Just act normal
Piflin was stressing. If Brenan found out that Azalea was part Galra, he'd surely kill her.
Ironic how he's in love with something he hates.
But now as the boy watched the young woman sleepily drift across the room, he wondered how something so fragile could possibly be so dangerous.
I guess that's what I'm here to find out.
If Lance was right, then Piflin would have to find a way to break Azalea through the magic barrier surrounding the marketplace.
But how was he supposed to approach her about it? She told everyone on Jaspen that she was experimented on, which means she had lied about her true being.
Which also means that the truth wouldn't be easy to break from her.
I will have to admit myself first...
Piflin put on a grin and jumped up, grabbing Azalea's sweater and dragging her down.
Azalea laughed and enveloped him in a hug, overwhelming his senses with the smell of flowers.
"What's up Pif?", she asked cheerfully. Piflin handed her the invitation.
"I'm the guest of honor?", she asked, her eyes scanning over the card.
"Yes!"
His face suddenly fell. Azalea noticed, just as planned.
She picked him up and set him on the kitchen countertop.
"What's wrong, Piflin?"
"I can't go...", he whispered sadly.
"Why not, buddy?"
"Because I have a secret."
Azalea smiled gently and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm sure it's not that bad!"
Piflin took a shaky breath.
Am I really going to do this?
He looked up into Azalea's wide, gentle gaze and instantly felt better.
He trusted her.
And she had to trust him to save her life.
He closed his eyes and reopened them, tears starting to well up.
She stared at the glowing yellow in Piflin's eyes, utter shock written all over her face.
"You too...", she muttered slowly.
Piflin started to cry.
"I'm a monster, dear Azalea!"
Azalea hugged him tightly.
"Shh", she cooed, "No you aren't. You were born like that."
Piflin felt her gloved hand wrap around his.
Is...she crying?
It was true. Tears streamed from her eyes as she smiled at Piflin.
Her own eyes turned a bright yellow.
"You aren't alone", she whispered.
"We can't go to the party", Piflin said, "There's a magical barrier that prevents any creature with Galra blood from walking through it. However, I might have a spare bloodstone that will deter the barrier and allow you within it."
Azalea nodded solemnly.
"Does Brenan know about you?"
"Unfortunately. Which is why you need to have that bloodstone."
Piflin stood up, still holding the young woman's hand.
"Wait Piflin!"
He stopped and looked at her curiously. Azalea gingerly pressed her free hand against his cheek. He closed his eyes as a warmth spread down his face and around his eyes.
"Your name is Windstorm", she announced quietly.
Windstorm....
My other half is Windstorm...
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JAKE HERE WITH ANOTHER CRAPPY UPDATE
I STG MY WRITING WILL GET BETTER EVENTUALLY
MY PHONE WAS TAKEN SO I GOT A NEW ONE AND JUST DOWNLOADED WATTPAD AND NOW IM KNEE DEEP IN UPDATE REQUESTS
THE SHERLOCK FANDOM HAS AWOKEN AND THEY'RE OUT FOR BLOOD
UPDATE SOON!
If I can ever get the other ones updated -~-
ADIEU!
~JM