Sydneys POV
On my way back from Clarence´s I couldn´t stop thinking about Adrian. The first time I saw him I instantly noticed his good looks, how couldn´t I. But today I had seen a completely new side of him. We had been joking around in the garden, when Jill had found a little kitten in the rose bushes. It had a broken leg and it had been awfull to see the small animal suffer. As soon as Adrian had seen it, he had tried to heal it. It had been the first time, I had seen spirit magic in action. I had known before, what he was capeable of, but seeing it by myself... it had been overwealming. I had nearly felt the power streaming out of him. He had looked glorious while doing it. I had never seen him that way before. Normaly he was the guy who always had a joke on his lips. Seeing him that seriouse really surprised me. Even though I really had been scared by all that magic surrounding me, I still had been kind of trapped in his aura. During the healing he once had looked in my direction and our eyes had met. I had quickly looked away, feeling caught as I had watched him. But in this brief second, our eyes had locked, it had felt like he had looked right into my soul. Even now, I could still feel his eyes on me, even though I was sitting in my car with Jill sitting next to me.
After the kitten had been well again, Adrian had excused himself and had gone inside. Jill had looked at him with a worried face.
"What´s happening?" I had asked.
"Spirit.." was the only thing she had replied.
I didn´t know much about spirit. Only the few things, I had learned from Rose or I got out of one or the other conversation between Jill and Adrian. I knew that it allowed the person to heal people or animals and that it was even possible to bring someone back from the dead. I knew that there were consequences when using it, but I didn´t know exactly what they were.
When we had been ready to leave, I had seen Adrian sitting on the coach, sipping on a glass filled with some brown liquid. I was sure it had been some sort of alcoholic drink. I hat sat next to him and asked
"Are you ok?" and he had shaken his head.
"But I will be, don´t worry Sage" he had said, raising his glass with a grin that hadn´t reached his eyes.
"Are you sure it´s going to be ok?" I had asked, because as much as I knew, alcohol never made anything better.
"Yea, of cause it will. Always has always will" he had said. Than his eyes had widened as he had been looking at me. „Do you know that your eyes look like soft caramel? So deep.. so beautiful..." he had muttered and I had blushed. „You know, sometimes I think, you are the only person that takes me sirious, well besides Jill, but she is like a sister to me... I mean everybody always thinks I´m that shallow, self observed person who gives a fuck about the world...you are different...there´s something about you... I can´t really describe it..." he had been rambeling, while he had still been looking into my eyes and I had stared back. The next second he had poured himself another drink and I had been able to think clearly again.
"Well, I think you´re not...shallow I mean": I had said, because it was the truth. He was funny and intelligent. Even though he most of the time did a pretty good job in playing the perfect spoiled moroi prince. I had never seen him like this. It made my heart ache. He had to be Adrian again, the guy that always made me laugh. Well most of the time. Sometimes I was really anoyed by him too.
"Adrian we have to leave" Jill had interrupted our staring.
"That´s ok Jailbait. I´m ok. Don´t worry" Adrian had said and we had left.
I really was worried about him and another feeling rose in me while I was thinking about what he had said about my eyes.
"How does spirit effect Adrian?" I asked Jill.
"That´s different everytime, depends on how much he is using. Sometimes he just feels blue and sometimes he is hurting really bad. It feels like dying inside...sort of... it´s really hard to describe. He usually keeps on rambeling about certain things..." I could still see, that she was worrying about him.
"But he´s going to be ok, isn´t he? I asked. He had to be. I never wanted to see him like that again. Sad, broken and kind of off.
"Yes, I guess so. He didn´t use that much spirit to heal that kitten. He is going to be ok. I wish I could have styed with him. He get´s lonely you know..."
I nodded, because that was kind of what he had just told me. If only I could be there for him I thought. I would do anything to bring back that mischievous smile to his face. What was I thinking...he was not my concern. Jill was. As much as I wanted him to be happy again, I had to get him out of my system. He would be ok. I was sure. He had to be.
But still, I couldn´t get over how absolutely stunning he had looked healing that kitten. Strong, powerfull and unbelievingly sexy. I pushed that thought as far away as I could, but I knew, it would come back to hunt me.
Adrians POV
The next day I woke up with a huge hangover. I wasn´t really surprised. To numb spirit I had poured me one drink after another and in the end I fell asleep on Clarence´s coach. I felt pathetic.
I wasn´t really sober enough to drive home, so I searched for Clarence to ask if I could take a quick shower. I really needed to get back to my normal self. At least the dark feelings I had felt yesterday had vanished.
After taking a shower I felt much better. The fog slowly lifted in my head and I was able to think much clearer now.
Sydney, I remembered. What the hell had I told her? It was all still a little blury. I remembered saying something cheesy about her eyes. I shoock my head. Liquor and spirit...bad combination, but still, in the end I needed the one thing to get rid of the other.
I remembered her eyes, full of worry. And they really had been looking like soft caramel. I remembered them now exactly. How beautiful she had looked. I decided to thank her, for the kind words, she said to me, even though I was kind of embarass of the way she had seen me. I grabed my phone and typted a message -Thanks Sage for listenig- . I grabbed my keys, bid farewell to Clarance and was out the door. A few minutes later my phone pieped. -Anytime. Feeling better?- I smiled at the ´anytime´line and wrote back -As good as new- . Sydney. I couldn´t get her out of my head. She didn´t write back and I kind of wanted her to. On my way home, she was all I could think about and I knew, that something had changed between us yesterday.