Michael decides to step away and read with Tabitha when Kirche succeeds in teasing Louise into an argument over a petty disagreement.
Later that evening, Louise, having eavesdropped on a private conversation between Michael and Tabitha, confronts the pair on both the magical bond they share and Tabitha's feelings toward Michael in a fit of jealous rage.
Michael, repelled by Louise's immaturity and jealousy, steps out for a while. Eager to vent, he decides to confide in Kirche over a drink in the dining hall.
Friction
"Holy shit..."
My eyes shoot wide as I take in the inn room the girls and I are sharing for the evening here at Halfway House.
Its interior is like one of those you'd see on a period drama program. A huge queen-sized bed large enough for the four of us and then some sits smack-dab in the middle of the room with a massive oak frame and canopy. There is a quaint armchair next to the windows, covered in vibrant cushions and warm blankets. To the left of the bed is a wooden bureau, and beside that is an expansive yet tastefully decorated fireplace.
Then there are the paintings decorating the walls. Each depicts noble individuals in fine dress, gallant knights posing in front of warm sunsets in full armor, or extravagant horses lined up within a race stable.
A chandelier full of candles hangs from the ceiling over the small dining table. Their hue bathes the room in a gentle glow, just like how the moon shines most nights in Tristan.
Setting our bags down at the bedside, our butler and his two supporting maids give our small traveling party a collective, respectful bow.
"Should any of you require anything then please ring the bell on the left-hand side table by the bed," the young butler informs us with a small, polite smile. "It is magically enchanted. and will chime in the servant's quarters downstairs: To make us aware you have needs."
I nod back whilst removing my cloak to hang from a nearby hanger. "Thank you."
Our butler leaves the room followed by the two assisting maids, and shuts the door as they go. Their footfalls are almost inaudible as they descend the stairwell and slowly become more distant the further they go.
Louise watches them go from a window near the door with a look of thought on her face. She then exhales softly, swings around to face the bed, and takes a seat at its huge edge.
All I can do is let out an impressed whistle at our lodgings for the night.
"Wow. This place is incredible."
"Not particularly," she replies in a soft tone. "This is what we nobles expect when traveling."
The day caught up with Louise, her eyes already giving off a heavy tiredness.
"Oh, believe me, Louise. In my world, there's absolutely nothing like this. Unless you're as rich as can be," I add with a small smile while sitting beside her on the bed.
"If this is the best Tristain has to offer then Germania has you bested in terms of hospitality I'm afraid, Louise," chimes Kirche by the unlit fireplace ahead of us, winking. "The Crimson Tower's guest rooms are better by leaps and bounds."
Tabitha ignores them while unpacking various clothing items, toiletries, and books from her travel bag. Meanwhile, Kirche does the opposite and levels a smug look at Louise.
Just as I worried she would with the four of us sharing a room.
I let out a sigh.
"Okay, okay, enough. We get it, Kirche," I interject, trying to defuse the situation before it gets too heated. "Germania's inns are way nicer, so you can just drop it now, alright?"
Louise however lets out a low growl beside me and stands to meet Kirche by the fireplace.
"You... you take that back right now, Zerbst! This is a fine establishment."
"Ooh, how scary," Kirche coos in a mocking tone while making a scared face.
Louise's cheeks flare up with color.
"D-Don't you mock me, Kirche!"
"Okay, okay," I cut in while moving in between them both to act as a barrier. "I think it's about time we all calm down and take a breath. Like I said in the lobby, we're all here to relax."
"But he-"
"Enough, Louise," I tell her with a stern, firm tone. "You're right, this is a nice inn, but Kirche is also right about Germanian inns being better."
"H-How would you know, Michael?!" Louise presses, her eyes narrowing. "You have never visited one!"
Folding her arms behind her back and humming, Kirche smiles at Louise. "Aww, there you go again, Louise, picking on poor Michael just because he dared to cool your fearsome temper."
I watch as Louise's face grows an even deeper shade of crimson. Her fists clench and tremble.
Sighing deeply, I get up from the bed and shift my gaze toward the adjoining room. Looks like a study.
"You two have fun, alright?" I grumble, making for the doorway. "It's been a long day, and I'm not in the mood to listen to you two bicker."
Louise looks at me, a concerned look on her face.
"You... You don't have to go, Michael. I-"
"Sorry, Louise, but I'm getting a headache," I say, waving her off while turning to leave the room.
Tabitha, a book clutched in both hands and held to her chest, falls in at my side. She shoots me a sympathetic look.
"Appreciate it, Tabitha," I say with a small smile while opening the door.
Stepping into the sitting room, I let out a deep exhale. My bluenette friend then closes the door behind me.
Seconds later, Louise begins screaming at Kirche in the bedroom behind.
"Now look what you did, you Germanian cow!"
I flinch.
"And there they go," I mumble, letting out a sigh. "Right on cue."
Tuning out Louise's and Kirche's voices as best I can, I sweep my gaze over the sitting room. There are two large sofas positioned on either side of an empty fireplace with a small wooden table between them. A vase full of fresh flowers rests on top, filling the room with their pleasant scent.
A small piano sits at the far end of the room next to a large, floor-to-ceiling window. It is surrounded by four ornate wooden chairs and a small table.
Finally, a large, luxurious rug is splayed out in the middle of the sitting area.
"Figure I'll stay in here until they're done," I decide, glancing over to Tabitha. "Shall we pull up a seat?"
The young mage nods once, moving toward the two sofas and taking a seat.
"I'd like that, yes," she says with a small, content smile.
Following her lead, I take a seat next to her on the plush sofa.
As I do, I feel a rush of girlish excitement fill Tabitha's stomach through our shared bond, and her pale cheeks pinken just the slightest bit.
I watch as Tabitha moves to open her book.
"What are we reading?" I ask, leaning in close to try and get a better look. "Anything good?"
Tabitha pauses and looks at me.
"The Aristocrat's Heart," she answers, her cheeks flushing just the smallest bit. "It was written by a Gallian author named Alessandra di Le Mare. It is a romance novel."
"Ahh," I reply, my eyes widening the smallest bit due to the title. "That sounds... interesting."
"Yes," Tabitha answers with a small dip of her head. "I believe you will find it so."
"Hey, I'll give it a shot," I say, leaning back into the sofa cushions. "I'm not too big a fan of romance novels, but the ex and I read a fair few books on rainy weekends together. Mainly fantasy, but most of them were still pretty decent."
Tabitha smiles at me. She then opens up to the first page and clears her throat.
"The two stood alone on the bridge, looking into one another's eyes," she reads aloud, her voice soft yet firm. "The moon cast its soft glow upon them. Each held the other in their arms and their embrace was strong. Passionate. Full of longing."
I hum at the spoken words and lean forward slightly. "Intense."
Tabitha blinks once. "What?"
"The moment is intense," I clarify.
"Yes," she says, lowering her head in a brief second of agreement. "It is."
Tabitha then continues reading: "And then the man kissed her, softly and passionately. He kissed her cheek and ear. He kissed her lips and her neck. She let out a small moan, feeling his strong hands slide down her back."
And just as the Bluenette is about to continue, another round of yelling from Louise breaks our shared immersion in the read.
I look at Tabitha and sigh. "Guess we can't read like this, huh?"
She nods. "No. Not with them arguing."
