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E.K. Pomfret
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February 11 - March 1, 2024
August twenty-two. The small blue book of poems he had gifted me all those years ago. Did he know I was looking for him? Was he leaving me hints on where to find him?
The sky is always blue on august twenty two The air warm to my touch But I’m still cold lying here without you My throat constricts My loneliness becomes a crutch My time is coming due I just hope the hole I left isn’t too much
Cryptic messages from a male I knew to be dead couldn’t keep me from the plans I had today.
Horny ass Sol aint got time to think about dead daddy
“I see I must have left one of my shirts at your house, Ace. I’ll say, it looks better on you anyway, maybe I’ll let you keep it as a memento.” Jaw slacked, I stare at Quenen as he walks past, tattooed hand in his pressed white shorts. He flashes Cove a smile.
Quenen letting Cove know who's in charge
I can’t look at him anymore. Those light blue eyes, glazed in gold. So unique and compelling. I could get lost staring at them and it’s not helpful when all I want to do is smack him across the face.
He'd probably like a slap or two
“I do enjoy that top, but take it from me,” he leaned over, his breath against my ear, “one button can ruin an outfit.”
“My mother said that when I was born, a ray of light shone on my face. That my skin and hair glowed as if I was crafted from a piece of the sun itself.” I had never told anyone that before, but I didn’t feel silly telling him, he had asked. “She and my father said I was a light in their life, a moment of solace.”
“You’re the light in the darkest parts of me.”
This is going to be the best week of my life.
I somehow doubt that
“Did you have sweet dreams last night Ace?” The saliva in my mouth becomes thick, my tongue too big. I continue to ignore him. “I know I did.” He whispers, leaning toward me. I can ignore him. I don’t have to respond. “What is your fucking deal Quenen.” I hear the words before I process them out loud. I turned to look at him, hoping the anger bubbling up inside me had reached the expression in my eyes. Fear me, bastard. Upon mine meeting his cold blue stare, I feel my expression soften, unwillingly.
They live in each other's heads rent free
“You know, I would have but a pretty female kept me very busy in my dreams last night.” Quenen’s voice was low enough that I knew no one else heard him, but his words caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand. Such a pretty female. I had dreamed of him saying those exact words last night. My heart beat faster as the Professor continued on.
You will have to work together, presenting the statements of your argument and creating a response. I expect that our class time may not allow you enough preparation as we will be debriefing the pillars from the last few weeks and discussing them together in more detail.” I close my eyes in protest, my hand dropping to the table. I sucked air through my nose and leaned back in my seat. “Over the next six weeks, we will rotate topics allowing each of you to form opinions of your own, argue them to your partner, and prepare for a full debate, held privately in my office with me as your
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Ooh finally they have to work together
“Looks like we’re gonna have to get a little friendly anyway.” I turned to Quenen as he smirked back at me. His arms folded across his chest; eyes filled with challenge. “We will never be friends.”
Shes just shy
“You’re centuries old, dear. Learn how to lie better.” Her words are bitter on the tongue. “What are you looking for or what are you running from?” She sees right through me. Those light orange and yellow eyes pierce through my soul. A hollow feeling is caved into my gut. She knows me too well. Despite the length of time since I last saw her.
Mother's always know when you're being sus
The air is warm to my touch But I’m still cold lying here without you Archar’s soul should be exploring the afterlife, not haunting me. I wondered if he was out in the world right now, warming that chill with someone else's body. My heavy chest weighed me down as I scanned for that thin-spined poem book. My throat constricts My loneliness becomes a crutch Was it a crutch? Was he leaning into that empty feeling, the one I felt without his presence? Did the fear of me finding out he was still alive keep him running? Because it should. My time is coming due I just hope the hole I left isn’t too
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I had let that prick get in my head yesterday and now I’m banned from nearing her classroom.
Quenen lives rent free in his head
Anything for you, Solace.
How will I ever let her go? My heart aches knowing she is never mine to have.
Just move on bro shes not yours
He turns slowly, as if in response to the terror in my voice. I look around, the vines burning, the rolling hills of long wispy grasses surrounding the farm covered in white and gray ash. Our eyes meet. Those are not his eyes. The terror building, bubbling from my mouth, in a high pitch scream. He has Xade’s eyes.
Xade will burn the world down looking for them
“You could've just asked me for it. I’ve been holding on to it for a long time. I almost thought you would never come looking for it.”
Wasted her entire time instead of getting straight to the hurt
“A warmth within my heart’s hold, Yet, burns my soul, wounds untold. A painless ache, hidden deep, Longing for your touch, a secret to keep.”
However, we were found and no longer safe for you and Sol. I fell apart as I built that house for you, as I pointed you in the direction of Xade, the right hand of my enemy. I had to have you two protected. I knew you were cunning; I knew your sheer strength, personality, and love for Solace would push you through. You can do anything, Ophelia. I believe that. If you’re finally reading this, I’m ready for you to come home. It means we are safe, that we can be together again, the three of us in the most beautiful place in Capsian.
He knew Ophelia would be strong enough to do what she must
My love. The sky is always blue on august twenty two The air warm to my touch But I’m still cold lying here without you My throat constricts My loneliness becomes a crutch My time is coming due I just hope the hole I left isn’t too much I did not need to see them to know you were my other half. -Archar
Archar is the best
I feel Quenen shift in his chair next to me. “You good, Ace?” I glance at him over my shoulder. His eyebrows are furrowed together, those icy eyes fixed on me. His tattooed hand resting in his lap. He looks genuinely concerned.
