Author's Note: I haven't written anything, especially fanfiction, in a very long time - but this is just some musings that I took away from last week's episode... I may or may not add anything else to this later on. Obvious Delena pairing.
Hope you enjoy!
Feeling the magic being stripped away was awful. It was horrible, and putrid; feeling rancid water flooding her lungs, choking off all air…
And in between the gasping, and choking came the blinding flashes of light… Light with smudges of memories between the lines…
Flashes of him pressed against her; her back against his bedroom wall, and his Roman hands and Russian fingers… His breath against her neck between long kisses… The first time she had admitted she loved him. Him, not his brother, and not because she was sired by him. That moment in the rain under the stars where she made him promise that this was forever.
She didn't believe that destiny had much of a hand in anything that happened, especially in dealing with those that we choose to love.
So, how could she ever forget loving him? How could she forget what the ice machine in Colorado could not?