I nod back, letting out a small, thoughtful hum.
"I guess we could just talk," I suggest. "I mean, you said on the road you had something you wanted to ask me, right?"
Tabitha nods again, satisfied with my suggestion.
"I did, yes."
"So," I say with a smile, "shoot. What is it?"
Tabitha takes a seat next to me on the couch, a book clutched close to her chest.
Then, a sudden shyness sweeps over her. I feel it through our shared connection.
"I... I wanted to speak with you... about our bond. About how it affects us," she whispers, her face deepening to an intense, dark red.
"Ah, yeah," I reply, looking down at my lap. Where could this be going? "That makes sense. It's kind of a big deal."
Tabitha lowers her head and gazes into her lap also. She hugs her book tighter.
"The other evening, before leaving for Lenore... were you... doing something intimate with someone, Michael?"
I blink. My heart punches in my chest, too.
Flashes of Siesta and I pleasing each other while Louise slept race through my thoughts.
"Y-Yes," I stammer. "I... I was. With Siesta..."
Tabitha nods, looking at me with a serious expression.
"The maid with the dark hair...?"
I swallow a lump in my throat, feeling a sense of nervousness come over me.
"Yeah."
"I... I see."
My heartbeat practically rings in my ears.
"Why'd you ask?" I put out nervously, my throat feeling dry all of a sudden.
Tabitha fidgets in her spot next to me, her cheeks growing even more crimson. "I... I just thought it would be appropriate to ask. Because I felt it. Your pleasure."
I gulp again. "You... You did?"
Tabitha's eyes, now glinting nervously, drift to her lap again.
"Yes, I did."
"I... Oh, o-okay..." I reply, blinking rapidly as I feel my own face burn. "So what you're saying is that: You felt some of what Siesta and I were feeling while we were... enjoying ourselves?"
"I... I did," Tabitha confirms in a whisper.
"A-Ah," I answer back, my blush deepening even more. "So it even applies to shit like... that."
"I believe it does," Tabitha confirms in a shy, quiet tone.
Unable to say anything, I hang my head and take a deep, cleansing breath.
"You are... embarrassed by this?" Tabitha asks in a quiet, timid voice.
"I... Well, I guess I am," I reply, feeling my face grow even hotter. "I mean, we've only known one another for a short while. You're one of the nicest people I've met in Tristain so far, Blue, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel comfortable around you... But being joined so completely, it's a lot."
"Yes, I understand," Tabitha answers, bobbing her head.
"And... And I'm sure it's the same for you too, right?" I continue, raising my head to meet her gaze.
Tabitha remains deathly silent, and a tiny bit of guilt glints in her soft blue eyes. I feel it pulse from her, too.
"What is it?" I ask, feeling a sudden nervousness creep up my spine. "Is something wrong?"
She shakes her head.
"No. It isn't."
"Are you sure?"
"I am," Tabitha replies, nodding once. "Yes."
The girl's heartbeat is so rapid now, though, that it's impossible to not notice it through our connection.
"Tabitha," I say, leaning in close to her with concern. "You're hiding something from me. I can tell."
Her eyes dart to mine. "H-How?"
"It's like... it's like I can feel you holding back, Blue," I answer, my eyes narrowing slightly.
Tabitha exhales sharply, her face reddening again.
"...I enjoy what we share, Michael," she admits in a tiny, fearful whisper. "The emotional connection... It makes me happy. To feel you. To sense you."
I'd be lying if I tried pretending that her admission didn't make my heart jump the slightest bit. And besides, I'm sure the girl senses it nice and sharply anyway. So there's no sense in lying to myself.
"I... I think it is because I do not have anyone I am close to. Not really.," the bluenette confesses, her face deepening to a bright red. "...I closed myself away when mother lost her mind..."
What she tells me sends a huge surge of miserable pain coursing through me thanks to our magical link. It's so intense that I almost gasp aloud.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Blue," I reply, looking at her with a sympathetic frown.
"Don't be," Tabitha says, shaking her head. "You aren't at fault."
"Yeah, but still..."
Tabitha takes a deep breath and then exhales it slowly.
"You understand my troubles, so it is quite alright."
I know what she's talking about, and her bringing it up sends a fearful shudder through me.
"You mean the shared dreams, right...?" I ask, just to be certain.
"Yes," Tabitha confirms with a slow, thoughtful bow of her head. "The dreams involving our mothers."
Tabitha bringing up mum hurts like Hell, and I know she feels it because she physically winces.
I look at her with a pained expression.
"I'm sorry," Tabitha apologizes, her face falling. "I shouldn't have said-"
I shake my head.
"It's fine, Blue," I answer in a small, tired voice. "Not quite what I'd hoped we might bond over, but... it's alright. I can tell you're desperate to get all of this off your chest."
Tabitha nods and looks down at her lap again. "I am."
I take a deep breath and try to calm my rapidly beating heart.
"Okay then," I say, leaning back against the couch cushions and giving her an encouraging look. "Hit me with it."
Tabitha takes a deep breath. Then another. Then a third.
"You have seen my memories of my mother, haven't you?"
I lower my head in a moment of deep confirmation. Upon raising it again I notice that the sun has almost entirely gone down and the room around us is getting dark. A door bangs in the bedroom behind us, too. Likely Louise leaving because of Kirche's teasing.
"I... I have," I finally answer. Somewhat cautiously.
"And what did you see, exactly?" Tabitha asks in a small, timid voice.
"A young you," I say, swallowing hard and exhaling bleakly. "You pick up a glass of shining purple liquid from a huge dining table. Just as you're about to drink it, though, an older woman snatches it away and swallows it down instead. Then her eyes bulge wide and she lets out a deranged scream."
Tabitha's eyes dart to mine, and I can't help but notice a few tears glisten in them.
"Yes. That is what I remember as well," she replies, nodding once.
"And what about you...?" I ask cautiously, reaching out and offering her a hand for comfort. "What do you see when it comes to my dreams, Tabby?"
Tabitha takes my hand. She squeezes it firmly in her own.
"You sit by a bed in a bright, clean white room. There are no pictures on the walls and curtains are drawn around the bed. A thin, frail woman with clutches your hand in hers, and the metal boxes at the head of her bed beep and blink."
"My mum," I confirm in a low, pained voice. "When her cancer was in its final stages."
"Yes," Tabitha answers. "She is ill. The woman's skin is pale, almost as if all life had been drained from it. Her hair is long and blonde. It looks just like yours, Michael."
I let out a small, sad sigh.
"Yeah, you and I are joined at the hip by this spell of yours, alright," I remark grimly, frowning.
Tabitha blinks, and the first of her tears falls.
Far from being angry with her, however, I bring my arms around her small shoulders.
The dainty mage sets down her book and throws herself into my chest.
And, for a good long while, we hold each other. Tightly and protectively. Without a word.
Finally, the both of us can't take it anymore.
"It... It was difficult to watch, Tabby," I say, my voice cracking as I struggle to stay together. "Those glimpses of your mum rejecting you, and the way she clung to that doll."
Tabitha nods.
"I felt the same when I saw your memories, Michael," she whispers. "To watch your mother wither away before your eyes, and to feel such overwhelming sadness and helplessness..."
Tears flow down my face at hearing Tabitha speak.
