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Merlin, this was not... his fingers quietly allowed her to slip between them, even closed a bit around hers as they settled into place. The strange sensation lingered there, an annoying reminder that he was breaking rules again. He was doing something he wasn't supposed to do, and things were there that weren't supposed to be.
In the back of his head, he really did know better. He knew so, so much better than to do this. If he'd been able to focus his thoughts on that, maybe he'd have taken his hand back. Maybe he'd have stepped back, and put more space between them, and maybe he'd have focused a little harder on what they were talking about.
Something about the library, and finite knowledge. Something about learning and applying what had been learned. Something...
He tuned back in, his attention span shorted considerably my the static caused by a million thoughts and memories rushing around his head.
"Divination, you mean? It... works." Tangential to what they were actually discussing. "There's... real Seers and stuff like that, and it's possible to read the future sometimes. I'm not that good at it though."
Obviously. He was here, wasn't he. That in itself just showed how surprising the future could be.
She... was she crying? Or threatening to, at the very least. Indecision struck him in the gut, and he didn't know what to do. What had he done? He'd made Nia far more upset than he ever wanted to. How had they even gotten to this conversation?
And how could he go back?
His suddenly freed hand hung quietly between them before slowly moving to his chest, then dropping to his side. How did she think it was better, or that it was anything resembling okay, what was happening right now? This was not okay, at all. Because he knew how this went when it was ignored, and buried, and it would only hurt her more than he could stand in the end.
"You're trying to fight against the inevitable," he murmured, not quite all there at the moment. He was stuck somewhere between a memory and his own worry over what was happening.
Touching him. Her arms going around him brought him back to the ground, and she was suddenly much, much closer than he could remember her ever having been. His stomach turned over again, as one arm slipped under hers and around behind her, hand resting at the small of her back.
This was bad. This was so very, very wrong, and Raiden was a bad person for even thinking of allowing it.
His stomach gave another jerk, and his lips parted to drop two words that weren't even audible to his own ears.
"Damn it."
Bad angel indeed. |