Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 100

The warm refreshing water does wonders on my body and mind, the scent of lavender relaxing as flower petals floated above the surface of the crystal clear water that keeps pouring from a structure made of stone, an exquisite piece with veins of many shades of blue crisscrossing along like waves much like the reflecting light of a pond in a cave, all very refined and cared for in the smallest details.

I lay there inside the water, uncaring about appearances for once and laying with my arm over the stone’s edge, looking at the opening that gave a majestic overview of the city and the far off sea, the only part that made one aware that this place is truly an island, as big as it may be.

I sigh, eyes half closed and mind buzzing as I watch the far away sea waves with my owl eyes, trying to ignore the strange eccentric style of the room and the whole place I’m at, the calming effect of the stone broken by the skulls of strange creatures hooked around the walls, from monsters skulls to even human skulls, all crafted around with sometimes metal sometimes ceramic, done so not to give the room any style whatsoever but only to match with the skull on the wall, to steel weapons around an orc’s fanged skull, to flowers and plants along an elf skull.

I guess these would be considered exquisite, expensive, and a rarity around here, but so much so as to put them on display in their fancy guest’s rooms too... gives even more reason for me to turn my gaze away towards the outdoors, to the peaceful serenity of the wilderness and not the messy ambiance demons have as ’decoration’.

Although nothing can make me overlook the colossal ribs curving above my head and close enough to be touched if I wished to, having m learn why such city was built inside the remains of this strange creature, and why the closer to it the more expensive the living conditions became.

Because the bones felt like ice, not frail as such but oozing off cold magic until this day, which just shows how odd, strong and unique this coming from unreachable deeps being was, and how powerful indeed to keep cold in this hot volcanic island.

Only makes me wonder what had been powerful enough to take down such a beast, and only time and old age came to mind, making it even more ancient and mystic.

The point is, however, that with such blazing weather from a tropical island plus the proximity to the volcanos at the south of the island, something cooling like this became an expensive commodity.

I stay in a state where I don’t feel like moving but do not feel like staying at all, and as much as my body is tired and is already time to sleep, even though I have nothing else to do than sleep, my mind is in an alert frantic state that would have waken me up even if I had gone to sleep before, an insomnia state taking over even before going to bed, all too aware and unable to rest, and yet tired and wanting to do so.

It is a terrible state that only those kept awake at night by it know the feeling by heart, and it was all the more reason that I heard his voice loud and clear the moment he gets into the reception.

I get out of the bath.

As much as I did not want to face him naked I do take my time covering myself with the one layer robe, fingers shaking from my hurt feelings turning into anger, having one second to look outside once more and take a deep breath that does nothing to calm me down, my usually calm façade being only a mask covering the boiling emotions, so akin to my normal self that I’m taken by surprise.

And as much as I wanted to be the grown up of the room, and as much as I pretended to be stone cold I do have feelings, but having it hurt before only made it so that I protected, buried it more, but such well hidden treasure had just been hurt by the only other person that I allowed to get this close to me since mother’s incident.

So of course I would be affected by it... and of course I could not keep my cool once he enters the room, not even carrying about not having dried myself properly, not even carrying about hiding my face and wings, especially mad at him when he gets in the room as if nothing has happened, a little smile on his face as he sits on the bed and starts taking his shoes off.

"... What do you think you are doing?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

He stops his movements, a little bit at lost as he answers: "Uhm... taking my shoes off?"

"What I asked is what are you doing here after brushing me off like it’s nothing to be with a fucking whore." I do not scream any words which only makes it even worse and only shows how mad I am, past the point of screaming.

That takes the smile off his face.

"Seraph I-I’m sorry but it is not what it looks like."

I raise my eyebrows at that. "Oh really? And what is that?" He doesn’t say anything, too shocked by such unusual unkind outburst of mine, worst than when we first meet even, so cold it could burn, so I continue: "This room is taken, you should find another place to sleep."

"But this is my r-"

"Or rather you already have that right? Just go back to her and don’t bother coming back until tomorrow so we can finish this mission already." I say dismissively, dimming the lights in the room to put an end to this discussion before it even begins, already fed up with the situation from the start to even drag this up.

I did not want to hear his words, I did not want to hear his voice, I just wanted him gone so I could pretend that none of this had happened, that we had never started to be a thing.

So fool of me, to even think, to even consider that.

And yet, as I lay down, cover myself and turn my back at him, I do not think that my actions would lead to where they do and that, moments later, without a word or a sound, guided by wild hunting preying instinct, Ethan would not leave as asked and actually did the opposite, moving in my direction so quickly that I find myself locked under his weight as he is there, on top of me, pressing my hands down with his own as he looks me in the eye with flames burning bright in his crimson glance with such intensity that he renders me speechless, a pool of condensed lava building up in his eyes.

To my surprise he approaches me even further, closing the small gap between us and, without warning he becomes unable to hold back anymore and presses his wet lips against my skin, soft and tender at first only for a spike of pain to electrify me when he bites me down hard on the shoulder, draining blood with it.