who: @touchvoided & @lyle-than
when: April 26th, 2019, Friday
where: Kat and Annabelle’s Apartment
It was mulling in her head for days. She had to put a stop to this. After hearing the story pry from his lips, the wytch felt torn. She loved him, but it wasn’t right to hold him prisoner to that. He needed to choose her with his own free will. If that meant hatred instead, she was prepared to meet it. Her fingers nervously twirled in her hair, tugging on the strands like a string. Oh, God. She wasn’t prepared for this. Anxiety mounted in her throat, pressing against her windpipe as she struggled to say his name. “Lyle?” She said softly, turning her head towards the man that stood in her kitchen. “You’re released. You don’t have to love me anymore.”
It was easy to feel at peace with her, in a way Lyle couldn’t remember for years before. Since he’d been a child, home and secure that nothing bad in the world could reach him. Since the last time he’d been in love. Lyle turned his head slowly towards his name, eyes crinkling with the tension he could hear coiled in Kat’s tone. Her voice cut off anything he could ask. The magic in her words reverberated through Lyle’s being. Like the release of a breath held too long, the brilliance of the world drained away, leaving him stunned and dizzy. “Oh no.”
Love love love. There was a fresh emptiness inside him, cored out and left hollow by it. His jaw shut with a snap, as Lyle realized he’d been gaping. He needed to leave, he couldn’t see her. Not now. Lyle just needed to be away. Ducking his head, he launched for the door, deaf to anything but his own ragged breathing.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Kat moved quickly from her living room couch, boots scraping against the wood floor. Her hand reached out and grabbed onto his arm. It was meant to keep him in place, but he was stronger than her. She had always forgot how strong he was. Maybe it was the sea in him. Maybe it was the lack of water. Her grip tightened, forcibly trying to keep him there long enough to spill the words that held in her throat. “Don’t leave. Please, you’re not allowed to leave.” Her voice hummed out the familiar charm, keeping him grounded by her. “Stay with me. Talk with me.”
She couldn’t help herself. It was all lost in the magic, drunk on the power it had to keep him grounded. To keep him from hating her. “Please, I know everything. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like she did. I didn’t realize - I didn’t know.” Kat begged, brows knitting together as sweat beaded on her brow. “Please, don’t go.”