Before anyone could ask more questions or try once more to calm her, she walked away, leaving the room. She tried to massage the sting away, to ease her trembling, but it didn't seem to help. That damn smell and taste wouldn't go away, and why was everything so fucking loud?!
She entered her office, taking another long breath and fighting the urge to destroy everything in the room in the Manor. How badly she wanted to rip flesh and bone, her rage and those painful vivid memories manifesting in the simple need to destroy something.
Anything.
Anyone.
It was those eyes! Those damn silver moonlight eyes that were the trigger to the powerful ticking time bomb that was Ira. She shook her head once, then twice, again and again, trying to get that light out of her mind. "Fuck...FUCK!" She growled, before giving a low snarl, spinning around sharply to face the wall, her hand pulled back and balled into a tight fist as she fell into that urge to-
"Do you want this love of mine? Darkness helps us all to shine. Do you want it? Do you want it now...?"
Her fist stopped a mere half an inch from the wall, her eyes widening a bit, hearing that song. The sound of crackling embers, of war drums and boots stomping flesh and bone into the dirt, were being driven out by that unmistakable song.
It was a ring tone she recently set up after learning what his favorite music was.
He mentioned the name of the band earlier that day, and she had set this up as soon as he gave her his number once she woke up.
She lowered her hand, the weight being lifted from her bare shoulder, the pain starting to fade away. They saw each other every morning after that, continuing their game, reading his book, or cuddling close. He always kept her attention. He never failed to make her feel better, even when it was just the sound of his song.
She smiled softly, chuckling into a laugh, everything suddenly feeling light. The smell of ash faded from her nostrils, and no longer was she drowning in the taste of blood. She moved to pick up her phone, lifting it from the large desk, her thumb gently slid over the name that appeared on the glowing screen of her phone, opening it up to him, "Hello Tristan. Fancy hearing from you."
Good, she sounded calm, her voice was not trembling. The inferno had passed.
There was no danger here. Not with Tristan's voice, singing to her from the phone.
"Hey there, Ira!" God, his voice was always as light as air, "Is this a good time?"
"Any time is a good time for you." She smirked, turning away and jumping onto her desk, the furniture and walls of the office safe for now.
"I see my charm is becoming contagious."
She chuckled softly, a warmth growing across her cheeks, "Oh no, what other symptoms should I watch out for? Will I lose my love of coffee?"
His gentle laugh pushed away from the sounds of war further from her ears. "Hopefully, not, or else I wouldn't see you anymore."
"I exist outside of mornings, Tristan."
"That's good because I was wondering if we could meet maybe closer to lunchtime tomorrow."
"Oh?" Ira blinked, looking down at her phone, curious, "How come?"
"Last night was a little rough with work...I'm still recovering from it. I also have a surprise that needs a little more time to prepare."
"A surprise? For me?" Ira was definitely blushing now, "Well, I suppose I could save some patience for a surprise." Her voice took a haughty edge, "You better not disappoint me."
"Disappoint you? Never." His voice also seemed to change, the lightness coming down to soothing depths, huskiness in his next words reserved just for her, "That is the last thing I want, Ira."
She bit her lip, her heart skipping a beat. She pulled the phone away from her ear, clearing her through and retaking a long deep breath, trying to still her pounding heart, as well fight how heated she was feeling. As soon as this call was done, she was going to drink the coldest, most ice-filled glass of water she could find.
"Ira?" His voice returned with its usual tightness, a little chuckle in it, "Did I take your breath away?"
She groaned, rolling her eyes, bringing the phone back to her ear and lips, "Your charm has no end. Very well, I will meet you at the café close to lunchtime. Does 11:30 work?"
"It's a date."
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