The light in my darkness - Anastasia

It wasnt safe to say what was happening inside Baal as Amaryllis had put him to sleep. It didnt even really like a sleep, more like a coma. He had been gone for a week, just lying in a bed, being supervised by Kyle, who had to go through a lot of research to figure out how to not let Baal just starve to death, feeding a souldemon souls, was apparently another thing the werewolf could add to his list of things he could do. He had taken Baal's shirt off to inspect the burning marks, and hopefully cool him somewhat down. Baal wasnt sure if he was dreaming, or just paralyzed. The marks on his body was still glowing, his skin burning to the touch. Until one day, they seemed to fade back to their inked stance, and he opened his eyes. He hadnt moved for so long, and yet he seemed to be overly exhausted. He swallowed and felt the dryness of his mouth, he hadnt been fed today, that he felt. He lifted his hand to touch his throat and made a slight pained frown. "I guess I won this time as well," he hoarsely said before he turned his eyes to Anastasia and smiled a bit. "Hey Ana..." he said a bit strained.

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He looked at her with a slight smile as she told him not to scare her like that again, “I wont scare you like that again, I promise,” he said still quite hoarse and gently put his hand over hers and looked into her eyes. He was oddly calm compared to what he had just been through, when she asked if there was anything he needed, he squeezed her hand and shook his head, “I am fine for now. A bit hungry, but it’ll have to wait,” he said, feeling his throat getting used to talk. He put his other hand on his neck to feel a couple of stitches. The bombs must have been removed. He looked at her, “How are you though? I never wanted to make you worry like that,” he then said as he squeezed her hand gently, but it didnt seem as quite enough anymore. He hadnt forgotten about the kiss he had given her, how small it had been - And he regretted that it hadnt been somewhat more, kind of like those fairytale kisses that took breaths away. He shortly and rather instinctively looked at her lips before his eyes quickly went back to hers.

He raised an eyebrow as she said that Lucia was gone. His expression was still rather calm though, and he moved his eyes away as he leaned a bit back against the bedframe, "Gone... Do you think someone took her?" he then asked her and kept holding her hand, letting go to move it under hers and somewhat entangle their fingers. He could imagine that her sister would be worried, not that he knew much about twins, but they always seemed to share some deeper connection than most.
He scoffed in a chuckle as she said that it had been quiet in the mansion, "I could imagine. After all that has happened, a little peace and quiet doesnt seem so bad," he said as he looked ahead and exhaled shortly. He moved his eyes back to her and smiled a bit, "Am I annoying you?" he then asked, thinking that him being calm after all that had happened probably didnt seem right.
Before she could answer, he let go of her hand and pulled the blanket away to push himself to the edge of the bed, right in front of her. He smiled softly and moved some of her hair away, so he could see her face better, "I found a way to fight the evil in me, so that's why I am as calm as I am now," he then said as he looked into her eyes. Did he have to say it out loud?

He frowned as she mentioned a portal and shook his head as he lifted his hand to press it against his forehead, "Unbelievable... They went through my portal," he then mumbled to himself as he shook his head as he then listened to Anastasia explaining Valeria's situation. He suddenly felt bad that he had tried to escape from them with the portal, but it wasnt really showing on his face. He just had a neutral expression. Yet he forced himself to smile and try to cheer her up, why wouldnt he?
He was relieved to hear her say that he wasnt annoying her, yet something seemed completely off, and he started getting a knot in his stomach at the thoughts of what that may be.

He watched her crawl off the bed and knew something was wrong. He tilted his head as he watched her look out the window and then moved his eyes away, clearly whatever that had caused her to exhaled that deeply didnt mean anything good. He lifted his hand and looked at the mark for a while, the silence filled the room with a underlying tension. He gulped and turned his eyes back to her. "Dont say it," he then just said with a smile but there was a sadness in his eyes. He pushed himself to his feet and grabbed a shirt that he pulled over his head, "Whatever it is that lies heavy on thy heart, please spare my heart the ache," he then said poetically as he corrected the shirt and sighed deeply. "I have to figure out how to get Lucia back, I cant do that if you're about to tell me something that will hurt me," he then said truthfully and crossed his arms. If she was going to either way was another case.