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The song changes and at once, on cue, the Eostrixes spread their wings and cast a beautiful array of their auras. Pink, silver, blue, sage, and yellow all twirl around the air like glittering dust. The cold air tantalizes my breath, which fogs in the sky.
This isexhilarating. A smile beams from my face as I glance back to Rune. He’s looking at me like I’m the beginning and the end, like he’s never seen a sight so enthralling. With the way his red eyes shimmer in the auras and snow, the way he tilts his head just enough to tell me he’s fascinated by me, he lets me know I’m looking at him the same way.
I want to say so many things to him, but I keep my lips pressed in a firm line as the pain of my last heart wrench reminds me that I can’t let myself be pulled into another's arms so helplessly again.
Rune raises a brow to let me know he noticed my shift, but instead of frowning or trying to retreat he squeezes my hand a little tighter and wraps his other arm around my waist. The song picks up and all the bodies around us start moving as one.
I stare at my crimson Dreadius with awe as he moves easily to the song. He can dance? I never would’ve pinned him as one to move so rhythmically. My heart’s racing, and though I’m no doubt the worst fucking dancer in all Tomorrow, my feet find their step with his and after a few verses of the song we’re completely in sync.
I let out a breathy laugh as the excitement builds within me and Rune’s smile grows larger as the song picks up into a cheery and happy beat. He releases my hands and I’m stunned for a moment before he starts twirling along with everyone else. They raise their hands and clap along with the beat and it’s so enthralling and sweeping that I join in too.
By the time the last of the song fades from the sky, I’m sweating and breathing hard. My cheeks hurt from the laughs Rune pulled from me. He bows along with all the other male beings and offers me his hand once more.
As I look down on him and his heated eyes peer up at me, I see a flicker of something I really don’t want to see.
For one moment, just one, he’s Arulius, his eyes filled with hope and affection for all the things wecouldbe. Like we could ever be unburdened by our fate. Before the revelation, before everything.
My heart sinks in my chest as the feathers of the airborne Eostrixes flutter, whirling the snow like falling white flakes in a glass globe.
Rune furrows his brows as my expression sullens. I wish Kastian were here.
As I’m reminiscing, ebony and gold feathers flick across the crowd in the corner of my eye and my very soul stills.
Kastian?
I’m moving through the crowd before the thought even wisps across my consciousness. The stillness in the air is tangible.
It’s him.
It has to be him.
Hot tears roll down my cheeks as I surge forward, desperately needing to see him. To touch him, to smell him, to feel him. Anything. I’ll fucking take anything I can get, because all of my suffering has finally meant something. Goosebumps break out across my skin as I run through the street.
My Death God has come back for me. In this life.
He’s here to save me.
My breath curls in the air and my fingers are numb from the rush of excitement. I stumble a few times, but quickly find my footing again.
It’s him. Kastian—I’ve waited for you. I’ve dreamed of you, lives that we’ve lived together and spent countless days keeping the realms in tandem.
I’ve—
Pain pierces my heart. Unblinking, I stare at the horror before me.
The absolute shit show of a sight.
Bile reaches up my throat and a hammer smashes my broken organ—the sad excuse for a heart that I’ve managed to half put back together turns into dust.
Kastian’s pearly smile is beautiful, so painfully and perfectly fucking beautiful. It’s him—it’s really him.
So why the fuck are his ocean eyes placed on Violet?
Her laugh is so loud and annoying, I swear blood could drip from my ears any second now.
How… could he?
My eyes skirt the festival in the hope Wren and Moro are here too, waiting on the sidelines to save me or something. Because this is too evil, right? Too twisted. I should’ve kept my broken heart the shattered mess it already was.
