, he was so mesmerized by her grace and beauty. She wandered back over to him, landing on her knees in front of him. He smiled, tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. She touched his face, staring deeply into his eyes. "Something is troubling you.." She murmured. She was right, he was still having trouble shaking the hideous dream off. "I'm okay Roslyn." "If you weren't.. You'd tell me?" He inhaled. "Yes, I'd tell you. Please.. Don't waste your energy on concern. It becomes exhausting." He said. "Not if it's you. It'll never be exhausting." He smiled, admiring the sun. "Roslyn?" "Yeah?" "It's been... Four days.." "I know." "I love you." He said. Roslyn felt a rush of warmth. Happiness. She felt a warm tear run down her face. "Jordan, that's the first time anyone has said that... I love you too." She sniffled. He pulled her close, she buried her face into his chest, he kissed the top of her head, gently stroking her silky hair. His heart warmed, knowing he did a good thing. He felt more human. He felt satisfied with himself.
*** "Three days Walter. Three. You need to sit Jordan down and tell him what's happening. Tamar could come to take him. He's going to wonder where twenty immortals are coming from all at once." Olivia explained. Walter sat at his desk running a hand over his thin white hair. "I know Livy, I'm going to whenever he get's back. Clove told me Roslyn left early to find him. I'm going to sit him down and tell him. It's hard. He's my boy. He'll despise my bitter soul for eternity." "Walter," Olivia said, sitting in the chair in front of his desk. She took his hand, and squeezed. Other than the wings, she could bring happiness to others, simply by squeezing their hand, converting her happiness into the person. He smiled. "You do not have a bitter soul, you have a generous, warm heart." He smiled. "Thank you." "He will be mad, but he has Roslyn. She's... She just has a way with him. She makes his human half stand out." Olivia nodded. "She does. I've never seen so much emotion, or colour in his face. Roslyn should be with him." She said standing up, heading to the door. "Just make sure he knows. Make sure he's prepared." She said, leaving the room. Walter sat alone in his office, tears streamed down his face. Not even Olivia could rid of his guilt, and sadness.
Discovered. ~8~ • Opuss № I