🌖~ Moonlit Obsidian ~ 🌔 [with M-jow]

[mik3la]

The other didn't had to tell what he was thinking as he could see the look in his eyes when he realized what had happened exactly. He had been the target all along. He was supposed to be attacked in the library and most likely he was supposed to die tonight instead of Noah. His friend was dead because of him. 

Guild and grief was building in his chest again, feeling his heart squeeze like hell, like thorns where pinned in it. It was all his fault. He was the cursed one.

He was about to break apart when the other asked where he lived and that he shouldn't go alone given the circumstances. That made him rethink everything and trying to understand why would someone want him dead. 

His line of thoughts was interrupted when he the other mentioned that he was not safe and that he should know how magic works. 

"Yeah I know ... they leave a scent that can be found by hounds ..." he said unconsciously, responding out of reflex. Of course he knew about magic. He was a magic being, but the only person that knew that was Noah. And now Asher. 

He took a deep breath and turned his eyes towards the guy, locking his eyes with the honey colour that shined now in the dark of the room.