KAYDEN
Kaz*
Cyrus
Everything that Cyrus thought his life would be was now in shambles but maybe that was a good thing. His father was dead to him, there was no more need to protect him or try and hold onto a relationship that died alongside his mother. There was no need to keep up with shady dealings and all the bullshit he got himself into. Now Cyrus could start to live the life he wanted, he could fight for what mattered to him. He could try to be happy. Loire was the center of all that. Not only was she his best friend but she was the love of his life, she was the only girl he had ever had eyes for and it was her or nothing. Cyrus was okay with that for a while but now, now he was going to fight. If the only thing standing between them was this magic of hers then they would get through it together.
Cyrus watched as Loire stood and pulled out her wand, a grin spreading across her face. “That’s my girl.” He knew she didn’t feel good, he knew she was scared but he needed her to try and it appeared as if she was willing. Good. “All the best people are right? Come on Loire no more stalling.”
His wand was outstretched before him as he waited, watching what she would do next. The last thing on his list of possibilities was sneezing. It made 6 different speeding projectiles come from the tip of her wand. It caught Cyrus off guard sure but he was still able to easily handle them, a swirl of fire dancing from the end of his wand and lashing around in the air, turning the icicles to water before they hit him. Loire was the DADA professor sure but she wasn’t the only one who was skilled, Cyrus lived that life out in reality. He fought more than once to save his own life and against much worse spells than ice.
Cyrus paused for a moment to make sure she was done before approaching Loire, pushing her arm down gently before pocketing his own wand. His hand moved to her face to brush away some of the hair that was stuck to her cheek from her tears. “Don’t run away from me anymore.” It was rare for him to have confidence like this, maybe it was something about the impressive skills he just displayed or maybe it was simply the fact that for once he felt like things could turn out okay. “Don’t hide. Don’t be scared. Don’t marry Hunter.” The last part came out without thinking, but fuck he meant it. “And please for the love of god admit your sick so we can get you on the mend. You shouldn’t be out here crying with the cows you should be in bed under an insane amount of blankets with us tending to your needs and eating soup and drinking water and -“ There it was, the typical Cyrus rambling. For a moment he was scared his nerves wouldn’t catch up.
Everything that Cyrus thought his life would be was now in shambles but maybe that was a good thing. His father was dead to him, there was no more need to protect him or try and hold onto a relationship that died alongside his mother. There was no need to keep up with shady dealings and all the bullshit he got himself into. Now Cyrus could start to live the life he wanted, he could fight for what mattered to him. He could try to be happy. Loire was the center of all that. Not only was she his best friend but she was the love of his life, she was the only girl he had ever had eyes for and it was her or nothing. Cyrus was okay with that for a while but now, now he was going to fight. If the only thing standing between them was this magic of hers then they would get through it together.
Cyrus watched as Loire stood and pulled out her wand, a grin spreading across her face. “That’s my girl.” He knew she didn’t feel good, he knew she was scared but he needed her to try and it appeared as if she was willing. Good. “All the best people are right? Come on Loire no more stalling.”
His wand was outstretched before him as he waited, watching what she would do next. The last thing on his list of possibilities was sneezing. It made 6 different speeding projectiles come from the tip of her wand. It caught Cyrus off guard sure but he was still able to easily handle them, a swirl of fire dancing from the end of his wand and lashing around in the air, turning the icicles to water before they hit him. Loire was the DADA professor sure but she wasn’t the only one who was skilled, Cyrus lived that life out in reality. He fought more than once to save his own life and against much worse spells than ice.
Cyrus paused for a moment to make sure she was done before approaching Loire, pushing her arm down gently before pocketing his own wand. His hand moved to her face to brush away some of the hair that was stuck to her cheek from her tears. “Don’t run away from me anymore.” It was rare for him to have confidence like this, maybe it was something about the impressive skills he just displayed or maybe it was simply the fact that for once he felt like things could turn out okay. “Don’t hide. Don’t be scared. Don’t marry Hunter.” The last part came out without thinking, but fuck he meant it. “And please for the love of god admit your sick so we can get you on the mend. You shouldn’t be out here crying with the cows you should be in bed under an insane amount of blankets with us tending to your needs and eating soup and drinking water and -“ There it was, the typical Cyrus rambling. For a moment he was scared his nerves wouldn’t catch up.