"Yeah," I agree with a sniffle. "It's shit, isn't it...? Losing someone you love."
"It is," Tabitha confirms in a soft voice. "Which is why I wish to know you better. To be your friend."
A strong sense of affection and loyalty swell from inside Tabitha, and I can't help but smirk proudly.
"Thank you, Blue," I reply, squeezing her shoulder gently. "That really means a lot."
Tabitha lets out a deep, relieved breath and leans in to rest her head against my chest.
I just close my eyes and listen to our joined heartbeats for a good long while.
When I open them again, I find myself looking up at an inky black sky through the window.
Tabitha rests against me, her body warm and relaxed.
My own eyes feel heavy, and my eyelids flutter closed.
"Michael," Tabitha whispers, breaking the silence. "May I ask you a question?"
I dip my head in agreement against her soft, blue hair. "Sure. What is it?"
"Are you and Louise... romantically involved?"
I blink at Tabitha's question, my eyes snapping open in surprise.
"Had it figured, did you?" I ask with a small, cheeky smile.
"It was not difficult to," she answers, shaking her head.
I nod, a small chuckle rising from my throat.
"Well, we're... getting there," I admit, feeling my face redden again. "But yeah, we are kind of in love."
At my saying so, a small jolt of pain courses through our shared connection.
"O-Oh," Tabitha replies in a quiet, hurt voice. "I see."
I frown. Because I know what it symbolizes. I'm not playing the idiot anymore.
"You okay, Blue?" I ask, bringing my hand around to gently rub her back.
Tabitha nods against my chest.
"I am fine, Michael," she answers, looking up at me with a weak smile. "Please do not worry."
"You sure?" I continue, looking at her with a worried frown. "I mean, I can sense that something's bothering you. Our link kind of does that."
Tabitha closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath.
Then, she speaks.
"I... I have grown close to you, Michael," she whispers, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "You have shown me great kindness and warmth since our bond was forged, and I am glad for it."
I nod against the top of her head, offering her a comforting smile.
"You can say how you really feel, Blue, don't worry."
The young eyes me for a fleeting second and then swallows anxiously.
"I feel as if... I feel as if you and I were meant to be close, Michael," Tabitha continues, her voice small and fearful. "As if we were meant to become friends. Close friends..."
I remain quiet, Tabitha's pent-up emotions just about ready to burst.
"It... It is more than that," Tabitha insists, her voice quivering slightly. "I feel... I feel something toward you that goes beyond friendship, Michael. I care for you deeply. More so than I ever expected to."
Her words send a wave of pleasant surprise coursing through me. And the slightest hint of unease, too. Because of how deeply tied in I already am with both Siesta and Louise.
"So," Tabitha continues, a nervous breath escaping her lips, "I... I want you to know that you may come to me when you need to. I will always be there for you. As a friend. And more."
I'm so taken aback by Tabitha's confession that I'm momentarily stunned into silence. Then I just close my eyes and practically beam.
Because it's a damn nice thing to hear from someone usually so timid.
"Thanks, Blue," I reply, patting her back gently. "I appreciate it. Truly."
Tabitha nods, a smile spreading across her lips.
"I am glad," she whispers, sounding relieved. "And you aren't angry, even though you and Louise are... close?"
I shake my head.
"No, I'm not," I answer with the smallest of smiles, "even though me and Louise are an item, Blue."
"Thank you, Michael," she says, nuzzling into my chest. "For being kind."
I chuckle and pat her back.
Louise stands at the sitting room's closed door with Toby clutched tightly in her arms, Kirche having left earlier to get some dinner after becoming bored of her foolish teasing.
Having heard Tabitha's confession to Michael, the two discussing their magical bond, the same magical bond Toby had mentioned sensing some days prior, the pinkette feels nervous but determined.
Determined to assert her position as Michael's master and beloved.
And equally determined to get to the bottom of this bond that he and Tabitha share.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep, shaky breath.
Then, she opens the sitting room door and steps through.
Tabitha looks up, blinking, a blush on her face.
Michael's eyes widen the slightest bit at her standing there, nervousness etched into his features.
Louise stands before them both with her hands on her hips and a steely expression.
"I heard everything," she says, her voice as stern as can be. "About your bond. And Tabitha's feelings."
"Oh," Tabitha says, her face reddening again.
"Well shit," Michael answers, lowering his slowly and giving Louise a weak, nervous smile.
"This is serious, Michael!" Louise snaps, pointing a finger at him. "I want to know everything. About how deeply the two of you are joined."
Floating out of Louise's arms, Toby opens out his pages.
"I am to blame for Miss Louise knowing of this, young sir," the sentient tome informs Michael, his pages glowing with dim magical energy. "I sensed the bond you and Miss Tabitha shared as the two of you laid comatose in the Academy's infirmary wing."
"You... You did?" Michael asks, his eyes widening.
Toby clicks his frontmost latch in confirmation. "I did."
Louise folds her arms over her chest and nods.
"What Toby says is true, Michael," she replies, her face growing increasingly red. "He told me about this connection you have with Tabitha... And I have waited for the right moment to discuss it with you."
"W-Well, I-" Michael flounders, unable to quite find his words.
"I want to know more," Louise commands, her face hardening. "Everything you know, Michael."
The blond's handsome face falls.
"Yeah, alright. I get it," he agrees with a sigh, his expression uneasy. "Honestly, Tabitha knows more about it than me, though."
Unthreading her arms from around Michael's middle, Tabitha takes out a wand from inside of her cloak's pocket to light the two candles sitting on the nearby table. Then she stands, clears her throat, and locks eyes with Louise intently.
"I believe that we are joined on a physical level as well as an emotional one," Tabitha explains, her face serious. "I feel his heartbeat in my chest, Louise. Every strong sensation. Every pain. Just as I know he feels mine. It is... overwhelming sometimes."
Louise nods at the revelations, her lips pursing in thought.
"Go on," she encourages further, her curiousity growing stronger.
"It is my fault, I am afraid," Tabitha confesses with a small bow of her head. "I merely intended to join us with a simple spell to sense one another's magic, but it backfired."
"How?" Louise asks, frowning.
Tabitha blinks, looking at Louise.
"I... I do not know," she answers, her eyebrows furrowing. "All I know is that somehow our link is much more than it was intended to be. And I have not yet found a way to break it, either."
"Spells that bind two as one are forbidden, Tabitha. Professor Chevreuse warned as much on more than one occasion," the pinkette reminds her classmate, her frown hardening. "You should have known better than to try something so foolish."
Tabitha bows her head and exhales gently, almost shamefully.
"I... I did not expect such a thing to occur, Louise," she confesses in a quiet voice. "I was only trying to help. To aid Michael. It was... a mistake."
"Yes, I understand," Louise replies, a look of concern flickering across her face. "But, this link of yours is dangerous. So, promise me that you will find a way to break it. And in return... I will not tell any of our instructors at the academy. Can you do that? Will you?"
"Of course, Louise," Tabitha replies, nodding deeply. "I will do what I can. I promise."
Tabitha's words make Louise's eyes narrow.
"You had better."
"Hey, now, don't you think you're being a bit harsh, Louise?" Michael interjects, standing and giving the pinkette a stern look. "Tabitha didn't mean to cause all of this trouble."
Tabitha blinks, looking up at him.
