The call, if she’d been truthful with herself, was not one she’d been expecting. But her ears swiveled and her head rose and her heart leaped all the same. Could it be?
For a moment she thought to ignore it, to set aside the past she once thought she’d miss and return her attention to what she knew was real. The Realm surrounded her, her children would not leave. She’d already lost too much to consider running back towards that which had only brought her pain.
And yet, she found her legs suddenly moving.
Closer to the memory of a ghost.
Blood laced her lips from an impromptu hunting lesson with her son and although she knew he was close behind, not even his presence could break into the forefront of her mind. It was only him.
Could it really be?
After the death of Lestat and Astred, Safira had almost begun to believe that the white male had perished—fallen to the same fate as her best friend. But if this was all true, and the voice she heard calling her name was him—then where the fuck had he been all this time?
It hadn’t taken very long until the two of them stood at the edge of their home. The lapping shores and cascading waters were a familiar sight as she stared through the blanket of trees; but the anomaly that stood out in the middle of her home made her heart clench and her blood run cold.
He was really here.
He wasn’t dead.
He had merely… left.
To say that Safira had a slight anger problem would have been an understatement—it all really depended on who you asked. But despite the urge to run through the trees and cry and squeal and greet her ghost with open arms… Safira just didn’t know how.
Her thoughts hitched within her mind, her limbs like stone beneath her, her eyes drained of all emotion as she tried desperately to process it. To understand.
Safira had abandoned many souls during her travels without a word and without a goodbye, and while to her it had been less of a thought before—boy, did she hate being on the other side of things.
And then just like that, as if a light had been switched on in her brain, she was alive again. Feeling things, but not great things, not the soft kind of reconciliation and loving reunion type of feelings. Oh no, she was angry. Scratch that. Pissed. The. Fuck. Off. All the emotions that she had bottled in for all those months, all the losses she had not yet grieved: Lestat, Astred, Maes, it all came up—all at once. And she was pissed.
“Stay here,” She whispered sharply to Yukon, her gaze shooting over towards her son. She didn’t know if he remembered his father at all, but on the rare chance that he did, she did not want to get him caught in the middle of this.
Not yet, at least.
With a snarl ripping through her chest, her lips peeling back in anger and agitation, she stalked forward. Out from the safety of the trees and out from the world she’d created for herself. Her disbelief turned to anger in a matter of seconds, and all she could see was red. God, how she wanted to tear him apart right then and there, to watch the water of their beloved Keep run red with his blood. Good for nothing bastard of a wolf. He was no better than all the others.
He had vanished and left her to pick up the pieces of herself—it was a miracle that their children were still alive.
Another low growl pierced through the air and her tail rose behind her as the fur along her neck rose. “What the fuck are you doing here,” she said. It was less of a question, more of a demand. And truthfully, she doubted she even cared for an answer at all. What excuse could he possibly give? If he had died, that would’ve been one thing. It might’ve not been his fault. But this?
What in the absolute hell was this?
Her heart ached with each step that she took, her legs threatening to fall weak beneath her as the distance between them grew smaller. She had wanted him and he had left her. Her love had boiled to hate, flashed to anger, and recoiled back into love all in the space of a second. Her brain and heart played a terrible game of tug-o-war as she moved and her emotions quickly became a surprise, even to herself. “You fucking bastard,” she muttered, her voice strained as the tears fell to her cheeks.
Feb 13, 2019 02:18 AM — Post #1
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