Disclaimer: I do not own the Covenant
Disclaimer: I do not own the Covenant.
A/N: Written in a different style than previous chapters. Hopefully you still find it enjoyable.
It takes a week for the boys to find a suitable sleeping arrangement with one another. Its not like they've never slept in the same before, its that there's always been a third party. They have come to a mutual understanding that they don't say the name of the third party when in bed with one another. Instead she becomes the omnipresent She. Neither the boy brings up how awkward it feels to curl around each other without their 'she-factor'. It is bearable, so it works.
Neither brings it up because of having to choose. Because those with the Power fear what they cannot control and this ache, this hollow feeling centered in their chests, is untempered and uncontrollable (and feels so good, even though it burns, and that, perhaps, is the worst of it all). They have been taught to handle the Power – they relish it even.
But they're only human, and the Power of Choice has always been hard for our species to wield.
So they push out of their minds even though its inevitable, and they push against each other because its inevitable, and they push against each other's hips because, yes, that was inevitable, too (because something that felt so good never supposed to happen?).
And they push away their desire for Her and never speak of Her but they don't ignore Her, no, because that would be rude (and impossible) especially since things have gone back to the way they were on the surface.
And when She smiles at them they're too busy ignoring the swelling of the spaces in their chests to notice that sad, knowing glint in Her eyes.
The Power is burning to be used but they cannot risk the addiction (but its already too late, too much, too taboo). The sparks at the tips of their fingers are ignored and the page turns.
And the Others watching want to help but don't know how – if they did a similar emptiness wouldn't flutter in their chests.
And She loves them, too, so She's willing to break. She knows she's tearing everything into two's and they don't know how to deal because they've always dealt in three's. But She's innocent enough to be a martyr so She sacrifices herself and turns away from their longing gazes. And She knows when She dies and an autopsy is done, her chest will be cracked open and all the secrets will be spilt, the emptiness revealed. So She resigns herself to live forever.
Alone.
TBC.