"M-Michael...?"
The blonde idiot gets up from his seat and stands at Tabitha's side.
"All I'm saying is, this was an accident. Don't be too hard on her, alright?"
Louise's eyes widen in shock at Michael's words and she glares bloody murder.
"A-And I suppose you're being so protective because of her confession just now, hmm?"
Michael's eyes narrow and his jaw clenches.
"Not at all, Princess. I'm just asking you to cut a little slack, yeah?"
Louise's eyes harden. Biting down on her lip, she forces out an irritable huff.
"Fine. But, as your mistress, I hereby decree that you are to remain by my side until the end of this evening," Louise demands, pointing at the spot on the carpet just in front of her with authority befitting one of her noble station. "Now come over here."
Michael scoffs, folds his arms defensively, and shakes his head.
"Not going to happen, Louise. Here's a bloody good notion, how about you just trust me instead?"
Tabitha's eyes widen at Michael's defiance, and Louise's cheeks redden in anger.
"Why, you..." the pinkette growls, pointing her finger at him accusingly, "how dare you refuse me!"
"Because I owned up to my shortcomings, and I promised to do right by you." Lowering his arms to his sides and taking a step nearer, the English familiar's green eyes radiate compassion. "Now, please. If you really want things to work between us then you need to try being a little trusting."
Louise's eyes soften at this, her mouth hanging open in shock.
"I... I will try," the petite mage replies, lowering her head in a terse instant of agreement. She then looks to Tabitha, fear rising into her heart from the depths of her stomach. "Now, be honest with me, Tabitha, as one noble to another. Is what you said the truth? Are you... in love with my familiar?"
The question makes Tabitha gasp gently, and the girl clutches her hands tightly together in her lap.
"I... I am not sure, Louise," Tabitha answers, her face flushing red. "It is as I have said. I only know that I care deeply for him and would do anything to help him."
Louise lets out a small, frustrated sigh.
"That does not answer my question, Tabitha," she says, shaking her head. "Are you or aren't you in love with my familiar?"
The blue-haired mage takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.
"I... I believe so, Louise," she answers in a quiet, nervous voice.
Louise blinks. Her eyes widen, and a strong sense of insecurity swells inside of her.
"So... you are, then," she states, her voice cracking with emotion.
Tabitha nods.
"I am, Louise," the blue mage confirms, looking up at the petite pinkette with a serious expression. "And I will not apologize for it. Micheal is important to me."
Michael looks to the floor, his teeth clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Okay, look, how about we all just take a breath here, alright?" he offers, raising his hands and taking a step toward Louise. "We can all be adults about this."
Louise tightens her stare and growls, rage burning through her.
"No, I will not!" the pinkette shouts, glaring daggers at Michael. "Not as long as you're in love with my familiar, Tabitha!"
Tabitha bites her lip, and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"I was truthful as you asked, Louise. Now, please. Let us be done with this. It is tiring."
Louise shakes her head and stomps her foot against the carpet.
"No, I will not! I won't let you have him!"
"Have him? I have no intention of stealing your familiar from you," Tabitha replies, blinking in confusion.
"Oh, you don't, do you?" Louise replies, folding her arms over her chest.
Toby, who floats between the discourse, clears his throat and gives his pages a light ruffle.
"Respectfully, Miss Louise, I fear the inn's other patrons, nay, half the inn may hear this conversation if you yell any louder," the sentient tome warns in a soft voice. "Please try to be mindful of the other guests and keep your voice down."
"Oh, be quiet, book!" Louise snaps. Swinging away from Michael and Tabitha, the pinkette gazes out of the window at the night sky. "I won't have you lecturing me on how I should and shouldn't behave. My noble property is under threat!"
Behind her, Michael groans with immense displeasure.
"Bloody hell, Louise. You're being a real pain in the arse, you know that?"
Louise swings back around and glares at Michael with fury.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," the blonde idiot replies, folding his arms over his chest. "You're being difficult. So stop it."
Louise's eyes widen. Her cheeks flush with anger.
"What did you just say to me?!"
"The truth, take it or leave it," Michael answers, a deep frown etched onto his face. "Either way, I'm done with this conversation."
Louise's mouth drops open in shock, and she steps back a pace, taken aback.
And without a word, Michael steps past her and leaves the room, closing the sitting room door behind him.
"Michael is right," the blue mage says in a quiet voice, breaking the silence. "You are being childish."
Louise blinks and swallows hard.
"W-Well, I-"
"Why do you fear others caring for him?" Tabitha asks all too bluntly, adjusting her glasses.
Louise's cheeks redden deeply at Tabitha's words, and she begins to stammer.
"I... I... I..."
Tabitha gives a slow bow of her head. Her eyes glint with knowing.
"I think I understand," the bespectacled girl replies, her voice soft.
Louise's face falls, and her bottom lip quivers.
"You dislike yourself. You feel inferior. And so you fear Michael will cast you aside."
Louise bites her lip, her cheeks burning.
"I... I never said that," the pinkette mumbles.
Tabitha shakes her head.
"You do not have to say it. I see it reflected in your eyes. And in your mannerisms."
Louise takes a deep breath and forces out a shallow, pained sigh.
"Know this, though, Louise," Tabitha says, taking a step nearer. "I do not see you as my inferior. You are just unfortunate."
Louise hangs her head and stares at the buckles of her shoes.
The tiniest flicker of gratefulness lights up the dark, fearful void that rests at her core. Her fear of ridicule. Her phobia of being mocked for her lack of progress.
Tabitha has never once picked on her like all of the others, after all. Not even a single time.
"As for your familiar, Louise," her classmate continues with the slightest hint of fondness warming her voice, "Michael is a simple man, beyond his pains. He sole desires are to be loved and respected, since he cannot return to his world. He will fight tirelessly for those he holds dear."
"I-I know that, Tabitha, he's my idiot familiar, after all," Louise reminds the blue-haired girl with a cold undertone, raising her eyes the smallest fraction.
Tabitha dips her head in acknowledgement. Then she looks the petite mage straight in the eye without so much as blinking.
"Then you should not doubt the vastness of his feelings for you," the bluenette recommends somewhat plainly, folding her arms behind her back and focusing her gaze with quieted intensity. "They are as strong his stubbornness, and as unwavering as his willingness to fight."
Louise nods slowly and then swallows hard. A tiny hint of envy hangs in her stomach - a dead weight.
"And I suppose you feel those things? Being tied to him as you are?" she presses with a spiteful undertone.
Tabitha bobs her head in confirmation and steps closer.
"I do," she replies, a tiny, cautious smile on her lips. "And you should not fear. I only desire that he someday cares for me with just a fraction of the affection he holds for you."
Louise bites down on her lip and looks away. Her envy twists into a guilty flutter in the pit of her stomach.
"Goodnight, Louise."
The pinkette watches from the corner of her eye: Tabitha turns on her heel and returns to the seat by the unlit fire, picks up a thick tome, and delves into its pages without a further word.
"Goodnight," the girl replies in a small voice.
Then, with a sigh, she goes to the bedchamber and enters, closing the door behind her after Toby zips through.
There, in the bedchamber, she flops face-first into the large bed for four and lets out a tiny whimper.
She has much to think about.
And much to apologize for.
I walk the Halfway House's halls to try and cool my temper.
