Strings of Fate

Bellamy 7- Fallen and funny

Seeing Ryann’s room for the first time is very telling. For all that she appears to live a very solitary lifestyle, her room is one of comfort. Somewhere to relax and forget her worries. Oddly it reminds me a lot of Megan’s room, and a little of mine. She glares at me thinking my smile is mocking and I rush to assure her that it’s not. This is the room of someone who wants warmth and comfort but doesn’t know where to get it. No wonder she was so eager to become friends with Megan. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“I spoke to my sister. If you don’t object. I’ll stay here tonight and in the morning we can head to the compound together. I believe you made plans to meet up with my sister?” I confirm and Ryann nods, she tilts her head curiously.

“She didn’t think it was weird that you were only dropping me home now?” She asks. I’m actually surprised that she didn’t. My sister isn’t stupid, but she didn’t say a word about it. Her concern probably outweighed her curiosity.

“As far as she knows, the whole point of you being around is to find a mate for me. It makes sense that we would spend some time together. Besides, I started with, Ryann and I have been attacked by Vampires. I don’t think she had much time to process anything else. Hopefully it won’t occur to her later.” I have no idea what Ryann’s plans are but she’s tired, I should let her rest.

“If you’ll loan me a blanket and let me steal a couple of those pillows, I’ll make myself comfortable on the floor. You’re exhausted, you should get some sleep.” She refuses and to my surprise, invites me to join her on the bed to watch a movie. She insists and I don’t have it in me to argue. The show we watch is dull and my mind wanders.

“What is it?” Ryann asks and I realise that i have been staring at her. I quickly search for a response and my eyes call on her marking.

“I was just looking at your mark. I really haven’t seen anything like it before.” I tell her. So that’s not exactly what I was thinking, but it’s not a lie and I am curious about it.

“I haven’t seen anyone with a mark like mine either. I’m an unknown Magic, life would certainly be easier if I could find someone else who is the same as me.” She sighs like this is something she has considered many times before and accepted reluctantly.

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“Can I look at it properly?” I ask. Ryann holds out her arm, seemingly comfortable beside me.

“Go for it.” I move in closer to examine the weaving threads that have been magically tattooed onto her skin. It is very unique as far as markings go, and colourful. My own marking

is just straight black.

“It’s quite pretty.” I complement it and Ryann just nods.

“Yep, I appreciate that if nothing else. There was a lot of difficulty deciding what mark I

should have since I’m an unknown. I was taken to see an Oracle when I was young. All he

ended up doing was drawing this pattern so this is what I ended up with.” That is strange.

It’s not unheard of to take unidentified children to an Oracle for confirmation. But usually

they just tell you what you are and move on. For an Oracle not to know… it wold mean that she is something that the Oracle has never heard of. That makes her very rare indeed. I’m caught up in my thoughts and don’t notice that Ryann is sitting awkwardly.

“Okay, this show sucks. Let’s pick something different.” I honestly don’t think I saw even one

minute of the show, but I turn my attention to it now, not wanting to be rude. I’m pleased to

see that she has chosen a mystery show that Megan and I both love to watch.

“Love this show.“I tell her approvingly. Ryann flicks off her lamp so that we can watch in darkness and with her at my side I can’t remember ever feeling so comfortable as I do right

now.

I wake to what has quickly become my favourite scent. I’m comfortable and warm and Ryann is in my arms, although she is moving around entirely too much, I tighten my hold on her and cuddle her close, making a sound of discontent that she is trying to move away from me. I force my eyes open, wanting to see her and blink against the morning light. I’m holding Ryann close to me and her beautiful, pale eyes are wide as she looks into mine. I smile at her, she really is beautiful.

“Hey.” I greet her. Is it wrong that I want to k*ss her right now? I very nearly do but she

answers me.

“Hey?” Ryann sounds confused and nervous, her own voice little more than a squeak of sound. Wait, what am I doing? I wasn’t meant to fall asleep in her bed. I wasn’t invited to sleep here or to hold her in my arms the way I am right now. No wonder she was trying to get

Bellamy 7- Fallen and funny

away. I quickly remove my arms from her and try not to sigh as she backs away from me. We both sit up and it’s strange and quiet as we sit there. I don’t know what to say, so I just state.

the obvious.

“We fell asleep?” Ryann answers quickly.

“Apparently. What time is it?” She asks. Now that I’m awake, I can feel the corner of my phone jamming into my side. I pull it out of my pocket.

“Almost seven.” I can’t help but smile. I feel great, very well rested. Which is strange considering the evening we had and I can’t help but feel that Ryann is the one responsible for my relaxing night. I could get very used to this.

Ryann is showering and when there is a knock at her door I answer it. I am greeted by a friendly looking elderly woman holding a plate of muffins. I am just introducing myself when Ryann pops her head out of her bedroom dorm hair dripping down her exposed shoulder. Ryann’s friend answers the question she must have asked which is a relief because I don’t know that I can drag my eyes away from her to formulate a coherent thought.

“Good morning sweetie. I woke early and made some muffins. I thought I might bring a few up for you. For your… gentleman friend too I suppose.” Ryann looks embarrassed and looks to me for help but I have no idea what to do so I just shrug. To my shock, Ryann steps into the living room wearing only a towel. What the hell? She does realise that will not help her situation if her friend is misinterpreting this. I force myself to look up at the ceiling because I’m starting to feel like a creep with how I’m staring at her. Somehow I survive the conversation and Ryann retreats to her bedroom. But when she emerges I find I’m even more stunned than I was when she came out in a towel. She is wearing a dark blue shirt that matches her hair with a cartoon cat on the front. A black cat with golden eyes like mine. But what really blows my mind is that it has the words ‘I’m harmless I swear…‘ written below it. I raise an eyebrow in amusement. Did she wear that on purpose? A glance at her expression tells me that she did and I am elated. She really isn’t scared of me, any doubts I had about her are chased from my mind. I want Ryann Gale. She is the one for me, I can’t imagine any other future. Now I will just have to

convince her of that. Still, one look at her expression. when I complement her tells me that I have a long way to go.