- Whisperpeak Academy for Wayward Dragons - Ch.13 P.5 - Dying Tears -

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(+)ran my fingers through her hair. "Wanna explain?" Iris thought for a while, then turned so her face was hidden in my chest. "Nope." She huffed. Feeling a little frustrated about Alex's research, I asked, "Was the Infinity what made you destroy those papers?" Another pause. "Nope. That was all me. It's just… I get tired of people documenting me, and treating me like a rare species that's been buried for twenty years." I tilted my head slightly and said, "But most of the info on there is from years before you, back when Lexi was the Maiden of Infinity." Her nails dug into my arms. "It doesn't make it any less invasive! Wouldn't you feel offended if one of your soldiers were-" "Oh, Princess…" "Don't 'Oh, Princess' me…" She held my gaze, eyes glittering. I rolled my eyes and pushed her right off the bed. In the back of my mind her switch up made me nervous, but I was too afraid to reveal that. "Oliver!" She was blushing. "Good night." I got up and went for the door. "No! Wait-" I froze and laughed a bit. "I would like you to stay, please. Just to keep the Infinity away. Just so I can sleep in peace." "Wow. I'm an exorcist now? I thought I was allowed to stay here because I'm your boyfr*end!" She exclaimed, "That's not how I meant for that to come across!" "It's fine, Princess." My words were tender and empathetic in that guest bed, but I eventually encouraged her to bathe and freshen up. Her wounds could get infected again- she'd torn open their scabs. She whispered back, "What if the spirit drowns me?" I frowned. Burying my face in her neck, I promised, "Then I'll choke it, and butcher it, and make sure it doesn't follow you to heaven." With a subtle sigh, a light one, she nodded and got up. I stayed right by the door till she felt secure enough to have someone else in her bed. --------------------------------------------------------- I couldn't help but pace the house while John prepared dinner. It was a combination of the original break-in jitters, Iris's problems, and Oliver's problem-solving charisma and how much I freaking wanted it. The nail-ridden wooden floorboards creaked in protest as I quickened my pace. "My goodness, Anxiety. Take a seat before you find more surprises." Alex snorted sarcastically, fingers tapping on the rich oak table. I sighed loudly and forced myself to plop into the seat next to him. "Will Oliver be joining us?" John called over his shoulder as he swished the sizzling dun mush of mushrooms in a pan. Its smell wafted up in the modest room. It was traced with onions, but dulled by a sweet gravy. "Not sure. Last time I checked, he and Iris were chatting in that room. She probably needs rest, and Oliver's a therapist at this point, so he's probably napping with her." (+)