Louise can be a real pain when she's snappy!
More than that, can't she see that I won't just up and leave her when the two of us have already come this far together?
We're in too deep now.
And besides, I can't leave her.
Not after all we've been through.
The girl's got me in her clutches. As irritating as she gets sometimes.
I breathe a deep sigh as I round the corner and arrive in the wide reception hall.
Kirche, who looks to be coming back my way from another wing of the inn, instantly spots me and her face lights up.
"Ah, Michael! There you are!"
The buxom redhead rushes to me, her hips swaying with every step. She throws herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my chest and her hands gripping me around my shoulders.
Not at all in the mood for her playful advances, work free of her grip and glare her down.
"Not now, Kirche," I tell her in a stern tone. "I'm not in the mood."
Kirche blinks and recoils as if I'd slapped her.
Then, in the coming moments, her expression softens into her usual sensual smirk.
"Very well then," she says, nodding and folding her arms behind her back. "Might I ask what has you so gloomy though, love?"
I sigh and fold my arms over my chest.
"It's... complicated."
The well-stacked Germanian lets out a sigh and shakes her head.
"Louise, I take it?" Kirche presumes, placing her hands on her hips and cocking an eyebrow at me.
I bob my head a couple of times, a frown etched onto my face.
"Is she being difficult again?" the red-haired girl wonders.
I sigh and nod.
"Yeah, that's an understatement."
Her expression gentle with understanding, and the Germanian dips her head. Then she offers me one of her soft, tanned hands.
"Luckily for you, Michael, I pride myself on being a good listener, despite my playfulness," Kirche notes, winking at me. "That said, how about the two of us go to the dining hall and chat over a couple of drinks? My treat."
I smirk at the offer laid out in front of me.
"Think you can hold off from flirting for at least an hour there, Kirche?"
The redhead grins and follows up with a sly wink.
"Perhaps. If you're lucky."
I chuckle at her honesty.
"Fine, we won't call this a date."
And without a word more, I take Kirche's hand and allow the buxom Germanian to lead me through the inn's long and winding halls.
...
The Halfway House's dining hall is absolutely huge!
There's row upon row of large four and six-person tables, all covered in white cloth with candles burning in their centers. Several tables for two sit off in the corners as well. Most of the larger tables are filled with other inn patrons, whose idle conversation drifts through the hall. Flickering candlelight and gently buzzing lanterns against the wall cast the chamber in a warm and vibrant glow, and a pianist plays a relaxing melody off in the corner at a seriously flashy grand piano.
A long, fully laden hart-wood bar top sits a little to the left, and here Kirche and I sit on high-backed chairs.
"What can I get you to drink, Michael?" the redhead asks, turning to me and flashing me a saucy smile. "The same as the day we rescued your little maid friend, perhaps?"
At first, I think Kirche's comment is just another instance of the boisterous girl's penchant for playful teasing, but instead, I watch in amazement as she bangs a fist against the solid oak, just over a gap in the countertop, and calls out to a pair of barmen. Commoners, judging by their clothes compared to the patrons at the tables.
The guy has short brown hair and wears a white shirt and black trousers, and the girl sports a green linen dress with her cool blue pulled into a loose ponytail by a twine band.
Both bow their heads for Kirche with the utmost respect and await her order.
"Yeah, I could go for another rum, thanks," I reply to the redhead, offering the barwoman a thumbs up. "Something strong that'll get a buzz going quickly."
"Just the whiskey's fine," Kirche adds, smiling. "Whiskey with water, actually."
Impressed with her choice, I whistle.
"Whisky? Didn't see that one coming, Miss von Zerbst."
Kirche giggles and winks at me.
"I have many hidden depths, Michael, dear."
I chuckle and shake my head.
"That you do, I'll bet. That I'm sure you you do."
The redhead smiles, and the two of us watch as the staff pour our drinks and serve them into a pair of small pewter mugs.
"Anything else, Miss?" the barman asks, bobbing his head for Kirche.
Kirche looks at me and quirks an eyebrow.
I hold up a hand and shake my head.
"Nah, rum's just fine for me."
The barman nods.
"Thank you very much, Miss," the man says, bowing his head. "We appreciate your custom."
Kirche gives a small hum and inclines her head.
"And I appreciate your service."
The barman blinks in surprise, then quickly rushes off.
Kirche laughs and turns back to me.
"Now then, I'd like to toast, if I may."
I raise my brow with curiousity.
"To?"
"To the two of us finally spending some more time together, of course," Kirche answers, winking at me. "It has certainly been a while since I last enjoyed your company."
I shake my head. Then I crack a little chuckle.
"Oh, alright then."
Kirche grins and holds her mug out for me to clink.
"Cheers!"
I reach out and touch the rim of my mug against hers.
"Cheers."
We both take a hearty gulp of our drinks and set them down on the bar top. Then, humming with satisfaction, Kirche rests her hand on my shoulder.
"Now, darling, you just relax and ease those tensions of yours," she encourages, retracting her hand. "I'll gladly listen for as long as it takes, so long as it helps."
I take a deep breath and let it out as a sigh.
"Louise found out Tabitha has feelings for me, and she didn't take it well."
Kirche gasps softly at the revelation, a hand reaching up to cover the smirk forming on her lips.
"Oh really now? Our quiet little Tabitha has a thing for you, does she?"
"She does," I answer flatly, taking a sip of my rum. "I figured you might have guessed."
"I can't say I had suspicions of any kind, but it explains why she was so chipper before we left the Academy last night," Kirche replies with a sheepish look, lowering her hand.
The Germanian giggles to herself and cracks a wide, playful smile.
"My my, you are becoming quite the popular one, aren't you, Michael?"
I let out a nervous chuckle and shrug.
"Not intentionally," I assure her.
Kirche laughs at my self-deprecating remark and nudges my arm with her elbow.
"Well, you're certainly not as oblivious as you pretend to be, are you, love?"
I shrug again as an unwilling smirk creeps onto my lips.
"Got me figured out, I see."
Kirche gives me a small and cheeky wink.
"I suppose you could say that."
I chuckle for a quick second, and nod.
"But no, really. I never meant for any of this to happen," I explain, running a hand through my hair. "For Louise and I to get closer, or Siesta, or Tabitha. In fact, I played at being oblivious to avoid all of it at first, and... Well, here we are. More attention than I ever had in my world."
Kirche takes a sip of her whiskey and gives me a curious look.
"And why is that a bad thing, precious?" the redhead asks.
"It's not," I reply with a shake my head. "Or at least it wasn't at first. But all of this... Well, it's getting a little much."
"Then tell me something, Michael," Kirche replies, resting her chin on her hand. "What is it about our lovely little Louise that has you so... interested? It certainly can't be that petite doll's body of hers," the Germanian remarks with a teasing chuckle. "Womanhood has all but missed her."
I blink, and furrow my brow.
"Hey, that's mean. Louise is plenty cute despite being a little... lacking in places."
Kirche sniggers, and takes another sip of her whiskey from her cup.
"Yes, I'm sure, but what draws you to her? Why is she so important to you?"
I let out a long sigh, and stare at the bar top for a second.
"I guess it's because- Well, it's because she's sweet behind that grumpy exterior. A girl that just wants someone to care about her for being Louise. Not a nobleman's daughter, and not a failing mage."
