When daylight arrived in the graveyard, Morringan paused her reading, since she had been unable to sleep at night, and stood up from his grave, putting the book back in her backpack and standing up with the bag on her back, "I need to bath, I have a spare clothe in the bottom of the bag, classes start at 8, it's in 2 hours."
He stood up after her, "Take the gravedigger house, it's not like the idiot uses, he's too scared to use it. Which is big coming from someone who's work is digging graves."
But as she began to head to it, she turned to him, "Won't you come with me?"
Eldric paused, "You want me to come?"
"I don't want you to be alone when I'm right here," she tilted her chin, calling him to come to her. "Come on, it's not like I'll bite you."
His eyes darkened and he strode towards her, "Unfortunately," he added to her amusement. "You still look pretty in the morning, even after you deprived yourself from sleeping."
"I can live without sleeping," she rolled her shoulders.
"You're partially fae, Mor, faes need sleep. You may not need it to live, but your body begs to rest, to sleep. I kept you up all night, sorry, that was inconsiderate and,"
"I would rather be kept awake all night reading with you, than be uncomfortably kept awake all night because my sister is fucking her best friend in the other room, and can't stop screaming," she shrugged.
He frowned, "Your sister dates Draven?"
Morringan physically cringed, "What? No."
"They are just... hooking up?" He gasped, as if the idea horrified him, probably because it does, since he's from a time where hooking up wasn't a thing, but seriously courting with marriage in mind was, and without touching. In a certain way, his relationship with Morringan felt like that to him.
"No, she's dating him," she scowled.
"Wait, what? Wasn't Draven her best friend?"
Sigh, "She has two. The real best friend, who's Draven, and Draven's cousin, who's also their best friend, but had always wanted to be more with Ophelia, Ronan Blackthorn."
"Draven's cousin? Is he also,"
"Nope. He's the son of Draven's mom's brother," sigh. "Draven is the firstborn and only child of Lysander Winterbourne, your last descendant before Draven, with his wife Rowena Blackthorn. Rowena was the second child, the only sibling of Rowan Blackthorn. Rowan later married Angelique Vespertine, with whom he had their only child, Ronan. Lysander, Draven's dad, died around the same time as my brother did, he is 2 years older than me, so, I was 7 and he was 9 years old when it happened. His mother was his father's mate, when he died, she's said to have gone mad, still alive but insane."
"Draven is 23 years old?" He narrowed his eyes and she nodded, sighing.
"Lia and I jumped years in school, so, we ended up in his class, I helped her out, I'm academically smarter than her, but she doesn't fall far behind me, she just lives for excitement and adrenaline and trouble, while I am more introspective than she is. Our intelligence lies in different aspects."
"He's the age I was when I died," he mumbled and she stilled. "I know you hate him, but I hope he lives more than I did. Even if just a year more."
Morringan swallowed, suddenly feeling bad for how she told him that she basically wanted to extinguish his bloodline by killing Draven, she hadn't think about his side. "Well, I ain't finding a way to kill him anytime soon, so he got some years on him. I'm not letting anyone but myself kill Draven, for all that matters."
"Not to sympathize with him, but losing his father so young and watching his mom go insane because of it, unable to rely on any of them, must have been hard to him," he ponded deprecatingly. "You lost your family at 13, and I know it was hard for you."
She sucked on her cheeks, "I won't accept that until I'm certain that they're dead. Until then, I haven't lost them for sure, the probability of that being the case is high, but there's still hope."
"That's why hope is a dangerous thing," sigh. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up for college," he said as she opened the door of the gravedigger empty house.
But for a fraction of a second, when stood there holding the door open, as he passed by her, their shoulders brushed against one another, as in, corporeally brushed, and they froze, her heart thundering.
"What the fuck?" His eyes widened.
"Did you... did you felt that?" She gasped.
When he reached for her again, trying to touch her face, his cold hand actually touched her, their widening. "How...?"
"Is it the house or is... is someone in here with,"
Before she could even finish saying that, she heard a screeching noise coming from inside the gravedigger house, not a common one but the monstrous kind. Then came an even louder screech like a screen, a threatening one towards them. When she turned to look at Eldric, he had turned ashen pale, paler than he already was, "Soul eater," he whispered.
"Soul WHA-" she began to yell, but he covered her lips with his cold hand.
"It can hurt us both," he whispered to her. "That's probably why we can touch in here," then he extended his free left hand to touch the space of the door at the entry of the gravedigger house, but there was a magical barrier there, making impossible for them to leave. "We're trapped. Don't be loud, loud noises attract it," then he released his hand from her mouth slowly.
"What... is a soul eater?" She breathed, anxious.
"It's what I suspect to have attacked your family."
Dread took over her soul, "You never told me that."
"I wasn't sure, Mor," he cupped her face, "I couldn't put you in danger, and I knew that if I told you, you would go there and be reckless enough to try getting in contact with one of those things just to get answers, and I," he clenched his jaw and pressed his forehead on hers, "I couldn't risk you like this."
Holding onto his white dress shirt that she's always seen him with, she got on the tip of her toes and leaned into him, pressing her lips against his, unable to control the urge that's been burning her soul for years. He met her halfway, kissing her back, deepening the kiss, just as hungry as she was despite the danger lurking close to them. They only paused the kiss when he noticed she was out of breath, since he doesn't... breathe anymore.
"Before... anything," she struggled, catching her breath again, she held onto his shirt and made him bend down to her, "let me fix this crime," then, using her wind magic, she buzzed his hair with it, and as the long patches of hair fell on the ground, she ate him with her eyes.