forum Fate: your own story ( winx)

Started January 04, 2022 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

“It’s hard to rest when it feels like my back is on fire,” Eve moaned, curling into Anya.

" lemme try something.." Anya said and started pulling the heat from eves skin. Smoke Sept from from her mouth as she drew away the heat

Eve closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. When she opened them, she saw the smoke. “Oh my God, stop!” she cried.

" it's fine." Anya coughed a bit " I have to release it some how.." she chuckled

Eve shook her head. “I’m going to have to start calling you my dragon now~” she teased. “Can you breathe fire?”

" kinda sorta. It's a small flame." She chuckled

“Well I’m not sure what you did, but it helped a bit. It still hurts below the bandages…” Eve’s eyes turned serious, and she looked at Anya. “Now that she’s not here, you can give me your honest answer. What do you think of my mom being the headmistress?”

" it's pretty cool, I never knew my mom so, to me that's something new" she said honestly. Anya kept taking the heat in a small stream of smoke.

Eve frowned and reached up amidst the pain to caress Anya’s cheek. “Oh… I’m sorry.”

" it's not your fault so don't worry." She said softly

“Wanna talk about it?” Eve asked, a yawn finishing her question.

" no, it's in the past. What matters to me right now is you."

A soft, tired smile broke out on Eve's face. "You're so sweet," she murmured. "I don't… don't deserve you…" She was beginning to relax enough to fall asleep now thanks to Anya relieving a bit of the burn, and since the adrenaline was finally wearing off, the tiredness was really setting in.

Anya kept her powers up, but it was wearing her down. She could remember seeing eve dowse off before she did, finally giving in when a door opened somewhere. Though Anyas transfer only slowed a bit while she slept, the smoke still bellowing out.

Dowling entered, seeing the two sleeping. The smoke trickling out of Anya’s mouth caught her attention immediately, and she gently shook Anya awake, careful not to wake Eve.

Anya groaned " what?" She asked softly, her tried eyes looking up to her headmistress. " Something wrong?"

"Whatever you're doing, I need you to stop doing it. Headmaster Silva and I would like to speak with you," Dowling murmured, her eyes darting to her daughter for a moment before looking back at Anya.

" im taking the heat from the wound, but sure, just let me set her down. " she said and gently moved from eve. anya coughed a bit but followed the headmistres out

Eve, already asleep, didn't seem to be too disturbed at the movement. Dowling watched her for a moment longer before backtracking and leaving the office, shutting the door behind her. In the room adjacent, the Specialist Headmaster was waiting with his arms crossed and an anxious look on his face. Seeing Dowling, he quickly approached her, briefly ignoring Anya as he murmured a question to Dowling. She nodded in reply, and Silva seemed to relax a bit more at that.

anya final cleared the smoke from her throat. her burning skin cooling down. " so, what is it you need, id like to get back to eve an continue transferring the heat"

The headmistress and headmaster exchanged a glance. Dowling inhaled steadily and lifted her chin a bit into the air. "Among other things, it is very important to us that no other students are aware that Eve is our daughter. Do you swear to keep this information secret?"

" yes ma'am." anya said, watching the two " may i ask why?"

Dowling answered quietly, "Image."

Silva chose to elaborate. "Ours and Alfea's. It doesn't look great for the school for us to be together, which is why our last names are still different. Eve has a different last name too. And… if certain people found out we have a daughter…"

"It's for the good of the school," Dowling interjected.

" i understand. " she said simply, " just, thank you, for not being mad. i know if my father finds out im dating a girl.. " she lowered her head a bit, but she looked up to the two " i need to get back to eve, " she said as her voice trembled a bit. she walked out to the other.

The pair exchanged a look, and Dowling caught Anya's arm as she went to go back into the office. "Wait," she whispered. "Please don't use your heat manipulation on her wounds."