Kirche wears a deeply thoughtful expression for several moments over my reasoning: It's as though my words really struck home, given what I know about her reasons for leaving Germania and coming here.
"And what of Tabitha?" the Germanian asks after a pause. "Why do you hold her in such high esteem?"
"Tabitha's always been alone. She shut herself off from the world when really, all she wanted was a friend," I explain, a small but caring smile tugging the corners of my lips. "And since becoming her friend recently, I've seen just how caring and loyal she is. Even if she doesn't say too much."
I exhale my rising feelings and my smile drops.
"I guess I just wanted to help her see that she wasn't alone, and somewhere along the way she kinda just fell for me," I add, taking a sip from my mug and clearing my throat amidst the rum's burn. "And a part of me worries about where the two of us getting any closer may lead, for everyone..."
Kirche radiates deep understanding at my explanation.
"You're scared of hurting them," the noble girl surmises, finishing the last of her whiskey.
"That's it exactly," I agree, nodding. "Plus, I have Siesta waiting in Lenore for me, too. Girl absolutely adores me."
Kirche raises a brow.
"The maid girl you and I saved from Count Mott's estate?"
I give a thumbs up.
"Uh-huh, yeah, that's her. She works for Louise now, too," I continue on with a thumbs up, "officially, too. Paper and seal. The whole song and dance."
Kirche hums.
"Our little Louise took her off the Academy's hands... Interesting."
Kirche provides a second deeper hum and takes a sip of her drink.
"And here I remain, the only girl missing from this romantic tapestry," the redhead remarks, giving me a sad half-smile.
I blink and stare at her with wide eyes.
"Kirche, I-"
The redhead chuckles at my shock and waves her hand.
"No, no, darling, I don't mean like that," Kirche answers, shaking her head. "I was merely teasing."
I breathe in and out deeply to calm my frazzled nerves, and nod.
"Fair enough..."
The Germanian titters and reaches over, patting my back.
"But you know, Michael, dear, it is good to see you open up," the buxom redhead admits with a tiny smirk.
I raise a brow.
"You think so?"
Kirche nods and takes another sip of her whiskey.
"I do," she replies, setting her cup back down. "Though I'll admit that you being so forthright hardens my fleeting feelings toward you somewhat."
I give a half-smile of my own.
"Sorry."
Kirche chuckles at my apology and shakes her head.
"Don't be sorry," she insists with a small smile. "It's not like you are being untrue to yourself or anything, so you shouldn't apologize. Not at all."
"Thanks, Kirche."
Kirche hums and rests a hand on my shoulder. Her eyes practically shine with compassion.
"May I confess a secret, since you have been so open with me?"
I look the busty redhead in the eye gift her a glassy smile.
"Of course, Kirche."
Kirche offers me a gracious look in return
"I envy Louise," the Germanian confesses, looking me in the eyes as she does. "She has a wonderful man beside her who cares for her wellbeing. A man who is admittedly reckless, true, but someone to help her become a better person."
Kirche removes her hand from my shoulder and places it into her lap. She then glances off to the side and exhales dejectedly, twiddling one of her fiery red locks.
"And though I have enjoyed both pleasure and passion with so many men since coming here to Tristain, I have always felt... empty. I have never found what you and the other girls share, even though it is a source of stress for you at present," Kirche confesses, frowning as she turns back to face me. "I am quite jealous of that, Michael."
My heart genuinely aches at Kirche's blunt, painful confession. All I can manage to support her is a single, weak nod.
I can't find a reply, though. Try as I might, the words just don't come.
Kirche looks so very, very gloomy for a couple of seconds.
"It's alright, Michael," she tells me, taking up her glass of whiskey. "I do not expect you to solve all my problems. Or any of them. I'm a von Zerbst, after all."
All I can do is sigh deeply, finishing the last of my drink.
A little looser thanks to the alcohol working its way into my system, I'll brave opening up a bit more.
Within reason, though. This is still Kirche after all.
"Want my brutally honest opinion, Kirche?"
The redhead nods.
"Yes, I would."
I clear my throat and offer a hand to the girl. She takes it gladly and locks my fingers together with hers, squeezing my palm gently.
"Being real, I think if you'd shown this side when we first met, the gentler, more sincere side, then things might have been different between us," I confess earnestly, squeezing her hand for support. "Seriously. You're fun to be around and all, but you really need to learn when to dial it down. Just like I should've stopped denying my feelings way sooner."
The Germanian hums at my reply, and I watch her expression shift into one of deep thought.
"And, supposing I told you more about myself, the Kirche behind my teasing, would you be a good friend and lend me an ear, dearest?" Kirche poses. Mustering a small and hopeful smile, the Germainian caresses the back of my hand with her thumb.
I nod at her willingness and eye her warmly. Very warmly.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind at all, Kirche."
Kirche beams at my reply and giggles happily.
"Wonderful!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together. "Perhaps we should get another drink first, though. Then, if you're willing, we can head over to a corner table: to talk more privately."
I smile approvingly at her suggestion and turn to the barman.
"Another rum for me, please. The same kind," I clarify as politely as I can. "And a whiskey for Miss Kirche, too, if you would."
The barman nods.
"Of course, sir."
A minute longer sees our drinks served up and placed on the bar top.
The female bartender, who stands to the left of her male counterpart, steps up to speak.
"Will that be all for today then, madam, sir?"
"It will, yes," Kirche replies. "Have these billed to Miss von Zerbst in the Silver Suite."
Both bartenders bow respectfully for the noblewoman.
"Thank you again for your patronage," they both say with the utmost respect.
With drinks in hand, Kirche and I walk over to a quiet corner table and sit down opposite one another.
I take a sip from my mug and clear my throat.
"So, tell me more about you, Red," I encourage, resting my chin on my hand.
The redhead takes a sip of her whiskey and places the glass down on the table. She then folds her arms over her chest and fixes me with a loving look.
"Very well, Michael, I'll be honest to a fault with you, especially with the precious nickname you bestowed upon me there," Kirche begins, taking a sip of her whiskey. "I am the second daughter of Duke Ferdinand von Zerbst and the youngest of four children."
I let out a small laugh and wave my hand.
"Hey, I appreciate the formal stuff, but I already get the picture as far as you nobles are concerned. You're all daughters to dukes and lords, from what I hear. Tell me about you, Kirche," I implore. "About the real you, not the show you put on for others."
The buxom lowers her head for a second, sighs and nods.
"You're right," she agrees. "I'm sorry. The formality is a force of habit."
"Don't worry about it, I get it," I assure the redhead, flashing her a grin."My home country has monarchs and the like."
Kirche hums in thought for several moments as though considering what to say next. She then nods to herself and brings her fingers into a tight clasp atop the table.
"Well, I am rather fond of taking long walks and painting, not least because I find that it calms me," the redhead begins. "I also enjoy a good drink, which I am sure you have gathered already. Germanian whisky is my prefered tipple, though I am also rather fond of Romalian redberry wine."
I chuckle at that. Can't say I fault her for enjoying a good drink or two.
"Yeah, you're a bit of a drinker, aren't you?"
Kirche giggles and nods.
"I am, but only when the situation calls for it," the redhead replies. "I'm also rather fond of pushing myself concerning my magical studies. The burn of exertion I feel whilst conjuring powerful spells feels... oddly pleasing to me."
