forum Blood Oath (O/O CLOSED)

Started February 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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“Okay,” I kissed her shoulder. “Goodnight, love.”

[TIME SKIP: A Few Days]

Colton:

I panted heavily as I slumped to the floor. This time, Altair hadn’t sent us into our fears. He sent us into different timelines, all of which Ariadne came out as victor.

And it was humiliating. Traumatizing.

“Your Highness… if I may ask,” Altair’s eyes went to his. Colton nodded, urging him to continue. “You either of you have dreams that seem too real to be unreal?”

Elle:

I tensed up instinctively, slumping tiredly against the side of a desk.

"Yes…" I murmured quietly, lowering my eyes to the floor. Last night had been one such dream…. But I'd been careful not to wake Colton up with my tears, so he had no idea.

I stiffened, my fists clenching as I remembered that recurring dream. Ariadne slicing my lover in half. Again and again, in a never ending cycle.

“Yes,” I answered, but not as quietly as Elle. We would talk later about her dreams.

Altair frowned, rubbing the back of his head. “And the illusions. How do they correlate with your dreams?”

“The world is in flames,” I said, stuffing my hands in my pockets. “My flames. People die. The savior of the world is dying. I’m dying.”

At that, Altair looks at me. “The savior of the world?”

I nodded. “I can feel it whenever I look at that person. That person can rid the world of its chains.”

“And what about you, Elliot?”

I glued my eyes to the floor. Again and again, images flashed before my mind's eye. A sword—my sword—skewering the love of my life. The blood drenching my hands. The light leaving his eyes.

I exhaled shakily.

"I'm being controlled," I say carefully, "And I kill the one I love the most. Like Cole said, the world is in flames."

Altair quirked an eyebrow at the nickname Elle used, but otherwise didn’t say anything.

“And you have this every night?” Altair questioned instead. I shook my head.

“No,” I answered. “One is a rather recurring one. The other one… I see darkness. I see it taking root in people’s hearts. I see the bonded wreck terror. And I’m always at the center of it.”

Altair suddenly froze, eyes shifting to Elliot.

“Well, if it gets worse, do tell me,” he said. “And Prince Colton, there are things I need to talk with you about.”

I wrapped one hand around my wrist, letting my fingernails dig into the soft flesh until red half-moon marks appeared.

"Do you want me to leave, sir?" I asked Altair quietly, rising to my feet. "So you can speak with Colton?"

“Tomorrow, we’ll practice your abilities,” Altair said to both of us. “And yes, I must have you excuse yourself.”

I bowed my head, shooting Colton an apologetic look before stepping from the room. What could Altair have to discuss with him?

When Elle exited the room, Altair’s expression turned grave. It was unsettling, mostly because of his kind nature.

“Prince Colton… the King informed me of the mission you went on a few months back…” the professor started, and I felt my blood turn to ice in my veins. “Your Highness… are you by any chance affected by dark magic?”

When I went to my room that night, I was simply an empty husk.

"Colton?" I tried for the millionth time, shaking his shoulder. He was unresponsive… again… What had Altair discussed with him? "Colton, please.. answer me…"

Of course. Of course that was it. There was no way things would be that easy, would they? Andreas would have to kill me. I was going to die for sure.

But I didn’t want to tell Elle that. I was never going to let her know until the last second, when she can’t do anything to stop it.

So I did what I became so best in. I lied to her.

“He realized I’m affected by DM,” I sighed. “He’s going to try to purge it, but he says it might be better if I kept my distance from everyone. The dark being resists when it’s being removed.”

My eyes widened in alarm.

"He—He knows?" I repeated, squeezing his shoulder. "And what do you mean 'keep your distance'? What do you mean 'resists'? Are you going to be okay?"

“My father told him about the mission during a meeting. He realized I’d gone missing on his own, and he put the puzzle pieces together,” I explained as calmly as I could. “He says it might be possible for it to take control during the purging. It’ll resist when I’m at my weakest. I’m going to be fine. I’ll be free.”

And I would be. Free from this curse. Be at peace in the afterlife.

I was beside myself with relief.

"Oh, thank god.." I breathed, burying my face in his shoulder. "You're going to be okay… we're going to be okay…"

“Yeah,” I breathed, hugging her back and kissing her gently. “We’re going to get through this.”

Tears pricked my eyes. Finally, finally, we had a confirmation that there was a happy ending to this awful mess. "I'm so happy.."

I kissed away her tears, guilt gnawing at me for lying so easily. It was for her own good, I told myself. I had even written that letter. I gave it to Andreas, but only after putting a spell on it. Only my Elle could open it and read its contents. Only her.

“So am I, my queen,” I murmured. And I was. Despite running on stolen time, I was happy. As long as I was with her, I was happy. “So am I.”

I nestled into his embrace, pressing my face to his chest. His heart beat against my lips, pushing beautiful, miraculous life through his veins. "We'll be able to—We'll be able to have our future," I whispered, "Our future together."

The more she spoke about our future, the deeper the sword was plunging. If she were to witness my death… she’d break apart.

“And there would be bonded women,” I said, chuckling, pulling her close to me. “It would be a wonderful future.”

“And we could—And we could get married…” I whispered, so quiet I could barely hear myself. “And you could meet my parents…”

I tightened my hold on her when she said that, breathing lightly.

“I’d love to marry you,” I whispered back. “And meet your parents. Grow old with you and raise children together.”

A child. My heart swelled at the mere notion of it. A child. Our child.

“I can’t wait…” I whispered, voice slightly choked with emotion. “God, Cole… a child…”

“With your beautiful features and personality,” I murmured, brushing a kiss on her jawline. “Our child.”

I wanted it. I wanted it so freaking bad. This life with her, I wanted it to last.

I pressed against him, letting my eyes drift shut. “It’s like a dream… a beautiful dream…”