Ciaran's POV:
I watched Hunter Niall desperately mutter spells (A/N: yeah, I changed it to he can work spells, just not to M, or his family... and not against his captors) to get out of the Seomar. He gave a yell of frustration and slammed his fist against the door. Even though it was bleeding he punched it again, this time I was sure I heard some of his fingers break. I shook my head, there was no way to escape that room, and even if he did he'd still have to face the members of Amyranth.
He leaned against the wall and slid to the ground. Giomanach sank his head against his knees; his back was shaking with sobs. When he tilted his head back his mouth formed the word 'Morgan.' He missed my daughter already.
Watching him in pain reminded me of all the days I had missed Maeve like that, how I still missed Maeve. Already his eyes were darker and absent. Like mine, I thought. He loves Morgan. I felt no pity for either of them though. They had taken my magick from me. Cal wants the removal of Hunter's powers to hurt him, it won't. He'll be numb by then. The only reason I hadn't been numb was that I had a powerful coven and had a purpose. HAD. My mouth thinned.
"Neimhidh." I looked up at my coven member.
"What is it?"
"A woman is here. She wants to talk to The Seeker."
"Alright." I went to the front room.
I recognized her. Justine. She was really a pitiful witch and an even more pitiful woman. "What do you want?"
"Let me talk to Hunter." She smiled.
"Why?" I could tell she was determined to interfere somehow with Amyranth. A young Selene Belltower, I thought. Beautiful, determined, convinced that she had more power than she actually did, meddlesome, and dumb.
"I'm the reason Cal was able to bring him here, I should be allowed to talk to him."
"Fine." I nodded to Spruithean. He led her to the entrance, and I went back to my scrying to see what she was up to. At least I could do that, Amyranth had given me a little of my power back.
Hunter jumped up. He took one look at Justine and backed up to the other side of the room. They clearly had a history together. I cast my senses into the stone, listening to their conversation.
Hunter's POV:
I saw her. Justine. I remembered watching Morgan cry after I had told her that I had kissed her. Morgan. My heart broke again.
"Hunter." She smiled seductively.
"Don't." I backed away from her.
She came closer. "It's alright. I don't bite."
I was backed into a corner. She wasn't looking at my face anymore. I looked down at what I was wearing. Great, I thought, boxers and a t-shirt. The same thing I had been wearing before Morgan and I had made love yesterday. I felt another sharp pang in my heart.
"Leigalaghniata," she murmured. I closed my eyes. Not again. "Hunter, I know you want us to be together, but you had a girlfriend and didn't want to hurt her. We can be together now."
"No, Justine." I said firmly. "I love Morgan."
She was against me now. "Kiss me."
"No, Justine, please."
She brought my head down to her and kissed me. Goddess, forgive me. Morgan, forgive me. I'm hurting her again.
I searched my memory for Justine's true name, but she had blocked it from me. She observed me smiling. "That wasn't so bad was it?"
I stared straight ahead, my thoughts clouded with Morgan. "Please don't do that again. My girlfriend. I love her." To Justine, that sounded like I was trying to convince myself. I was trying to see her face, feel her touch, taste her kiss. Morgan, forgive me. I didn't want to. I saw her crying when I told her, I'd have to.
Justine laughed. "See you later." And she left.
Morgan. If I ever saw her again. . . I pushed that thought from my mind. When I saw her again, I'd never let go. I wanted to be there when she gave birth, I wanted to propose to her, make love to her, and see our daughter grow up. I imagined our life together. We'd have a house in England or Ireland, Moira as a toddler, Morgan maybe pregnant again.
I ran a hand over my hair. Morgan. I lay on my side on my cot and filled my dreams with her.
So sad....R&R please
I watched Hunter Niall desperately mutter spells (A/N: yeah, I changed it to he can work spells, just not to M, or his family... and not against his captors) to get out of the Seomar. He gave a yell of frustration and slammed his fist against the door. Even though it was bleeding he punched it again, this time I was sure I heard some of his fingers break. I shook my head, there was no way to escape that room, and even if he did he'd still have to face the members of Amyranth.
He leaned against the wall and slid to the ground. Giomanach sank his head against his knees; his back was shaking with sobs. When he tilted his head back his mouth formed the word 'Morgan.' He missed my daughter already.
Watching him in pain reminded me of all the days I had missed Maeve like that, how I still missed Maeve. Already his eyes were darker and absent. Like mine, I thought. He loves Morgan. I felt no pity for either of them though. They had taken my magick from me. Cal wants the removal of Hunter's powers to hurt him, it won't. He'll be numb by then. The only reason I hadn't been numb was that I had a powerful coven and had a purpose. HAD. My mouth thinned.
"Neimhidh." I looked up at my coven member.
"What is it?"
"A woman is here. She wants to talk to The Seeker."
"Alright." I went to the front room.
I recognized her. Justine. She was really a pitiful witch and an even more pitiful woman. "What do you want?"
"Let me talk to Hunter." She smiled.
"Why?" I could tell she was determined to interfere somehow with Amyranth. A young Selene Belltower, I thought. Beautiful, determined, convinced that she had more power than she actually did, meddlesome, and dumb.
"I'm the reason Cal was able to bring him here, I should be allowed to talk to him."
"Fine." I nodded to Spruithean. He led her to the entrance, and I went back to my scrying to see what she was up to. At least I could do that, Amyranth had given me a little of my power back.
Hunter jumped up. He took one look at Justine and backed up to the other side of the room. They clearly had a history together. I cast my senses into the stone, listening to their conversation.
Hunter's POV:
I saw her. Justine. I remembered watching Morgan cry after I had told her that I had kissed her. Morgan. My heart broke again.
"Hunter." She smiled seductively.
"Don't." I backed away from her.
She came closer. "It's alright. I don't bite."
I was backed into a corner. She wasn't looking at my face anymore. I looked down at what I was wearing. Great, I thought, boxers and a t-shirt. The same thing I had been wearing before Morgan and I had made love yesterday. I felt another sharp pang in my heart.
"Leigalaghniata," she murmured. I closed my eyes. Not again. "Hunter, I know you want us to be together, but you had a girlfriend and didn't want to hurt her. We can be together now."
"No, Justine." I said firmly. "I love Morgan."
She was against me now. "Kiss me."
"No, Justine, please."
She brought my head down to her and kissed me. Goddess, forgive me. Morgan, forgive me. I'm hurting her again.
I searched my memory for Justine's true name, but she had blocked it from me. She observed me smiling. "That wasn't so bad was it?"
I stared straight ahead, my thoughts clouded with Morgan. "Please don't do that again. My girlfriend. I love her." To Justine, that sounded like I was trying to convince myself. I was trying to see her face, feel her touch, taste her kiss. Morgan, forgive me. I didn't want to. I saw her crying when I told her, I'd have to.
Justine laughed. "See you later." And she left.
Morgan. If I ever saw her again. . . I pushed that thought from my mind. When I saw her again, I'd never let go. I wanted to be there when she gave birth, I wanted to propose to her, make love to her, and see our daughter grow up. I imagined our life together. We'd have a house in England or Ireland, Moira as a toddler, Morgan maybe pregnant again.
I ran a hand over my hair. Morgan. I lay on my side on my cot and filled my dreams with her.
So sad....R&R please