I can feel it coming in the air tonight ...
Astoria’s eyes flew open and her hand shot out, grabbed the first thing that could be grasped.
There was darkness coming. Ill intent. Triumph.
Her body arched off the bed and the moonlight painted her skin. The sheet was pooled at her waist, barely covered any of the muscled flesh of the man next to her. It should have been a beautiful picture, but as the vision faded from her mind, gooseflesh washed over her skin. Fear.
He was coming. He knew. He would find her.
She was bare as the day she was born, but Astoria paid it no mind as she slid from the bed and scrambled to find parchment and a quill. Floo and Apparation were not an option - Reese never stayed in one place, and the last she had seen the little woman had been years ago now.
There was no mistaking what she had seen though. Astoria did not know who the man was, but there was a terrible darkness in him and he was coming for Reese. He would find her. Her visions always came to pass.
The words scratched across the parchment were futile. It would happen and there was nothing Astoria could do to stop it. She didn’t even know who the man was. It didn’t stop her from attaching the warning to an owl and shooing it off with threats of dismemberment and starvation.
“Princess?” Marcus’ voice was gravely with sleep.
“I’m here.” And not for the first time she felt entirely powerless in the face of what fate had shown her. She watched the owl disappear as its diminutive form flew towards the setting moon for several moments before turning back to the man in her bed. “I dreamt terrible things.”
Marcus pulled her to him, but eyed the shadows of the room for possible threats. “Real things?”
“Yes. A dark man will find another seer - a seer of true selves.” She shivered and slipped her arms around him. Marcus was solid and warm, and the slide of their skin grounded her. She missed Angelina. “There is nothing I can do to stop it, though I tried.”
Marcus’ grip tightened around her, almost crushing. He would kill anyone who dared touch his seer.
Astoria laid her cheek against his chest and her hands curled into fists at his back. The Sight was a blessing and a curse, but more often than not, it felt the latter. There was nothing she could do to prevent the terrible things she saw.
“There is a child. I saw her crying.” A shudder went down her spine and she looked up at Marcus. “It will happen tonight - perhaps even this very moment.” She swallowed. “I saw her crying…” she whispered as a single tear slid down her cheek.
SUMMARY: Astoria is awoken by a terrible vision.
There was darkness coming. Ill intent. Triumph.
Her body arched off the bed and the moonlight painted her skin. The sheet was pooled at her waist, barely covered any of the muscled flesh of the man next to her. It should have been a beautiful picture, but as the vision faded from her mind, gooseflesh washed over her skin. Fear.
He was coming. He knew. He would find her.
She was bare as the day she was born, but Astoria paid it no mind as she slid from the bed and scrambled to find parchment and a quill. Floo and Apparation were not an option - Reese never stayed in one place, and the last she had seen the little woman had been years ago now.
There was no mistaking what she had seen though. Astoria did not know who the man was, but there was a terrible darkness in him and he was coming for Reese. He would find her. Her visions always came to pass.
The words scratched across the parchment were futile. It would happen and there was nothing Astoria could do to stop it. She didn’t even know who the man was. It didn’t stop her from attaching the warning to an owl and shooing it off with threats of dismemberment and starvation.
“Princess?” Marcus’ voice was gravely with sleep.
“I’m here.” And not for the first time she felt entirely powerless in the face of what fate had shown her. She watched the owl disappear as its diminutive form flew towards the setting moon for several moments before turning back to the man in her bed. “I dreamt terrible things.”
Marcus pulled her to him, but eyed the shadows of the room for possible threats. “Real things?”
“Yes. A dark man will find another seer - a seer of true selves.” She shivered and slipped her arms around him. Marcus was solid and warm, and the slide of their skin grounded her. She missed Angelina. “There is nothing I can do to stop it, though I tried.”
Marcus’ grip tightened around her, almost crushing. He would kill anyone who dared touch his seer.
Astoria laid her cheek against his chest and her hands curled into fists at his back. The Sight was a blessing and a curse, but more often than not, it felt the latter. There was nothing she could do to prevent the terrible things she saw.
“There is a child. I saw her crying.” A shudder went down her spine and she looked up at Marcus. “It will happen tonight - perhaps even this very moment.” She swallowed. “I saw her crying…” she whispered as a single tear slid down her cheek.
SUMMARY: Astoria is awoken by a terrible vision.