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@caomhnoirquin
“I’m only 19. How old are you anyway, like a hundred? And you still act like a child. Give me the remote and I don’t have to keep you tied up.”
“WHO’S ACTING WHO?” Quin asked, raising a brow. For all he knew, she’s the one who’s acting like a child. “If you only used your eyes for looking, then maybe you’d find it.”
“You think I’m the one who put you into that knot?” How delirious this man was, he thought. He shook his head then walked towards him, “Sure you didn’t piss a woman off?”
“PISSING A WOMAN off is least of things to do for today.” He heaved a sigh and shoved his wrist towards the man. “Now, untie this knot.”
“Nope. Never, you’ve become my prisoner.”
“AND YOU’RE A crazy, little, silly, girl. What would you want to do with me?”
“I would have loved to know that girl. I wonder what happened for me to fall in love with you instead.” Fiona squinted her eyes and pretended to think. “You must have casted a spell on me. That has to be it.” She released a snort at her soulmate’s observation. “You’re not all that cute.—It’s those eyes, they haunt me. Plus, you can be rather intimidating when you want something…”
“WELL, LOVE. I wouldn’t wonder for long knowing the answer to it already. You’re always attracted to me, Fiona. No wonder why you’re still mine.” Quin chuckled. “Casted a spell? Excuse me, Princess. For all I know, you’re the one who casted me with your black magic.” Quin went on, laughing. The guardian stroked her cheeks with his calloused hands. “They did say that the eyes are the windows to your soul.”
Fiona’s eyes drifted shut. Those words that left her soulmate’s lips sounded like the sweetest symphony. It made everything thus far worth her while. The heartbreak, the memory loss, the broken engagement with Ilhan. It was all worth it for this one moment. The princess burrowed her face into her lover’s open palm, her eyes opening to meet his clear blue eyes. “You don’t have to do all this to prove that you love me, Quin. You do that everyday just by being with me.” She told him kindly, her face lighting up with love. “You have fought for us long enough, my love…” She moved close enough to press a kiss on his lips. “It’s my turn to fight for us.”
AS SOON AS her eyes flew open, his blue pair of orbs glued on her green pairs. His heart was alive again and beating loudly for her. Only her. His love for her grew stronger and her words merely brought light in his life once again. Even if it’s her turn to fight for them, Quin will never stop fighting for them as well. Her battle will be his. They’re one soul. “I love you, Fiona.” He muttered as he fluttered his eyes shut. His forehead pressed against hers. “You’re mine.” The guardian went on for her lips, kissing her soft and luscious lips softly.
“You let a girl tie you up?” Fiona sputtered, a laugh ringing from her diaphragm. “You silly man…” Her body shook from laughter as she untied her soulmate’s arms. “All free now. C’mon silly, let’s get away from here before the crazed girl returns.”
“I COULD HAVE fought her but violence isn’t the answer so I let her tie me up.” He chuckled, watching her as she untied the rope. “She wanted me and I told her that I’m not available for anyone because the most beautiful Princess of Ireland, Princess Fiona owns my heart. And soul.” He added, making it up as a huge grin etched on his lips.
“I’m a prankster?” Fiona eyed her soulmate in disbelief. “I don’t believe you, my love. I can see you as the prankster and not me.” She bantered, laughing at the look that Quin was giving her. “What are you doing, Quin Redmond? You look like a fool. Stop that.”
“YOU’RE NOT A prankster alright. But somehow, you did some things that pissed me off before we were exclusively dating. I used to hate you, to be quite honest. Because you bring out the worst in me. Also the best. But look where we are now. You love my fool side. To be quite honest, you find me cute. Too much for your feels to handle.”
“Why would you think that?” Fiona questioned with a raised brow. Her breath caught in her throat at the revelation. Was he joking? He had to be. She wasn’t ready for marriage, and she didn’t think that he was either. “Stop messing around, Quin Redmond. What if I wanted you to propose? Then you’re going to be in deep trouble.” He said, giving her lover a knowing look. “I’m sorry we’ve had to hide. It’s just that my father. He would never approve, and he was still reeling from the knowledge of her broken engagement with Ilhan. She didn’t want to make things even more difficult for Quin. “We’ll stop hiding one day. I promise you that we will.”
