Unseen Scenes—End of Book Two, Treaty Version (Felix PoV) (Patreon)

“You’re really gonna live here?” Felix asks, attempting—but failing—to keep the grimace from wrinkling his nose.

The maa-alused man stares about the rough-hewn cavern with a wistful sigh, shoulders dropping as a wave of relaxation washes over him. “We certainly are.”

Felix lifts a brow. “Each to their own, I guess. Here.” He hefts the large sack he’s carrying to one corner, piling it with the others. “This is the last of the food stocks.”

“Thank you, vampiir,” the man replies, settling a hand on Felix’s shoulder and giving a nod, his other hand rests over his heart. At least where Felix assumes his heart is. Maa-alused could be made up way differently than humans and vampires. But the man does definitely have a heart, as Felix can hear the gentle thump-thump of a pulse beneath the man’s almost translucent skin.

Felix beams a smile. “No worries. You need anything else, just ask.” His smile falters at the corners. “Well, you know, ask the Agency. I doubt I could actually do much personally.”

The maa-alused takes the joke as intended and gives a chuckle. “Again, thank you.”

They part ways, Felix stepping out into the sun and basking in its bright radiance, even if the air holds a numbing chill. A familiar scent drifts on the breeze, and he turns on the spot to stare across the cavern-backed clearing to find the welcome source of it.

[Name] is standing at the entrance of a different cave system, though another figure has joined them. The maa-alused leader cuts quite the figure, though apparently doesn’t plan to actually help much with any of the moving considering his fancy get-up.

“They speak of what you have done for us,” a voice comments, drawing Felix’s attention to one side where Sanja is walking towards him.

Felix shrugs, though a smile makes his eyes glimmer. “I think you mean what [Name] did. The rest of us were just along for the ride.” A gentle breath escapes him as he gazes at the Detective, his heartbeat fluttering like a jar of butterflies captured within his chest.

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If in relationship with Felix

Sanja slides her attention between Felix and [Name]. “You speak as though you are separate, but you are as one now.”

His smile turns to a beaming grin. “Yeah, we are. Though I’m not sure how you know that…”

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If not in relationship with Felix

Sanja slides her attention between Felix and [Name]. “You are saddened to speak of you and them as separate. You truly wish you could be as one, do you not?”

He slumps. “You got that right.” He glances at her, pushing some humour back into his voice. “Should I even ask how you know that?”

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She shrugs, a twinkle of mischief glittering in the depths of her eyes. “It is what I do. And the sight of this certainly helped me come to realise.” She holds out something to him.

Felix almost blurts out a laugh as he takes the offered photo. It’s of him and the Detective at the carnival. The captured memory of [Name]’s smile is like an instant hit of ecstasy for Felix.

But a frown replaces his joyful expression, as the twinkle dims in Sanja’s expression.

“Do not wait now you have found each other. Time is precious, even to one such as you.”

“What do you mean?” Felix fidgets against the spiky bristles of fear which prickle out from the woman.

“What you will share together,” she begins, resting a hand on his arm and then looking over towards [Name]. “Your love will be a magic of its own kind. A magic more potent and unique than anything this world has experienced before.”

Her fear is brushed away by the abundance of happiness which blooms from Felix.

“Are you serious?” He swivels his head around to follow her eyeline towards [Name].

He supposes most people might be completely freaked out to learn that someone they met only a few months ago is, what…his soulmate? But the thought of it only inspires a new burst of feeling to envelop Felix, blocking out the lingering dark fear which clouds the teller beside him.

“But magic—love—so rare can draw attention.” Her hand tightens on his arm. “Attention you are unfamiliar with, but that is aware of you even now. They will try to break you both to mould you anew.”

Felix’s breath stammers in his throat, the dread that makes Sanja’s voice quiver causing an icy chill to seep deep into his bones.

Carefully, he peels the woman’s hand away and drops it back at her side. “You don’t know every future though, do you?”

She hesitates. “Do not ignore this warning.”

“I’m not ignoring it, just…it might not even happen,” he states, snapping his attention away and picking at the rock of the cavern wall. “There’s no need to get quite so dramatic about stuff that might not—”

“It will come,” she interjects. “Do not waste precious time.” Her body sags, as though the weight of her heavy woolen clothing is suddenly too much to bear on her slim shoulders. “You may not have much of it together.”

She offers a hollow, pitying smile, and then sways away, lost to the crowd of maa-alused busying themselves with moving crates and sacks.

Felix’s lungs almost collapse as his ribs seem to cave inwards, the woman’s warning constricting about him with the strength of a vice. He tries to suck in a breath, tries to shake away the deafening thoughts, he tries anything to rid himself of the unwanted—and seriously unnecessary—negativity  she poured all over him.

Then he looks at them.

Everything drains away: all the panic, all the worry, all thoughts of anything beyond the happiness which [Name] instantly brings him.

And he knows they will weather any storm.

Together.