"Shadow magic is extremely dangerous, the hardest to control, and I was still struggling by the time I died, I would say I could control 68%, I wasn't in a hurry, since I foolishly thought I would still live for centuries. My mistake got me killed," he rested his elbows on his knees, hands covering his face.
"Fuck," she groaned. "There's only one person in Winterbourne with shadow magic."
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Draven?"
"That motherfucking bastard," she cursed. "He'll never help me and I'll never swallow my pride to ask him for shit. It's a dead end."
"It's okay, Mor," he said softly, but she could tell it was not fucking okay. "I had no expectations over this either way. If my descendant is as horrible as you said, I don't want you around him, not when he has shadow magic, even if you're strong as I know. You said he's a bully, that he bullied you, I don't want that bastard near you."
At the same time as his words warmed her heart, they bothered her, because he was giving up before they could even hope for the best, and she couldn't handle that, "In theory, hypothetically," she sucked on her bottom lip, "if I found someone else with shadow magic, brought them here to you together with a soul witch, if the shadow magic user, used their magic, would you get corporeal enough for me to touch you and connect you to the soul witch?"
Eldric stared at Morringan, memorizing every little detail of her features, everything, "Hypothetically, maybe that could work, but I'm not sure, since I don't know much about this. Again, to know more, you would need access to the,"
"Secret vault library of the Winterbourne," she clenched her jaw, frustrated. "Fuck, it all goes back to that motherfucking cunt. Will our problems lessen if I murder him?" She pouted, looking at Eldric, "I really want to stab him again, this time deadly."
His eyes almost popped, "Again?" He gasped.
"Oh? Hm," she swallowed, looking away, "I may have stabbed him a handful times. Back in school he would infuriate and mess with me so much, that I would snap, and for better to them and worse to me, only that bastard would be able to contain and counterattack my power," she stared down at her hands. "I would then attack and stab him. I may have liked to make him bleed a bit too much, it proved me he could be wounded, if he can be wounded, he can die. I just don't know how to kill him yet, hence why he's still alive and tormenting me."
He covered his mouth with his hand, jaw slack, "You actually stabbed him?"
Blood flushed her cheeks, "He deserved it."
"That's so violent and sexy, Mor."
His words made her skin turn strawberry red, "I like the sound of that," she flirted with him. "Speaking of sexy," opening her backpack, she took the book out of it and showed it to him. "Want me to read it for you, since you can't turn the pages?"
Again, if he was alive, he would blush the same way she was, "Is that a naughty book?"
"Mmhm," she grinned mischievously. "Filthy."
A sensual grin curled his lips, "You don't need to read that to me, to turn me on, Mor," and the honesty is his voice made her gulp. Tilting his head, he licked his lips, "Before you left, you said that I would be screwed with you if I could get corporeal, but I beg to differ," he leaned closer to her. "You are the one who would be beautifully screwed if I could get corporeal, if I could touch you and make you feel me, Mor."
"I would gladly let you screw me for life," the words left her lips before she could filter it and both were left speechless, staring at one other, eyes darkened with an untenable desire. "And I don't want to read it to you, to turn you on," she grinned, "it's to turn me on. I feel more through books than in person, and since we can't touch, reading smut with you will feel more intimate than anything to me. But it's on you, not many people,"
"Laid down, I'll lay next to you," he spoke above her and she instantly did that. "Thankfully you can see in the dark."
"I am part vampire after all," she chuckled. "What was your blood type by the way?"
He chuckled amusedly, "Negative O."
She tilted her chin up, meeting his eyes, "It's my favorite blood, it's quite rare."
"What's yours?" He asked, looking at her lips.
"Same as yours," she winked. "Were you the type of fae to fancy using your elongated canines to taste blood?"
His nostrils flared softly and he sucked on his cheeks, "Maybe. Have you ever been bitten?"
"Never," she purred. "I would let you though."
"Morringan," his eyes darkened.
Noticing his eyes still on her lips, she licked them, "It's cruel to look at me like that when I can't do anything about it, Eldric," her voice was a breath.
"Would you give me a real chance if I could ever be alive again, Morringan?" He whispered, meeting her eyes again. "Not just a date, not just a hook up, would you actually have something with me? Would you be with me? Even if I were to be in a stranger body that my soul could have reincarnated as for that to happen?"
"Yes," she didn't even think. "Of course, yes."
He swallowed, craving to be able to be alive again more than anything, craving to be with her corporeally, "Even if I were to reincarnate as a short, bald, and ugly guy?"
"You could never be ugly, Eldric," she chuckled. "Never. I know in my bones that you're bound to be hot no matter how you reincarnate."
"So, you think I'm hot?" He grinned.
"You would be hotter with a new haircut," she taunted him, unable to hold it. "Buzzed hair cut if possible, it's the recipe to make blondes hotter, and I'm not even into blondes. You're the exception. You would definitely be a walking thirsty trap with a buzzed cut."
"What if I reincarnated with black hair?" He taunted her back and she blushed hard. "Oh? Is that your preference?"
She sucked on her cheeks, "Yes."
Bitting his bottom lip softly, he looked from her lips and back to her eyes, pupils dilating until there was nothing but black water in his midnight blue seas, "Read for me, Morringan."
"Yes," she breathed overwhelmed by her desire for him, turning her dizzy eyes to the book, she went to the beginning, resting her head on her backpack. "Seraphina was fed off being handle like..."