catriona-the-witch
She listened to his words, the vibrating in his chest under her ear. She hated the pain in his voice, but more than that she hated that there were things he was hiding from her. It wasnât that she was worried about the things he was hiding, it was that she hated there was something he thought he couldnât tell her. âYou donât use your powers for a reason, and there isnât anything wrong with that. You donât know that fighting would have done anything. You donât know that it would have mattered. More than that, there isnât a goddamn thing that you could tell me that would change how I feel about you. Youâre the father of my children, youâre the first person Iâve ever fallen in love with. I donât care what it is, I donât. I love you, and Iâm here for you, and I donât give a damn about anything else.â
âI donât use my powers because Iâm weak,â he replied, his tone changing quickly as he sat up, careful to not hurt or move her too quickly in the process. âIâm too weak to understand how to control it. Fighting would have done something. Nathan fought for me and he lost his life because of it.. how is that fair? How is any of this fair?â he asked. He kept his gaze away from her as she spoke. He didnât deserve her love. âYou deserve better..â he mumbled, his voice low as he ran a hand through his hair. âThose babies deserve better.. and Iâm not just saying that. You know itâs true.â







