Hold on, I still need you

It was cold in Gaia, but on the good side, the Christmas and New Year race was over. Now all there was left of it was people telling themselves what they wanted to become better at, and failing within a month maybe even less. Lorenzo was never the type to celebrate these types of things, Margo made a lot of effort into it. If not for her, then the pack. Lorenzo was just there, had been sitting and forced a smile on his pale face. However, saying there was other things he needed to do - he had left the 'family gathering'. He walked around with his hands in his coat pockets. It was almost a satisfying sound the snow made under his boots as he stepped on it.
A scent made him stop, it took a few seconds for his memory to kick in and react to it. But he knew. He just knew in this very second that it was her. He wasn't sure what suddenly made him walk so fast again, he didn't pay much attention to other scents, was there blood? Or did he simply just react to her being there? He had heard rumors. Rumors about her being dead. Nimue was dead, the school had announced the tragedy. He stopped when he saw her. Lorenzo was almost surprised that his heart skipped a beat, he reached out for her - almost scared that she was a nothing but a ghost. His piercing blue eyes looked deep into hers as he finally let his fingers touch her arm. Feeling the skin. The light touch almost made him even more breathless.
"You are here," he almost sounded surprised as he blinked a bit, almost like he was hiding the fact that a small tear was showing in the corner of his eye. "You are alive," he let his hands cup her face. It was ages since he had looked her in the eyes. Lorenzo knew it was his own fault, but it didn't change the wave of emotion that attacked him from all around as he looked at her again. Alive. she was here.

It was just so cold out, and the snow laying on the ground was like a constant reminder of that. She had decided to go out for a walk, mostly because she felt like she was being held away from civilization just by grieving. Enid had lost her sister, the one person in this world whom she had believed would always be by her side. She felt the knot in her chest again. The worst part was that it didn't seem like neither of her parents were grieving, so Enid felt like she had no one to talk to. She had tried reaching out to Dean as soon as she had been able to, but he was home with his family. And after learning of the loss he had gone through, she felt like a coward seeking comfort in him now. She still loved him, loved him so deeply that at night she could feel her heart trying to piece itself back together just to go out the next day. The angel had always found solace in the company of others, wether it was the few siblings she was close with, or her few friends. But who wanted to be friends with the literal daughter of the devil? And not to mention the first witch? That was a pair of parents that no one wished to greet, that much was clear. Moving down the street it felt good just to stretch her limbs. One thing was nice however, the fact that her mother had given her some more control over her ability with sin, however it had cost her her other abilities, so it felt like learning everything all over again. Her mother had promised her that new abilities might start to bloom now that she was in control of her most valuable ability.

She turned a corner and all of a sudden she felt a hand against her arm, turning around rather fast to look at the person grabbing her. She still felt the fear of getting taken as she had been with Xalvadore, but instead of fear she was met with a person she hadn't seen in so long. It was strange how she let her guard down as soon as she looked in to his blue eyes, her lips separating to say something, but he got ahead of her. His voice just as sweet as she remembered it, and then she felt his hands move up, cupping her face as he used to. She felt her eyes water, mostly because she hadn't believed she would ever be wanted after all of the things that had happened. Nodding faintly she looked at him, before she felt overwhelmed. "But not my sister," she replied in a broken voice, feeling more tears run down her face, closing her eyes just to see if it would help with all of her emotions bubbling over.

There was a part about Lorenzo that was so reminiscent about the time when she came to Earth. She was so different back then, at least she thought so, but standing here with the werewolf she had cared so deeply for brought her back in that mindset. He pulled her close and she sobbed silently against his chest, feeling the heat radiating off of him. She returned the hug carefully, not knowing what it really meant as she looked at him as just a friend at this point. His voice was calming her, his reminder of his presence was what she needed. She needed someone to be there for her even if that someone was not whom she longed it to be. As he slowly started to let go she felt herself getting torn apart bit by bit. Maybe it was too stupid to believe that someone actually cared for the abomination she was. However as he spoke once more she couldn't help but pull up in a smile. "I think I would like that," she said in her still broken voice. Lorenzo had always treated her kindly, always been delicate in his words; except for the last few weeks of their relationship. She had understood why he had acted the way he did, but it had taken her heart a long time to heal, and Dean had been a huge part in gathering her few pieces together once more. "It's freezing," she chuckled, wiping away a couple of tears as she looked up at him.

They started to walk, Enid not touching him, but walking rather close to him as she craved the comfort. Snow was beginning to fall again, landing in her brown hair and melting once it reached her scalp. She missed summer right now. How easy it had been back then. "How have you been?" she asked, frowning a bit at herself. It felt silly asking him such a banal question, but she didn't know what else to say. Explaining everything with her seemed like one big puzzle right now, so she would rather keep the conversation focused on him until they reached his apartment. Swallowing a bit of her pride she looked down. "How's Margo?" she asked. She knew that was his luna, and that it would never change, but back when they had met they had spent the long evenings talking about running away together. They both had things they wanted to escape from, but it all seemed like a web they couldn't get out of any longer.