The Prince Is worried about his princess
I’m just tired. I’m sore, and I’m sad. Hopelessly, utterly, fucking sad. That feeling has been haunting me since last night. That longing for something I couldn’t place. Like there’s something I’m missing.
Yeah, Que being inside you
“It came to me in a dream,” he pointed to his wrist, “Eridanus, the river of molten stars,” his finger lingering up as he moved along the tattoo, “the forest of Selke,” grazing his forearm, “the Bledsoe mountains themselves,” moving along his bicep, he reaches the bottom moon, “the many moons that rotate on our axis,” he looked up, the same moons in limbo above us.
I heard him take a step toward me, forcing myself to look at the ground and not at him closing the small distance between us. His hand tucked my hair behind my ear, his breath on my shoulder. He’s so close to me that my heart is beating out of my chest. All of my sparring training had disappeared from my memory. Xade would be disappointed; I should be able to hit this male and knock him off his feet but I was paralyzed by the gentleness of his touch.
Que would never hurt his Sol
Maybe I would have known. Could have felt him before now, if I hadn’t severed our mating bond before visiting my mother’s that fateful spring.
Mating bonds can be severed?
Solace would tell me if it was important. Right? If something was bothering her, she wasn’t one to hide behind a veil of lies. Unless it was my fault.
Your the problems
“What?” She had made a comment about Trin flirting with me before but the thought never crossed my mind that it bothered her so much. Does that mean she’s feeling just as possessive over me as I am of her? I try not to get my hopes up.
No shes not
“But he doesn’t really have the right to be. It’s not like he’s my mate. I mean-” I pause, the feelings we had been playing with were a dangerous game. He clearly was deeper than I was. But I cared about him.
Hes not your mate so forget him
You can weather the rebellion knowing that Xade will keep you safe. Archar gave you that option.” “No, I cannot.” I said. “I have to go to him, that’s what is best for me and Solace.” “Then that is the choice you make.” I wanted to scream at her. She didn't understand what I was saying for lord's sake. “Your mind may be running through all the reasons you think leaving is the wrong choice Ophelia, but your heart and soul are directing you in the direction you wish to go.” I stiffen at the thought. I saw no other solution than to go to Archar. Despite the anger I felt at his control and lack of
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You didnt see it as a choice because you know Archar is the only real option
I want to vomit; I want to scream. He had touched me, leaned down like he was going to kiss me, and the worst part was I had wanted it. I craved it. Like a pressure was about to be released by the touch of his lips on mine.
He just matched your energy. You want him but wont admit it
Quenen’s eyes look back at me, I blink, leaning in to get a better look. It wasn’t Quenen’s face mirrored in front of me. It was my own. I blink harder, moving in closer to the mirror but they’re gone. I touch my face, looking for the eyes I had just seen in replacement of my own. I’m losing my mind. That has to be it. I’m hearing my father's voice in the portals, scaring my mother, now I think that my eyes are changing.
I knew it
The sight that stops me is the gold shining chrome across those light blue eyes I had not seen for twenty-two years.
Quenen and Sol forever
Something has always been off about Cove and his attachment to Solace. His disregard for the mating system. I can only hope that maybe something will keep him from following us. Preventing Solace from heartbreak. I did what I had to do. I’m protecting her. Although she may never find her mate, it’s better that way.
Hes a stage 5 clinger
What takes me by surprise are my eyes. He hadn’t shaded them as dark as I imagined their brown tone to be. Instead, they looked light, like the color could have matched the ones looking back at me in the bathroom mirror earlier.
Everyone sees how beautiful she is except her
I’m enjoying my reprieve from feeling like a part of me is missing. It’s been bothering me that I seem to have no control over this overwhelming emotion and worse, no idea how to satisfy it.
Quenen is what is missing
I glance over at Fleur. Her white, blonde hair is tucked behind a pointed ear, her blue and green flecked eyes glowing with excitement. That must be some good smut she’s reading.
Probably Reading Cat and Mouse
Here I am tangled in feelings of lust and guilt over two males that aren’t even my endgame.
“I thought the guard dog was your bestie, Ace.” Quenen smirks at me and I try not to roll my eyes.
I have his notebook in my hands and by the looks of it, that’s a bold-faced lie. His notes are way more extensive than mine. Written neatly in organized order of each argument and supporting evidence. He had even outlined potential theories that matched and that he would use to support himself. Is he trying to get rid of her?
Hes a scholar as well
“Hey there little devil.” He says. “Nice to see you too.” “Bea, remember?” She corrected him.
He’s in my territory, my space. I don’t want him near what’s mine, including Sol.
She is not yours
Sleeping together. She sums it up so easily. I try to remind myself that I’ll take anything she gives me.
You are just a booty call
Why would I act like that? He was already trying to appease me tonight by allowing Quenen to stay here. He had tried to make small talk and they were actually getting along before I stirred up conflict. I close my eyes and feel my head spin. I’m a drunk idiot.
Cove is in the right for once
I think of Xade and Archar. After everything, I am going to choose Archar. There is no doubt about my decision. I had spent the majority of my existence with him but for some reason, he felt like a distant memory in the shadow of Xade.
He gives Cove a questioning look but when he turns toward me with those chrome-coated blue eyes, the fire inside of me goes out.
My mind drifted back to the poem he had spoken to me in the middle of the night, laying in his bed. Cove loves me. In some form, whether it’s obsession or the idea of me, he does.
A unhealthy obsession
Her mate. What were the chances? I saw his eyes, the arctic blue hazed in golden sunlight, so unique, that touch of magic. I would know them anywhere.
