Zelda finally rises of her chair in the kitchen. It's almost the witching hour, she feels her magic tingle in her fingertips. All that remembrance only served one purpose. Self flagellation. Self hatred. The house is quiet, everyone asleep, she doesn't even wish she were. She knows, at a certain extend, that she brought everything on herself, herself. She also knows that it's better, easier that way. Of course, she doesn't know any other way. She tries not to focus anymore on Ambrose's words but fails. Love is a foreign concept, and she's definitely not used to it, other than the love she feels for her niece, and even Hilda and Ambrose. Faustus is an other subject. Zelda obviously knows that. She knows how he looks at her, and how Rhiannon does. She walks around the house, and finally lay on the couch, her back against the arm, not even bothering to remove her heels. For the last time, her inner voice tells her that it's better to remove the girl of the picture, and she closes her eyes.
A loud noise wakes her up, and there's light coming from the windows of the living room. She hears muffled voices and gets up. The front door opens and then closes, and she almost rushes in the lobby. Hilda is almost halfway through the stairs, going up and stops when she hears the clacking sound of her sister's heels on the wooden floor. She turns, and Zelda freezes because she is not used to see sadness and anger on the other one's face. She understands, and before Hilda can start speaking, very childishly and dramatically, removes her shoes, and runs through the front door, leaving it open. She can see Rhiannon walking down the road, and the rocks hurt her feet. She's definitely too old for that, as she's panting when she catches up with the girl. She also really quickly thinks of how much of a fool she's currently making of herself, but shakes her head. To Hell with her stupid morale. Rhiannon stops and turns, an eyebrow raised. She doesn't have the face of surprise though. She looks down at Zelda's feet, who blushes.
« I thought we decided you could stay. »
« I don't recall agreeing to that. »
Zelda feels like she's been slapped and moves a bit closer.
« I went back to the bedroom and you were not there. » She tries to explain.
« Well, that makes both of us. Except that you left first, Zelda. »
« Please couldn't we stop with that teenager attitude. »
« Yes, we totally should. I'm tired of running after you to fix everything, when obviously, you have no problem running away. You said it yourself yesterday, when I tried, again, to solve our issue, I'm a puppy. And you told me to leave quite clearly, no matter of what Hilda forced you to say in the kitchen yesterday night. »
She stays silent for a while, she knows the girl is right and she doesn't even deserve one second of the attention she had been given.
« I do apologize for leaving that night. I didn't think… »
« You thought of yourself Zelda. »
She hugs herself and closes her eyes in pain.
« I don't regret any of the times I healed you, you know. And I told you the marks would go away… » whispers Rhiannon, and Zelda feels a hand against her cheek. She looks at the girl, with tears in her eyes.
« Don't go. » She says, and it hurts her pride to do so.
Rhiannon laughs dryly.
« Begging doesn't suit you. »
And she kisses her. It's hard and sad, because Rhiannon's lips are demanding and the kiss tastes of Zelda's tears.
Suddenly, the contact is broken, and the girl starts to leave. Zelda doesn't do anything but stares.
Rhiannon's hair flies when she turns her head to Zelda.
« If you're looking for your whip, I send it back to your High Priest, his initials were on it. I guess he would be happy to see you beg for it. »
Once Rhiannon is nowhere in sight, Zelda cries.
After what seems like forever, she is being carried back home by her sister.
Alright guys, a lot of drama here !
The next "part" is mostly written, will arrive around Christmas, because it's a crazy period at work and I just basically Sleep/Eat/Work
