Page 149 of Rebirth Of Order
“Yep.” I emphasize the ‘P,’ popping my lips. “One minute you’re here, and the next you’re gone. Point in hand, like a ghost.” He ponders for a few seconds, and I applaud myself for stumping him.
“I like it.” He grins
“Seriously though, are you okay? You had me worried for a bit.”
“I am now.” He releases a breath and stares back out my window. “It’s a full moon, and the Gods are reaching out to me more and more. Their demands are strengthening beneath its luminosity whilst fogging my visions, making them less clear.”
Locked on his staggering gaze, I notice a glow of green tinting his different, multi-toned eyes. “Vision visions? Like seeing the future?” I wonder if they’re congruent with Ethan’s sigil. If those are visions at all. “And you speak with the Gods? If so, I have a plethora of questions.” We are far past pretending and make believe. If magic, titaness beasts, vampires, and walking, soul-stealing zombies are real, why not this?
“Did you grab the book?” he asks, redirecting to me, and I gasp. Blaise’s irises begin swirling and mixing. Each one blends their colors as he stares without blinking. The previous green tint is gone.
“Hey.” Reaching for his hand, I say, “Come back to me.”
My aura, once again, seeps into him and finds the ball of his own, and I feel tickling as though bubbles are popping on my arms.I feel it clear as day. How am I doing this?
“I’m okay,” he says, snapping out of it, and I jump from being spooked. “Thank you.”
“How can we cease this long enough to converse?” I ask, growing more worried by the second. What if it becomes bad enough he can’t be pulled out of it.
“The moon…I need to get away from it. Perhaps coming here was a mistake, better suited for another time now that I’m sure you’re immune to forgetting me.”
“No, you came so we can talk, and you’re here now. Let’s figure this out.”
Faith, or is it hope, gleams in his response. “What do you suggest?”
Hope, the most fickle and dangerous emotion of them all. Hold on to it long enough and death will follow from believing in false desires. But faith…that requires belief in oneself, something higher, or in this case–someone.
And in this inconceivable moment, Blaise’s faith in my help won’t end in failure.
“May I?” I hold out a hand, and he answers by placing his palm over mine.
“Wait, you should have this back,” he says, handing over my crystal dagger.
“When the hell–” I look over by the door and notice it missing. “You know what, another time. Follow me.” Pulling him along, I dissolve my creation and rush from the living area into my room.
Once here, we detach, and magic flows into my fingers. On a thought, I make blackout curtains materialize over the window, stationed on a stainless-steel rod. “How’s this?” I turn towards him, praying it worked.
He closes his eyes for a moment, and I nibble on my lip while the bad habit of twiddling my thumbs commences. I’m accustomed to failing myself and others, so if one of their Gods are looking out for me, thiswillwork.
“You’re right,” he says, opening them. “The voices are much quieter. Thank you, Darling.” He leans forward, wrapping his arms around me.
“Oh, this is happening,” I whisper as my posture mixes between stiffening and giggling. But my aura senses he needs this, and well, fuck it. I embrace him back.Damn, he smells good. Hey, stop sniffing him. You’re making it weird.
“Okay, let’s talk,” he murmurs, breaking away with a half-smile and gesturing if he can sit on my bed.I love manners. He’s expressively more caring than the others. Okay, Blaise.I do an internal happy dance.Rosie would love him.
Once we are both situated, he opens up about his book and why he is always writing. We spend hours going over every detail, and damn do I feel bad for assuming. Apparently, Blaise writes not to be messy or in everyone’s business, but because he can see future results from decisions made in that moment.
Every choice opens one of two outcomes, but never more than two. He is firm on that. The sole problem is each path renders a different result. In some cases, they both lead towards an identical ending, but he can’t tell at first glance.
Which brings back the reason why he annotatesit all. Also, there are numbers written down, which he discloses aren’t page details, but points in time. My mind struggles to fathom what he has been dealing with, and impressive doesn’t come close to describing his gifts.
“It’s a lot, I know,” he breathes, staring at my curtains.
“Why tell me all this, especially now?” I’m not ungrateful for this information, but it does beg the question, why.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” Blaise catches my gaze, snaring it in a firm hold. “You allowed me to put faith in you with something this simple,” he says, pointing at my curtains. “A feat not many can claim. I guess it’s my way of giving back. Allowing you inside my mind by knowing a piece of me.”
Well shit, when he puts itthatway.