I raise a brow, honestly surprised.
Then I remember my situation with magic is unique. Kirche is a noble of this world. Her magic is natural.
I decide it best not to dwell. I'd rather learn more while my gorgeous companion is willing to share.
"What else, then?"
Kirche smiles and reaches across the table to squeeze my hand.
"Well, Michael, contrary to what I let others believe, I would prefer my evenings courting a man to be romantic, rather than lustful," she informs me, smiling warmly. "I like the idea of falling asleep with my love beside me, of him simply holding me close and keeping me warm through the night."
"Huh, that's sweet," I say, sipping my drink and setting the cup back down.
Kirche chuckles and retracts her hand, placing it back on her lap.
"Without clothes, though," the redhead adds with a sultry giggle. "Something of another's bare body against mine bares such primal beauty, and is yet so..."
"Comforting?" I suggest, sipping my drink. "And sensual?"
Kirche's eyes widen, and she blinks at me.
"Yes, that's it exactly," the redhead agrees with a gentle purr. "That's what I was looking for."
"Hey, I get you there," I reply, resting my chin on my hand. "Me and the ex didn't often sleep with anything on. Well, not during the summer, anyway. It was actually pretty romantic sometimes. Even if we ended up a little clammy now and again."
Kirche chuckles.
"Indeed, doing so can certainly get quite humid, especially during Germania's summertime," the redhead comments with a naughty look. "Anyway, I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me, heart to heart. "I feel that we have a better understanding of each other now, Michael," the Germanian adds, crossing her arms beneath her bust.
"Likewise. You're an interesting little puzzle box, Kirche von Zerbst," I follow, giving her a pat on the shoulder.
The Germanian smiles and takes a sip of her whiskey.
"Oh, a puzzle box, am I?"
"Damned right," I confirm, holding up my mug in a mock toast. "And I have to say, you've really picked up my mood some. So, thank you."
Kirche beams at my praise and laughs softly.
"You are quite welcome, Michael, dear," the redhead replies, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. "And thank you for listening to me babble on for so long."
"Not a problem at all, really," I reassure the buxom girl, squeezing her hand back. "As I said, I prefer this more... genuine side to you."
Kirche giggles. Then, retracting her hand, she finishes her drink and stands from the table.
"And you know what, I must admit that you're even more handsome when you're not acting like an oblivious idiot," she adds, winking. She then offers a hand. "Well, I'm ready to depart if you are. Would you do me the honour of walking back to the suite together?"
I smile approvingly and take her hand, letting her help me up.
"Sounds like a plan to me."
And so, we step out from our corner table and begin toward the dining hall doors together.
...
I open the Silver Suite's door for Kirche and gesture for her to step through with an outstretched arm.
"Go ahead," I encourage the redhead, stepping inside after her and closing the door behind me.
Our shared abode is far darker. I glance up to the cieling and notice the chandelier candles have been put out. Several smaller candles have been lit around the large and luxurious bedroom to provide additional light at this late hour.
My eyes gravitate toward the huge shared bed in the middle of the room next. A pair of candles flicker on its bedside tables on either side, providing the bulk of the suite's light.
Louise, dressed down into her usual frilly pink nightgown from usual school clothes and cloak, is already tucked in bed fast asleep.
I let out a sigh at the sight of her and shake my head.
Guess we'll have to leave patching things up until the morning.
Kirche giggles and gives me a nudge.
"Don't worry, Michael," the buxom redhead whispers, reaching down to remove her boots. "I'm sure little Louise will be all better in the morning."
"We can hope," I reply in a low voice, mindful of waking the pinkette. I then shift my gaze toward the sitting room's adjoining door. "Back in a second. Just going to check on Tabitha."
Kirche nods.
"Alright," the redhead replies, brushing past me to the door closest to our bed: The door I assume leads to the washroom our butler mentioned earlier. "I'm going to change for bed."
I let out a short laugh and walk over to the adjoining door.
"You do that."
With a tired exhale, I reach the door and turn the handle. I then step into the sitting room beyond and close the door behind me.
The sitting room's fireplace is lit and soothing orange light fills its four corners.
And, turning toward the sofa's, my heart kicks in my chest.
Tabitha stands by the nearest sofa seat with her back turned as she steps into a pair of plain white underwear and slowly, painstakingly slides them upwards.
Worse, my eyes dwell where I know they shouldn't.
On her lender legs.
On her pale skin.
On the scruffy, pale blue patch of hair running down between her thighs.
And especially on her perky, exposed behind.
Stunned, I say nothing. I can't. A thick lump fills my throat.
All I can do is watch.
Admire.
Drink in the blue-haired girl, still dressed in a white, long-sleeved undershirt with a matching pair of thigh-high socks, changing her clothes.
My heart hammers, and I pray to almighty God that our shared bond doesn't give me away.
The dainty girl finishes pulling up her underwear and hooks it around her slim hips with a small, satisfied sigh. Tabitha then begins unfastening the buttons holding her undershirt closed, starting at the bottom and working her way up.
Not wanting to disturb her, and damned sure I'd better leave, I take a nervous step backward.
And I bump into a table, causing a vase topple over.
Tabitha immediately turns around at the sound.
The bluenette's eyes widen, and her cheeks flush.
I sense her heartbeat kick upward, as does mine. A shared melody through our bond.
"Michael?" Tabitha asks in a small voice, clutching her shirt closed.
I clear my throat and look off to the side.
"Sorry, I- Sorry, I just came to see if you were okay," I explain, gesturing to the door behind me. "I'll go now, Blue. Apologies."
Tabitha releases a a pent-up breath. Then, in a single jittery movement, the bluenette opens out her unbuttoned shirt and lets it fall from her shoulders.
My eyes widen... and my chest tightens.
Little, delicate, developing breasts with nipples the color of a pale pink rose stare back at me.
Erect nipples. Flushing with blood and stiffening with excitement.
Tabitha turns around with a small sigh and pulls her hair over her left shoulder, showing off the nape of her slender neck. She then slides her arms out of her shirt and drops it to the floor.
My heart skips a beat at the sight, and I feel a wave of excitement surge through me. From her. From us both.
Tabitha glances over her shoulder with a shy smile and a faint blush across her cheeks.
"My nightgown," the bluenette whispers, gesturing with her bespectacled gaze to the sofa arm.
I nod stiffly and force out a shallow exhale.
"Oh, right Y-Yeah."
My eyes trail over the tiny, cute curves of her petite figure for a moment before settling on the sofa behind her.
A soft white, button-up nightgown sits folded there.
I step forward and scoop up the nightgown. Then, holding it out, I offer it to Tabitha.
"Here you go," I say, doing my best to keep my eyes above her neck.
Tabitha's blush deepens to a dark red as she takes the nightgown. She then turns away from me and lifts it up over her head.
"Thank you, Michael," the blue-haired girl whispers as she slides her arms through the garment's sleeves. "For the clothes," she continues, reaching for its top button. "And for being so kind earlier. When Louise lost her temper earlier."
I return her gratitude with a nervy smile. Then I bring my hand to my chest give a Tristain-style bow.
"Not a problem at all," I reply, clearing my throat.
Tabitha raises her lips the smallest bit out of gratitude and turns to face me with lightly pinkened cheeks.
