Just a teaser for you all for xmas
xoxo Kitten
Boomer~
I stare at my sunshine gold girl through the crack of the bedroom door. She has taken refuge in the deep blue silk sheets, hiding from a tyrant. She hasn't left the room since the party and only moves when Anne begs her to. Even if it is just to sit up. Currently Anne is redressing her wound while ever present Barro stares with hard eyes from the corner. I have made a point to keep him with her while I was away for the month. I do not want her to slip away anymore, like she did at Father's party.
Anne removes the final dressing and my eyes are glued to the bloody B. She has picked at it once more and I swallow my anger. I have been too cowardly to look her in the eye and too prideful to ask anyone to heal her. Heat of embarrassment rushes up my neck and into my cheeks. Not only did I lose my temper I now cannot fix the problem on my own. I have tried watching Butch as he heals but I still have no idea how he does it. My temper has been all out of sorts since I found her.
Is this how Butch feels? An undying rage coursing just beneath the skin and burning deep into the nape of one's neck? A shudder rushes over me as I feel eyes on me. I look over my shoulder to find no one and nothing but an empty hall way. I have been feeling that since I found her too. Ever present eyes surveying me. I push open the door and the already tense air becomes heavier. Bubbles doesn't even bother to look my way, the B still exposed as Anne rushes to bandage it.
"I would like everyone out please." I use a gentle voice but only Anne curtsies before rushing from the room, leaving the wound exposed. Barro's dark brown eyes are glued on it, they narrow for a moment before my voice brings him back to reality.
"That goes for you too. Hector.*" I refuse to call him by Bubbles' pet name aloud, though it has stuck with me. Especially since she's explained it to me, my eyes flicker to his and they give away no emotion. If he makes a face I will not know as his black mask hides it. He bows and shuts the heavy door on his way out but not before glancing at Bubbles a final time. Bubbles does not move from where she is sitting at the vanity. Her eyes do not find mine; instead they stare blankly at her reflection in the mirror. I squat in front of her, placing my hands on her knees and finally I warrant a glance.
"Hey." I half whisper but she stares right through me. I life my hand and let it hover over the mark, she flinches and I hesitate.
"I'm just trying….." I start and I try to get my hand to glow blue. It takes a lot of concentration and I try to think of it as healed but I can barely get a blue spark to come from my palm. I wipe sweat from my forehead in defeat and squeeze Bubbles' shoulders.
"I'm sorry." I say looking into her eyes and shock washes over her features. Emotional finally settles into her eyes as I bow my head. A moment of silence passes between us before her hand finds my hair. She runs her fingers through. I clear my throat, trying to keep the tears at bay. This is the first time she's touched me since the party.
"Butch has finally told me that he is ready for you. We will be headed to the train station very early and then he will have a coach ready for you and Brick's pet."
"Blossom." She corrects me. I sigh.
"Yes Blossom, from there Hector and Hecate will be accompanying you as Butch says he has some important matters to attend to that night." She rubs the nape of my neck as I speak and it soothes the rage. The comfort of her touch makes me forget about the prying eyes I feel but only for a moment.
"Are your bags packed?" I ask, before finishing up what Anne had started. I wrap the bandage efficiently. It's ironic how I was the one who tended to all of my brothers wounds and yet I cannot heal them.
"Yes." She murmurs and I pick her up out of the chair and rest her on the bed. I crawl in, crown, dress pants and all and curl into her slimming frame.
"I'm sorry that I can't protect you from myself."