“HONESTLY, THIS IS my first time to prepare something for you that’s almost as grande as the ball you prepared for everyone. But this is just me, expressing my love and longing for you.” He muttered whilst his thumbs stroking her prominent cheekbones. The guardian slightly chuckled at the thought of it. Fiona was right, he’s going to be in deep trouble if she wanted him to propose. Then a thought came into his mind. He loved Fiona for all his miserable life. Why did they have to hide? “One day will be soon, love. I promise you that. I should be fighting for you.”
Fiona stopped in her tracks, stared at her soulmate with a comical expression and ventured to ask. “—Why are you tied up, my love? You were supposed to meet half an hour ago.”
HE SWALLOWED THE lump on his throat as soon as he heard the voice of his love. “Ahh. About that. Well, this crazy girl tied me up, spun me around and locked me into this room. Thank goodness you’re here.”
“I don’t believe you. Now tell me where you hid the remote and I might consider freeing you.”
“SO THIS... THIS is all because of a stupid remote? How immature can you get? Have you tried looking for it rather than wasting your bloody time on me?”
“YOU CAN’T HOLD me as your prisoner, my dear. I badly need to save the world so please, untangle this knot now and I’ll forget that it’ll ever happened.”
Roman gestured to the bartender for another round of drinks. “Oh, stop looking at me like you’re judging me,” he snapped at the person next to him. “I had a long day.”
QUIN NEVER JUDGED those who had more than a few shots. He understood why they needed it. Just as he did a few years back. And maybe until now. “No worries. All of us had our reasons.”
The love she felt for her soulmate multiplied with each passing second. Though she couldn’t remember him, her soul did. She knew him from the minute their eyes met. “—I’ll remember you someday, Quin. I know I will.” The words were said with so much confidence because she knew that she would indeed remember. “And I’m here for you til the very end.”
“SINCE THAT WE’RE here now, and as much as I want you to remember right away, I’ll give you a heads up of what we were before we became together. We aren’t exactly at the same good terms. It’s funny how it still ended up that way now. But, we always fight and prank each other.”
The succession of actions happened quickly. Her eyes were blindfolded before Quin guided her steps. She nodded her acknowledgement at his request, and stayed put. Her arms her crossed, and she waited patiently for her lover to get done. It felt like a long time before he finally came back to her. Once her eyes were free again, she opened them and what bestowed before her was a romantic late night picnic set up. Fiona’s gaze drifted up to her soulmate’s, eyes twinkling with happiness. “I loave it… Thank ya…”
“I WAS STARTING to worry that you might not like it.” He responded with a laugh, his blue pairs locked at her love’s beauty. “Because tonight’s the night I’m going to ask you to marry me.” He joked around, taking her hand as he guided her to the center where their picnic food awaits them. Quin never took off his hand off hers afraid that she might let her go. He shouldn’t have said that he was gonna ask to marry her because she would merely assume. “Anyway, love. I’m finally glad that we got to sneak out and have this romantic time together with no one judging us. When the right time comes, we will no longer hide.”
BELLATRIX THREW a confused glare at the man’s way. “Didn’t just saying ‘Hi’ ever cross your mind?” she asked sarcastically, both because it was what she usually did, and because she wanted to hide the fact that he was right. It took her a moment of silence before mumbling defensively “I’m getting there.” The brunette lifted her head to look up at him and shrugged. “Can you control yours?” It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he owned powers, just like her. “I mean, if you’re gonna give me the judgy eyes, you better have a good reason for it.”
“NO. SADLY, IT didn’t. But now that you mentioned it, then ‘hi,’ hope you’re content now.” He replied with the same amount of sarcasm that she used on him. What more could he do than throw a punch? Use his telekenisis to make things easier for him? He could see himself in her and how hard it was for her to control it. But the only thing that would make her control it is by taking away something so important. “Yeah. It only took me a day.”
“Hey, I need your help. I’m fixing my car and I need a hand. Here’s a book too if you don’t know anything fixing cars. So, help me?”
“SURE. I’LL HELP. What’s in it for me though?”
“It’s alright.” Fiona reached for his cheek and gently rubbed her thumb over it. “—I love you, Quin Redmond. And no King could ever change that.” She whispered the words softly, making sure to properly pronounce the words before her lips found his in a gentle kiss.
THE GUARDIAN SMILED through the kiss. His heart was at peace, stable and settled with the Fiona’s love. His second chance with her was something that she won’t let go of. Fate has spoken that they’re really meant to keep each other for eternity. “Fiona, I just want to say how long I’ve waited for you. You may not remember me, but I’ll always be here for you. Through thick and thin.”
