Strings of Fate

93- Blindness and bubbles

“Leaving you alone is worse.” he confirms.

“Well, then keep your eyes shut while I’m in the bath and you can stay.” I suggest. He tilts his head to the side.

“You’re willing to let me stay?” He repeats in confirmation. I nod.

“If you close your eyes. I know you don’t love that part, but it’s the best compromise I can offer. Decide before the water gets cold please.” Bellamy’s eyes dart around the room. His eyes land on the window. Like most bathrooms, it’s a small window that isn’t easily accessed. I doubt it’s even visible from outside. Appearing to make a decision, he marches towards the door. Huh, he’s leaving? Or not. He reaches the door, locks it then sits himself on the ground. with his back against the door and closes his eyes.

“I won’t look. I promise.” he assures me. I quickly strip out of my clothes and chuck them on the floor by the vanity. The water is hot, but comfortable when I climb in, clutching the edges of the tub to prevent myself from falling. I can’t help but glance over at Bellamy. I do trust him to keep his eyes shut, but I still feel weirdly paranoid about it. I settle down into the water, careful to keep my bandages dry and on the edge of the bath. The bubbles easily reach my chin. The warmth immediately begins to seep into me and I can’t help but let out a groan of relief. The adrenaline rush that I must have been experiencing earlier is finally starting to fade now that I feel safe. I’m a little awkward having Bellamy in here, but not enough to burst my bubble of bliss right now. I look over at him and he looks… uncomfortable. The tile floor is probably cold and not so nice to sit on. He’s still sitting with his back to the door and his eyes closed, but he has his legs pulled up and is hugging them into his chest. His head is tilted back against the door.

“You’re going to hurt your neck sitting like that.” I comment. He groans and sits up straighter, rolling and cracking his neck. He starts fiddling with his string bracelet, twirling it around his wrist over and over.

“You’re right.” He admits.

“You look really uncomfortable.” I add. He just shrugs at that.

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“I don’t mind. Do you want to talk or would you rather have your bath in peace and pretend I’m not here?” he asks. I can’t help but laugh.

situation like this. It will still be peaceful if we’re talking as long as we don’t argue or bicker too much.” I assure him. That pulls

best behaviour. Do you… do you want

already told you what happened

But that’s not what I mean. You told me what happened, but not how you feel about it all. You also probably have questions about how I reacted. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it all yet, but you definitely should at some point. If not with me then with Megan

your

really don’t know what problem is with him. His powers haven’t influenced me in years which means he’s

point out. Bellamy sighs.

it. They support us. The Incubus is your friend, but he isn’t mine. If you ask him for advice he’s not going to have the same context or knowledge about Shifters and he won’t care about my feelings when talking to you. It also worries me that he’s known you longer than I have. That’s something I can never win. There are times that he got

close as children, but until we met up by accident that first time when I

part of the problem is that all he really knows about Harry is that he’s an Incubus. Maybe it would help if he actually

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a group. You might feel better if you knew and trusted him a bit.” I suggest. I look over to see Bellamy’s

check the group chat at some point. I keep forgetting. I’m not used to actually having one friend to keep up with, much less a whole group of them. Actually, while I’m thinking about it, I don’t think

and Megan that is.

ask bluntly. As I say it, I realise that it

vaguely insulting.

that the way it sounded. I just meant that I haven’t really seen you

so I just thought it was odd that you haven’t talked about anyone…” I trail off.

them to be your guards after all, I trust them. But 1 don’t know how to act around them. The dominant part of me demands their respect and obedience, those aren’t things that work too well in a friendship. Aside from being