Chapter 125 - One-Hundred-Fourteen (1/2)
I feel exhausted after that conversation, so many ups and downs that the only thing I wish now it to sleep the rest of the day in and ignore all these emotions causing havoc inside my chest.
As we watch both the elder and Hel walk out the room the demon, before leaving, says she will give us all the information we need later that day.
A part of me still wanted that information now, demanded even, after all who knew where she could sneak out to if we don't watch her closely, but after all that anger and outburst my energy seems to have flipped upside down, a dreadful sensation crushing my heart, a depressing hollowness filled with the inability of doing nothing more, of having tried all I could and still not managing to accomplish it, not being able to save my brother until now and yet unable to take that out of my mind.
We stay behind in that now suddenly very quiet room as I sit back down, putting a hand on my forehead, overwhelmed by such stressful energy that I just have to lay down for a second.
”Sigh…” Leonel takes a seat beside me, passing his arm over my shoulder and making me lean on him, but instead of saying any comforting words he actually says:
”So… Seems like someone likes long hair uhm?” That question earns him a hit on the ribs and a small smile from my part as I roll my eyes. ”Ouch. I deserve it.”
”You always deserve a few punches here and there.”
”Wow, how brute of you, I do not deserve such harsh treatment.” He says, but no serious tone was used as we played around a little.
”Oh you do, otherwise you will get to comfortable and it will be a nightmare to deal with.”
”Haha, well, is not like little punches will change anything you know…”
”I know, but at least I get the satisfaction of punching you.” I say, looking up with a crooked smile, only for my silver eyes to meet his golden ones and immediately make him lean down for a kiss.
But this time, as our lips meet, it wasn't full of hunger nor passion, but instead somewhat… comforting, more… familiar, warm.
When our lips part I bury my face on the crook of his neck, and without containing myself I take a deep breath of his musky smell, and pass my arms over his waist as I say:
”Is just stupid, you know? I understand our plan, on how we can keep Cain away and safely rescue my brother, but at the same time that I'm desperate to take him out of there I… I don't want you to go. Hell, you are the only one I trust with the important mission of rescuing my brother, but the mere thought of something going wrong, of me- of losing you both-I, is suffocating to even think about it.”
”And-and my mind just keeps going in circles, you know, of how I don't want you to go, of how I need you to go, so much that I… I don't know anymore…” At that I stop talking, hardening my grip on him and burring my head on his chest, wanting that this calmness, this moment could last forever.
We stay like this for a while, his big hands patting my back and adding to the warmth, and even though my face was hidden in his embrace I still I could hear him clearly since my ears were on top of my head.
”Have some faith, my little hound. I won't have you mourning for me nor your brother in this lifetime. I swear.”
”… That's not a light promise you know?”
”I know.”
”If you die I'm going to kill you.”
”Uhum.”