Walking beside him felt so reminiscent of how they used to spend days just walking around the city, mostly because Enid had never seen a city back then. The days had turned to nights, and time had been nothing more than just the change around them. As he spoke about himself, she could hear how his focus was shifted to the pack. She knew the role of the alpha was important, but sometimes she wondered if he forgot about himself and the dreams he had. When people looked at Lorenzo they saw a tall werewolf with broad shoulders, a man that demanded respect and showed it through his authority as an alpha. However when Enid looked at him she just saw the guy that wanted to be free from those responsibilities. She saw the guy that he was when she had met him those years ago. Perhaps it was dangerous to still look at him like that, because he clearly had changed, but it was her memory playing tricks with her. He spoke about Margo, and she felt her stomach still turn in knots just thinking about her. Enid had never met the woman, but she had heard Lorenzo's complaints about his mate being chosen for him. It didn't sit right with her. She was technically allowed to choose whomever she wanted, although she could still hear the faint whispers of her father reminding her of who she was. "You've always been a bit of a grinch ... Although I remember you being very excited to give me a gift one year," she chuckled, teasing him lightly. It felt so long ago, but in reality it had only been about two years now.

She followed him rather blindly, just moving with him as he lead the way. Going inside the apartment she looked around for a while, clearly spotting the plants and paintings that definitely wasn't his work. Taking off her shoes she felt like she could relax before she took off her coat, hanging it on the hanger by the door. "I could use a drink," she chuckled, moving in to the kitchen as she looked at him. Noticing how he smiled at the note she looked away. Maybe it was wrong of her to be here. She felt like the string of her heart were being pulled once more, but she also knew it could never be. He was not hers to claim and she was not his to claim. Besides, the love she had for Dean would never just disappear because of an old flame sparking again. With Dean she felt like she was who she was meant to be, but she had felt like that with Lorenzo once. "Are you still a fan of whiskey or has she covered that up?" she asked, mostly in teasing, but she felt bitter for asking. Margo probably meant well. And Enid didn't want to be the judge of their relationship.

Enid couldn't hide a smile as he said that there was things even his luna couldn't change. It made her rather happy, mostly because she knew how he had dreaded getting a luna. She knew werewolves were very different in many ways from other races. You bound yourself to someone completely when getting a companion like that. As Lorenzo got the liquor, she leaned herself against the kitchen table, looking out the window for a while. The snow outside made it all look so shiny and perfect, however under the surface it was just the same old city. He returned, pouring the drinks rather easily, and once he took his glass she took her own, taking a sip as he asked what had happened. It felt like a knife in her heart just to think about it as she looked down in the pieces of ice that floated in the whiskey. "It's a long story," she mumbled. As he added that she didn't have to speak about it she nodded, however speaking about it might've been the best action for her right now. She took another sip, as if this liquid courage would help her say the story. "It all started when I became some sort of obsession by a crazy man ... He drugged me and took me to an island, holding me captive for I don't even know how long," she said, clearly affected by the memories. "I don't know much about him, besides the fact that his name was or is Xalvadore," she said, clearly not sure if the man was even still alive. Taking a deep breath she looked at Lorenzo. He might not like the next part, but she needed to tell him. "My sister and my boyfriend came to my rescue, but Xal was not one to give me up that easily," she said, closing her eyes shut, pressing her eyelids together as if to remove the feeling of the warm and wet jungle mixed with the scent of explosions. "Everything was a trap of course," she whispered, fearing her voice would break if she spoke any louder. "I fell down a hole, and it felt like I was falling forever ... Like I would never land on my feet," Enid explained, shaking her head to get some of her emotions out. She knew that Lorenzo could feel her damage, but she hoped he wouldn't use his abilities on her. She had made him promise her back then that they would never use each other's abilities on one another. "When I finally woke up, my body was almost stiff; I was alone in what I can only describe as a suite. At first I thought it was Xal who had taken me again," she explained, shaking her head as to show she had been so wrong. "But it was not him, and it wasn't my father either - To my big surprise it was my mother," she said, looking down in her drink again before taking another sip. The alcohol burning down her throat, but it was a good burn. Enid knew she had told Lorenzo about how her mother had died giving birth to her and Nimue, but that was clearly a lie from her father. "My mother had saved me, absorbing my least useful abilities, conjuring it into magic and saving my life," she explained, frowning at her own words. Her mother was none other than the first witch, of course her magic was great, but bringing someone so close to death back to life was a hard task for anyone. "She kept me hidden for a couple of months, not wanting my father to find out that I was in fact alive, and that she knew," Enid explained. How she had been cursed with two ruthless parents like that she would never understand. "And because she saved my life, I now owe her ... I've first been allowed to go outside today," she said.

Of course Lorenzo caught on, he had always been weary of others, especially those getting close to what he considered his. Enid knew she could never truly be his, he had made that clear, so why was he still so possessive about her? Pride was a dangerous sin and so was wrath; two which he possessed so much of. She shook her head at his first question, not wanting to indulge him in it. It would only make him worry more, and she couldn't put that on him. However he was persistent. Enid knew he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. "She wants me to stop the apocalypse," she whispered. She felt like a crazy person, frowning as she looked down in to her drink. She was just an angel, she had no great strength or brute mentality to her. Her sister had always been the strong one of them, the one that wasn't afraid to hurt others to get what she wanted. While Enid usually just wanted peace and a quiet life. "She's not hurting me right now ... She's training me, helping me control my ability and it seems like she's trying to figure out if I have any other useful abilities in me she can pull forward," she explained. Though the training wasn't pleasant, her mother hadn't hit her or anything like that. To Enid the only violence was physical, mental abuse she saw as just such a normal thing, because it had been what she had grown up with. She took a step closer, placing a hand on his cheek as her eyes finally met his. "Please don't worry ... There's nothing you can do, and this is just my fate," she said. Lorenzo knew about fate, she knew he would understand when she said that she had no choice in the matter.

//Out I guess <33//