(Alnilam)
Gorgeous, her transformation leaves srised and I don’t want to look away.
The magic inside struggles to remain contained, it wishes to stumble out and reach her. Touch her beautiful hair and graze against her cheeks.
"I am ready," she says after placing her necklace on the table near .
I guide her, there is a belief inside that Amaia can control all the elents. The way she can affect n around her, there is a well of power hidden inside her.
Unexplored and untouched. I have to guide her to approach and channel the power she possesses.
Standing up I take my position right in front of her while explaining how to begin training on the elent of air.
"It needs gentleness, nothing hard. Just focus on the energy and the magic inside you," I say. "Let it out slowly, rging it with the air around you."
She concentrates, spreading her arm forward and then taking it backwards slowly as if rowing in the air.
"Let your skin feel the air, let it caress you, every pore, every fragnt of you will feel alive once your magic connects with the air and becos one," I tell her, without realising my voice has gotten soft with her.
She gulps but nods her head at , understanding and obeying.
Closing her eyes, Amaia focuses. Her jaw goes tense and seriousness masks her face.
I watch her, greedily. Her long hair cascaded down to her knees. She is short and her hair elongates even further when she is in her real appearance.
I continue to guide her, but sothing seems to be holding her back. No matter how much she tries nothing happens.
With a sigh, she lets her hands drop and opens her eyes. Disappointnt flashes back at .
"No, we are not giving up. I know you are capable enough to unlock this power." I step forward and my hair extends from all sides, wrapping itself around her wrists.
Like the live current, my magic flows through my hair and spreads over her skin, fusing with hers. The air around us becos alive, suddenly picking up as if it has been charged with our magic.
A surprise passes on Amaia’s face. Her mouth slightly opens when our magic combines and creates a small whirlwind around us.
"What’s happening?" She asks, confused. Her hair flies all over her face from the impact of swirling winds. So of them graze against my face and tangle with my hair too.
Our garbs lift, like waving flags in the wind.
"I am not sure but I think our magic is combining sohow and creating this," I say, confused. As far as I know, I can’t control the air, and yet sohow this is happening, which has stumped.
What’s it about this woman that makes my magic just lose all sense and act in ways it has never done before?
I try to untangle my hair from her wrists but my hair refuses to budge. The wind picks up, going higher and spreading its circle wider, ignoring the four crystals I have placed to contain it.
With a sudden rush, it topples them over and blasts out with an explosive impact. The glass cabinet in the corner with all my prized possessions is hit with a trendous force.
~Clank~
Glass shatters with a deafening boom, and glass crystals blast towards us.
The only thought that erges in my brain is to protect her.
My shield surges forward, embedding each and every razor-sharpened particle in its denseness. My hair let go of her arms and wrap around her back, pulling her into my chest.
Her warm body hits mine and my arms gather her and secure her into my chest. A quiet incursion of solace slithers on cat feet and enters my heart when her body collides with mine. Her arms go around my waist and she clings to .
Her breath dislodges from her throat and Snow whimpers in my head like a starved soul for affection.
Thankfully, the air tornado we have accidentally created dies down, and the calmness after the passing of the storm descends on us.
My hair has tightly wrapped all around her back, keeping her tethered to .
"Are you hurt?" I softly ask and she slowly lifts her head and swings it left and right.
Emotions dance in her beautiful turquoise eyes, the colour so rich and beautiful that I find myself getting lost in them. Without thinking my fingers reach down and pull away so of the delicate strands from her face. My fingertips graze against her soft skin, and she lets out a slow, painful moan.
’Is she hurt but not telling ?’ I find myself wondering. None of us wishes to let go of the other and my magic is hellbent on keeping us plastered to each other.
Damnit, I have a fiancée. What am I even doing? Slowly, I release her, although Snow screeches inside my head.
’Can’t you hug her for a little while longer? She is so soft and warm.’
I ignore him and the tease of emotions that are beginning in my heart.
"I am sorry," she painfully says, taking a step back and pushing away her hair.
"It’s not your fault. I didn’t anticipate this and used small crystals. Next ti I will be using much stronger crystals."
I definitely didn’t anticipate that our magic would collide and detonate like that, like a bomb.
"So does that an one of us possesses the power to control the elent of air? Or both of us? Or it will only happen when our powers are combined?" She asks, turning to watch the shattered cabinet and the possessions split out.
For the first ti, I have no answer. I am a warlock so all my powers should have already been active and polished since they manifest at the age of 15. So was it her power and my magic only spurred her on?
"I am not sure." I watch the ss that has been created and that clean freak inside feels annoyed.
Amaia carefully moves towards the shattered glass fragnts. They crunch under the soles of her shoes. Bending down she begins to gather the scattered stuff.
"I am sorry about these. I hope nothing is broken," she remorsefully says, picking up a diary from the wreckage and blowing away the broken glass pieces from it.
"It’s fine, I will deal with it later. You can just leave it. I don’t want you to cut your hand or injure yourself."
She turns to face at these words and her face llows with emotions that are portrayed there.
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