Opposites Attract

I Can't Marry You

"I really like your John, he's a good guy, bit quiet but compared to the people we're used to everyone is," Tanzanite leant against the door frame, already dressed in her priestess robes and ready to start the ceremony whenever they were. "It's good to see Virgil again too, I've left Nikos with him so they can talk wolf stuff."

"Aww, that's nice, at least Nikos isn't at the mercy of Gordon and Alan," Selene paused to sweep another brush full of shadow across her left eyelid. "And I know John's great, obviously I like him too, since I'm marrying him and everything."

Tanzi smiled. "It's good to see you so happy, your aura is all big and shiny now, the last time I saw you it was pulled in tight and a dark, painful red. I've never met someone so prickly."

"I was having a bad time, OK. I'd been through some shit, I was still processing. You know what it's like with a prickly aura, no one comes near you if you don't want them to, it's your armour. It was my go away vibes."

"But you ended up with me anyway and I've never seen it work so quick."

Selene frowned. What the heck was she talking about? Was Tanzi getting her confused with someone else? She leant in closer to her mirror, only half listening to her friend as she balanced her elbow carefully on the dresser and swept a perfect line of black liquid liner along her lash line, flicking up in a little cat's eye.

"What happened quickly? The effectiveness of my idiot repelling aura?"

"No, dopey," Tanzi rolled her eyes. "You weren't that drunk that night."

"What night? I've got no idea what you're talking about."

"Solstice, two years ago? You joined in with my spell circle, the star wish?"

As soon as Tanzi said the words Selene knew exactly what she was referring to, the memories came rushing back like the words of a forgotten song, there at the back of your mind but unable to be conjured up until you heard it again.

Oh…crap! Her brain skidded to a halt, her heart pounding in her chest. Oh fuck… Oh no.

"Sel? Are you alright? Do you feel okay? Do I need to get someone for you?"

Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck! Selene wrung her hands together, catching the ring on her finger where very soon another was supposed to join it.

"FUCK!"

What was she going to do? She had to tell him. She couldn't keep it from him, he had rights. He deserved to know. Gods, this could ruin everything.

She dropped her head into her hands. She'd known it was too good to be true. The fates were cruel bitches, toying with her heart for her own amusement.

"I'm gonna go and get your mum…"

"No!" Selene yelped, startling herself out of her panicking spiral. She glanced at the clock, an hour and a half, that's all they had left.

"John, I need to speak to him."

"Isn't it traditional that he doesn't see you-"

"Fuck tradition! I need him, please, please go, get out." She fumbled with her phone, fingers feeling uncoordinated, like useless lumpy sausages that wouldn't obey her commands. "I have to talk to him, right now. Where is he? I have to find him."