I had to

Tid: 22:30
Sted: Midnight street, Heathers mansion
Vejr: Dark outside, slightly cold
Påklædning: Slightly burned, wet and ruined lightpink dress and acc.
Emnepartner: @Zechariah

Heather finally got home from the awful event at The Castillo. She was carrying Zechariah in her arms. She and an explosion had knocked him out. It had been the only way she could’ve stopped him from getting into a bad fight, lost his life or something like that.  She walked up to her mansion, and even with him in her arms, she easily unlocked her doors and got them inside.
She placed him on a couch with a sigh and gave him a short pat down, checking if he had any wounds or broken bones. While patting down, she found his lighter and took it from him. If he woke up and wanted to fight, she wouldn’t want him to burn her place down too. Not caring if he wished for it or not, she got up and found some things only doctors worked with. With a firm and used movement, she put a tube into one of her veins and into his, transferring her blood to him, so he could heal, and hopefully get better. She counted the time, while she looked at him. He should not get too much blood. After a short while she took the tube out of his arm, made sure her blood wouldn’t spray around on her furniture. She took care of the small wound from the tube, and put a bandaid above it. Leaving him in the couch, she went to the kitchen to remove the tube from her own arm.
She threw the empty tube into the sink, opened the fridge and found a bottle of A-negative, which she quickly opened and drank most of. It just wasn’t the same as Zechariahs blood, but right now he needed to recover. She sighed as she leaned against the counter in the kitchen, looking towards the livingroom. Stupid boy.

“Look whos woken up,” she whispered to herself, as she could hear him yell from the living room. She took another sip as she could hear he was finding his way towards her. When he finally arrived to the kitchen he was almost screaming into her ears. She put a finger to her ear, trying to lower his voice manually. “Gosh, shut up, I saved yo-” she was cut of in her words. She was quite so calm.

She looked slightly shocked at him, as he told her what the firewall had been for. She gave him a look up and down, clearly not amused. His begging for his lighter made her raise a brow. “Well, if you had said so, I wouldn’t have thought you had lost your mind,” she said calmly.

“You’re not allowed to burn my fucking house down. Can you promise me that?” she asked crossing her arms, trying not to spill her blood-drink. “You know… I don’t know how you react on torture, since you felt everything I felt,” she said pressing her lips together. “I don’t know how often you’ve experienced the feeling of your soul leaving your body,” her voice were cracking a bit, “But I know that it can change people…” she put down her drink feeling her heart ache. She had been tortured many times before, and sometimes it had changed her. She was talking from experince. “And I’m scared that it might’ve changed you,” She lifted her hand to caress his cheek.

Not getting any response on the text, Odessa sighed, and got comfortable in her sofa watching some lame show. It was very difficult for her to keep her eyes closed, but hearing a car driving up to her apartment, made her wake a bit up. It was an indication that it was him. She cursed under her breath getting up and rubbed her eyes. It was way to late for her to be up. She sat there for a while trying to wake up, but slowly fell asleep, sitting in her sofa.

The knocking at her door woke her immediately and she raised her head from her hands, getting up and opened the door. He almost jumped at her with a hug, which she was slow to react on, since she was still kind of asleep. Slowly and carefully she put her arms round him in a hug. It seemed like he needed it. “It’s okay, Cassanova,” she chuckled and gave him a slight smile. “I’m really tired though, but if you want to talk now, we can do that?” she suggested. If he seemed willing, to let go of her, she would slowly pull away to look at him.

She smiled gently at him as he explained he just needed to crash. “Alright, come on in,” she said softly and slightly tired. She loosened the grip and let him get inside. As the gentleman he was he closed the door himself.
The gentle smile on her face instantly disappeared and turned into confusion. “You what? Why? What hotel?” questions just seemed to flow up her throat. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that, love,” she said  putting a hand on her forehead. She was way too tired. “I-eh… If you want to lay next to someone, I got lots of space in my bed,” she clenched her eyes together, thinking about what she had said. “Sorry, if you want to sleep on the couch, make yourself at home. I just need to know where you want a blanket and pillow,” she tried to save what she had said, but maybe, being too tired made her mess sentences up. She wished to sleep next to him, but if he didn’t feel like it, she would just sleep by herself, like she usually did.

Odessa was about to tell him that she actually had one of his shirts, but when he told her that he might’ve grown out of them she allowed herself to take a greater look at him. “It does seem like you’ve gotten bigger,” she said, and calmly and squished his biceps gently, hinting that she meant his muscles.

She then walked into her bedroom and sat down on the side she usually slept on when he stayed around. She had her legs folded to the side of her, resting like the little mermaid, observing how he took of his somewhat burned clothing. As soon as it seemed like he had taken everything off except his boxers, she pressed her lips together, looking down at her knees before she pulled her duvet over her legs. The name of her mate was covered under the green pajamas she was wearing. She shook her head lightly when he asked if she had found her mate yet. “No,” she said with a low voice, picking slightly at the covers. “I eh… I’m thinking about moving somewhere else, hoping that he’s going to appear at some point,” she sighed. Through the ages she had lost mates she hadn’t even met, and it was such a terrible feeling. She didn’t understand how a witch was supposed to find their mate, when the world was so big. It seemed like it was a miracle which needed to be caught and tamed before it could be a success, and she envied the fact that Zechariah had found his mate, even if they didn’t get along very well.
She tried to form further words, but it was like her throat was tied and it made her eyes gloss more than usual. “Can we not talk about it?” she asked with a slightly hoarse voice. She deeply wished that her mate had been Zechariah; it would’ve made everything so much easier.

The warm hand was put against her chin, comforting her. She looked up, trying to pull a smile; just from his touch. As he asked her to stay for half a year she sighed, but slightly happier. She was needed here in Gaia; for Zechariah. She nodded, thinking of how much he actually needed her or whether or not he just had to make amends with his mate. They were after all destined to stay together. How could he even handle being apart from his mate?

She chuckled lightly as he mentioned getting a pet and how he needed strength to survive going back to his mate. “Fine. I’ll stay until autumn,” she said giving up, “And I’ll look into getting a pet,” she added. She was already thinking about what she wished to have in a pet. Should it be a cat who had to stay in all day, being able to look after itself or should it be a dog that needed her attention more than once a day? She had to think about the possibilities, what she was allowed to have in her apartment and if she needed to teach the pet some tricks to get the best out of its life.

A brighter smile appeared on her lips, as Zechariah mentioned her hair color. “It’s just a bit lighter,” she answered before she laid down next to him, covering herself with the duvet. “You should get some sleep. It’s been a long day for you,” she said. She felt how laying down in the bed made it difficult to stay awake and she might fall asleep quite soon. It was way past her bedtime anyway.