Waking up with a purpose

Your eyes open and you lull your head to check Edin's bed. It was empty. You look downwards to see your morning wood standing proud. "Metaphysical traitor." You say sitting up then purse your lips and blow out a breath. "Hope you're right Clare."

You close your eyes and feel your aura contained within. It felt different less strained. Relaxing your muscles and will you feel it expand past your skin. The soft tingles as it expands makes your muscles tense for a moment. Pushing out a breath you relax them again.

Your aura grew.

When you let it out for Anastasia you'd throttled it by now. The room felt different. You turned your closed eyes to Edin's bed. As your aura grew over it you felt happiness and fear and pain and jealously and a **** sort of love. The feelings mingled on the bed sharper in some spots, weaker in others. It wasn't just Edin's. Blue's feelings were there as well, a different texture to the emotions but you could pick out which feeling was who's.

Your aura expanded.

Your muscles were loose but there was more. Inside you was a knot. You remembered massaging Vatarie, working the knots out of her back as she melted into your touch. The feel of her skin under your finger, the burnt scent that lingered around her warming your nose. You could almost smell her, could almost hear her heartbeat, her slow breath as she sleeps.

Your aura reached out.

A new feeling pulled you from Vatarie. A pained loneliness that moved around a body with each beat of an isolated heart. A conflicting need for love yet desire for humiliation. You pictured Anastasia's face when you had been with Edin in front of her. Lust painted cheeks with longing eyes. You remembered how she looked sitting by the fire before you went to Vatarie for your date. You thought she was trying to manipulate you but that doesn't feel anymore.

The knot was almost gone.

Something new at the edge. A coldness but not an absence. It didn't feel like something you understood, but as the coldness moved past the edge it was something you might be able to feel. Beneath that coldness was a core no warmth there, a simpleness, a comprehension of difference. Then the feeling coldness shifted, turned to face you before wisping away.

For the first time in almost eighteen year you untensed a muscle. Your aura was free and inside you, you felt a star reignite.

Your open your eye. The walls of your room were dark and semitransparent and through them you saw new colours. Horizontal ovoids radiating light. When you focused on one you could feel the calmness of sleep. Each little star a beautiful moment of life.

The explosion inside you was getting bigger. You opened your window and step out. Elliptical wings forming on your back as you pushed your magic through them then down. You shot into the sky and the little stars disappeared. The early morning clouds were blocking the light from the sun so you rose higher.

As the cool moisture of clouds dots on your naked body you opened your mouth. The faint taste of water only fleeting as you broke through the clouds and felt the sun on your skin. It felt like the first time you'd ever done so. Breathing in you pulled your aura towards you then let it out pushing your aura to even greater limits.

Your wings shifted passive soaring and you hung there enjoying your freedom.

As minutes passed you felt your explosion cool until it was settled. You felt like you again. With a faint smile you pulled your aura back into yourself. Clare told you the truth, and you didn't want any of those other stars to look at you like yellow eyes in a dark forest.

When your aura was contained there was no change in your mood, no external dispute at the containment. You shrunk your wings to glide back to your room. When you reached your window and stepped inside you used some magic to dry the clouds that still clung to you.

Today was going to be a good day. A smile crossed your lips for a moment. You'd get to see Clare again today. But that was later, you had a crappy iron sword to imbue right now.