Page 26 of Black Onyx
“Oh Farren,” Rival mutters a myriad of emotions in his voice that I can’t even begin to decipher.
“You’ll see,” Kilian mutters cryptically and kisses me on the forehead.
I stopped questioning him, and his little cryptic comments after it became apparent that he wouldn’t tell me anything more. He actually can’t, or he risks messing with the timeline and that causes catastrophic consequences.
“Can I try something?” Loki asks, his voice quiet but determined.
“That depends on what it is. There isn’t much I won’t try.” I reply, making it sound deliberately dirty and trying to get him to smile, he hasn’t smiled since this conversation started, and I don’t like it. I miss his smile.
His lips tick up slightly as the other's grins grow wide.
“I want to see if I can heal you.” He mutters in a rush.
“What?” Reaper exclaims in hushed shock.
Even Storm’s face is portraying his utter shock, and I know I’m missing something massive, especially since Killian has the same look on his face. I also sense that this needs to happen. That annoying little flare of intuition rears its head again, and I never ignore my intuition. For some reason, I don’t think that their shock is because vampires aren’t supposed to have the gift of healing. In fact, I haven’t heard of a single vampire having that gift, but something that I’m beginning to learn about these men though is that they are all so much more than they seem. They each have that something that’s a little bit different and just extra. I decide that bringing up my shock that he has the gift to heal will be counterproductive here, especially since there’s something else going on, so I just reply instead.
“Sure.” I reply, with a nonchalance that doesn’t fit the current tone of the room, “but don’t be surprised if you can’t, even the Void can’t counteract it, and it has brought me back from the very brink of death.”
He nods once, his eyes filled with determination and motions me towards the couch.
“I need to see all of the wounds, sorry,” he mutters, and I shrug; grabbing my discarded shirt, I hold it up to my chest and then take my sports bra off before lying down on the couch.
It suddenly occurs to me that I trust him. It’s a new and quite alarming realisation. My instincts have never steered me wrong, not so long as I’ve been listening to them, so I try to calm my heart. I turn my head to the side so that I can see Loki. None of the others have moved an inch as if worried about frightening him or something and my curiosity roars to life. He stands there staring at my exposed back, and I swear I can feel the apprehension coming off him and something that is akin to profound sadness. That should be impossible though, I have only ever been able to feel Killian’s emotions, but I know that these feelings aren’t coming from him or me. Following a hunch, I send a flood of warmth and reassurance towards him, in a similar way that I send feelings towards Killian.
He jolts, and his eyes snap up to mine, widening in wonder. Well holy shit, I guess that answers that question. I watch as he takes a deep breath and then stalks towards me with determination etched into his handsome features. He kneels down next to the couch and then holds his hands just above my back, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from them.
“I haven’t done this for a really long time,” he says softly, “so if it does work, it won’t be completely healed.”
“If you manage even to heal it a small amount, I’ll be grateful.” I reply before deciding to be completely honest with him, “It hurts like a bitch.”
“I never would’ve known that you’ve been in pain,” Reaper mutters quietly as he moves into my eye line.
I shrug awkwardly since I’m lying down, “As I said, I’m used to it.”
“I hate that.” Rival mutters.
“Just lie still, and I’ll try my best to heal it at least a little bit,” Loki mutters, and I nod, closing my eyes to prepare myself for the pain that is sure to follow if he does heal me. It hurts having things stitch themselves back together.
Loki
Itake a moment just to breathe as she closes her eyes. I don't know what made me offer to heal her. Actually, that’s a lie; I can't stand the thought of her being in pain, especially when there might be something that I can do about it.
“You okay?” Reaper asks quietly, coming up behind me.
I nod in response. I’m not sure what will come out of my mouth, if I’m honest. They all know what a big deal it is for me even to offer to heal someone; they all know what happened last time. Dark thoughts try to swarm my mind and drag me into a place that I refuse to go, but before they can sink their taloned hands into me, a small hand on my face has my eyes snapping open and colliding with Farren’s black and teal ones. I was so absorbed in fighting off my own thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that she moved.
“It’s okay. Loki, you don’t have to heal me, It’ll heal up on its own fairly soon, and then I’ll be as good as new.” She reassures me with a soft smile.
She’s only been here for two days, and somehow she already notices when I’m having trouble with something. I don’t know how but I do know that there is no way that we can break the bond between us, the spear has never been wrong, and Storm is just going to have to get used to the fucking idea.
“I’m okay. I want to try.” I tell her honestly.
She studies me for a minute, making sure that I’m telling her the truth. Once satisfied, she lies back down.
Right, enough stalling. As she said, it probably won’t work anyway, but I’ve just got this inkling that I should try. I hover my hands over her back, being careful not to make contact and hurt her and focus on my gift. It has been a decade since I used it even a tiny amount, and I did think that because of that, it would take some convincing to coax it forward. I couldn’t have been more wrong. It rushes towards me with all the exuberance of a puppy, and I can’t help but smile at the feeling of peace and joy that consumes me at being connected with my magic again. As I have always done, I direct the gift into my hands and then open my eyes, unsure of when I shut them. I get a flare of panic when I see that my hands are glowing brightly, gold and green magic swirling around them. That has never happened before. I start to pull back, not wanting to hurt her more, but a reassuring nudge from my magic keeps my hands in place.
“Loki?” Storm asks, a thread of worry in his voice that no one who hadn’t known him for years would be able to hear.