Her pale, cute, petite figure is now hidden beneath a layer of soft, white cloth.
I reach out and place a hand on the girl's shoulder.
Her heart beats so loudly that it's like a drum in my head.
As I'm sure mine is in hers.
Her emotions swell with overwhelming intensity, perfectly clear through our magical binding.
The bluenette yearns to reach out and grab me. To squeeze me tight.
"Michael, I-"
"It's alright, Tabitha," I stammer. "You don't have to say a word."
Tabitha's eyes well with sincerity.
She nods and lowers her head.
"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to complicate things," she whispers, her heart beating like a drum. "It's just that you've been so kind to me, and I don't want things to return to how they were. Before my, our... accident. Even if you love Louise and she loves you."
A wave of overpowering adoration surges from the blue-haired girl and floods inside of me as she finishes, causing me to stagger slightly.
My eyes widen, and my heart skips a beat.
I... I... Oh shit. This is the enormity of Tabitha's feelings...? Fuck, not even the world's vastest ocean's deep enough.
Tabitha blinks and reaches out to steady me.
"Are you alright, Michael?" the bluenette asks, clutching my arm. "You look-"
"I'm fine," I reply, brushing her hand away. "Just tired."
Tabitha tilts her head to one side and furrows her brow.
"Is it because of Louise?" she asks, gesturing to the door behind me. "Did she..."
I sigh and shake my head.
"No, nothing like that," I assure the girl, shaking my head. "I just... It's just been a long day."
Tabitha's expression softens, and she nods a couple of times.
"I understand, Michael," the bluenette replies, turning around to pick up her book from the sofa. She then turns back to me and flashes me a tender little look. "And, even if I have spoiled our time here, I appreciate all you've done for me."
I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.
"You haven't, Blue, you have my word," I say with absolute surety, wanting her to feel the truth.
But still...
No way in the heck did I think supporting Tabitha as I have would be met with this level of gratitude. Not that I'm ungrateful or anything, it's just...
Well, the girls here in Halkeginia are more affectionate and sincere than those in the modern world I come from. They wear their hearts on their sleeves, that's for sure.
I turn away from the bluenette and begin toward the sitting room door.
"I'm glad," Tabitha replies, smiling with fragility as she clutches a palm to her chest.
A bed I'm sharing with the girls, I recall as I open the sitting room door and step through.
Kirche included.
Oh boy.
The redhead, dressed down into her nightgown, is already sitting atop the covers on the suite's huge four-poster bed when I return. She sits with her legs crossed, and hands folded over her lap. Her expression brightens when she sees me.
"All settled with Tabitha?" Kirche asks, brushing a few stray locks of hair behind her ear.
I give a thumbs up and sit down on the edge of the bed. Then I take off my shoes.
"Mmm-hmm, yep," I confirm, stepping around the bed's far side and sitting down. "All good."
I glance over my shoulder to my sleeping pink-haired mistress, who is sprawled out on her back and sound asleep.
The girl sleeps like a log, really.
Kirche flashes me a warm smile and strolls around to the side of the bed I'm sitting on.
Which makes my heartbeat ramp up for what has to be the tenth time tonight.
"You're sleeping on this side...?" I ask, slipping off my socks and placing them into my shoes.
Kirche giggles at the question and places her hands on her hips.
"Do you not think it would be for the best, especially given Tabitha's confession tonight?"
I... I can't fault her logic. Even if this is a freezer or frying pan scenario.
With a small sigh, I get to my feet and unbuckle my belt.
"You're probably right," I relent, pushing my pants down my legs. "But Louise..."
Kirche nods and gestures toward the sleeping pinkette.
"Do not worry, precious, I'll be very discreet," the buxom redhead assures me with a wink. "And besides, you'll be safe from our little Tabitha beside me," she adds, leaning in close to whisper in my ear. "Provided you hold me close like a good, honorable gentleman."
I recall my and Kirche's earlier conversation - her desire to be held instead of her every encounter ending sexually - and note the genuine sincerity coloring her tone.
I can't help but crack a tiny, fragile smirk at the irony of all this.
This is Kirche von Zerbst...! And she's the safer option here, tonight!
I let out a small laugh and shake my head.
"Fine then, you win," I concede, "but there'd better be underwear under that little number of yours, and those hands had better not wander," I continue as I fold up my pants and place them in my bag.
Kirche giggles and claps her hands together excitedly. Quietly, but excitedly.
"Of course, Michael," the Germanian replies, raising her hand in a solemn gesture. "I shall be on my best behavior," she assures with a small curtsy.
I raise a brow at the girl.
"Really?"
Kirche beams at the question.
"You'll just have to trust me, won't you?"
I sigh and shake my head.
"Yeah, I guess so," I reply, slipping off my shirt.
Kirche hums alluringly, her gaze drifting down to my exposed torso.
I give the girl a look.
The redhead's eyes widen, and she looks up at the ceiling with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry, Michael, dear, couldn't help myself," the buxom girl replies, flashing me a coy look.
Oh yeah, this is going to go really well...
I finish folding up my clothes and place them in my bag. I then climb atop the bed's covers.
Kirche follows after me, climbing atop the bed and crawling toward me on all fours.
My heart skips a beat at the sight.
The girl's perky, full breasts bounce and sway enticingly beneath her nightgown with each and every movement, her long, red hair trailing behind her.
Then, reaching me, Kirche crawls into the space beside me. She then turns to face me with a tiny, playful smile.
I let out a breath and reach out to extinguish the candle on my side of the bed.
Now, with only the candles on the far sides of the room providing light, the girl shifts to her right, pressing her back against mine.
Louise shifts the slightest bit beside me, and I hear the pinkette murmur something in her sleep.
A contented sigh escapes Kirche's lips as she settles in against me.
But not without giving her perfectly round behind the tiniest of wiggles against my crotch afterward.
"Goodnight, Kirche," I say, my voice coming out as little more than a whisper, as I bite my lip to hold back her unwanted (but not unwelcome) stimulation.
Kirche hums happily and nestles in closer.
"Goodnight, Michael, darling."
With a small sigh, I close my eyes.
Pressed up against me, Kirche's warm body provides a comforting heat against my chest, while the faint floral scent of her hair lulls me into a sense of serenity and calm.
I take a deep breath and then exhale.
The sound of the buxom girl's soft, rhythmic breathing begins to fade into the background as I slip further and further into sleep's embrace.
I bring my arms around the girl's slender waist and pull her close to me. For comfort.
"As thanks for hearing me out earlier, Kirche," I reason at a whisper.
The Germanian simply hums with satisfaction and snuggles completely into my hold.
"Why thank you, dear," Kirche purrs near silently, "you really are a sweetheart."
"I try, for what it's worth," I reply with a hint of a chuckle. "Now, lets get some sleep. And no more wiggling."
Another teasing hum escapes Kirche's lips, and I feel her back stiffen against my chest.
"I'll be a good girl, I promise. No goodnight kiss...?"
I sigh and roll my eyes.
"Down, girl, down."
A short, mischievous giggle leaves Kirche. Then, complete silence falls over the room.
As the silence stretches out, only broken briefly by Tabitha entering from the sitting room and climbing into the side of the bed nearest Louise, I exhale and let myself drift.
It's been a long, long day.
To be continued...
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