Old Magic (Chap 4)
"Well that was a lot to process...." I say. "I'm not done." He retorts. Crap, I think, what else?
****Geveveive's P.O.V.****
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask him, wondering why he'd just said what it he said. He removes his hands from my face, electricity fading with his touch. His face was inches from mine, happy, excited even. Now it's crestfallen, and he's on the ground under the tree. His hands on his knees, face in his hands.
"I thought you were her. You look like her. You feel like her. You even smell like her."
"Holy crap, so you were sniffing me in algebra!!!"
"Look, I would have done anything for you....her..." He breathed the last word, like it pained him.
"Didn't you just say you would kill me ten minutes ago?"
"It was only code! I said it while they were watching!" He said, the words muffled by his hands and knees. I stare down at him, my face pinched in a daze of confusion from the events of today. He looked up at me and his eyes widened, as if scared, confused, surprised all at once.
I look at him, knowing I've known him longer than anyone, but know nothing about him. It's a weird feeling, and I wish It'd go away. I sit next to him, leaning against the tree and say "How could I be Gemma? How did that earth quake not even make me move? And how do I feel like I know you, even though I KNOW I've never seen you in my life?"
He looked up at me, and whispered "Witch." Like it was all I needed. What a geek. If this feeling I felt toward him wasn't there, I would so not believe any of this crap. But I felt my eyes get warm when I thought of power. Saw my skin get paler as I looked down at it, but glow a yellow-ish glow from under it.
"What?" I said my head swimming toward him, like I didn't hear him clearly or something. I grabbed his face with my hand (felt that shock) and made it come toward mine. He was half an inch from mine (super glad I brushed before AND after breakfast today), our noses were brushing against each other. "Please, tell me." I breathe against his face. He trembles, from what must have been my Gemma-Past-ness being the cause.
He takes a deep breath and says "Gemma was a witch, she lied to her cat, saying the reason she would turn herself in as a witch, die and come back, was because she was sick of her brother, and hopefully everyone she loved would still be alive. Including the cat. The truth was, she was being hunted. Not by all the other witch hunters, but by the other witches.
She was a tragedy. She was so powerful, but so stubborn, and easily jealous, and very greedy, they didn't want those things on a witch that powerful. But she was too powerful for them to stop. She escaped barely with her life once. But as she came back over and over every ten years, with a new plan for me and her little pussy cat. The cat keeps an eye on you, makes sure you end up in this town, and I ease you into remembering-if you don't remember already.
There's only been one time in the past 120 years that you didn't remember. I get how you didn't remember then, but you still had your yellow eyes. But now you have green...I don't understand."
"Well that was a lot to process...." I say.
"I'm not done." He retorts. Crap, I think, what else!?
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask him, wondering why he'd just said what it he said. He removes his hands from my face, electricity fading with his touch. His face was inches from mine, happy, excited even. Now it's crestfallen, and he's on the ground under the tree. His hands on his knees, face in his hands.
"I thought you were her. You look like her. You feel like her. You even smell like her."
"Holy crap, so you were sniffing me in algebra!!!"
"Look, I would have done anything for you....her..." He breathed the last word, like it pained him.
"Didn't you just say you would kill me ten minutes ago?"
"It was only code! I said it while they were watching!" He said, the words muffled by his hands and knees. I stare down at him, my face pinched in a daze of confusion from the events of today. He looked up at me and his eyes widened, as if scared, confused, surprised all at once.
I look at him, knowing I've known him longer than anyone, but know nothing about him. It's a weird feeling, and I wish It'd go away. I sit next to him, leaning against the tree and say "How could I be Gemma? How did that earth quake not even make me move? And how do I feel like I know you, even though I KNOW I've never seen you in my life?"
He looked up at me, and whispered "Witch." Like it was all I needed. What a geek. If this feeling I felt toward him wasn't there, I would so not believe any of this crap. But I felt my eyes get warm when I thought of power. Saw my skin get paler as I looked down at it, but glow a yellow-ish glow from under it.
"What?" I said my head swimming toward him, like I didn't hear him clearly or something. I grabbed his face with my hand (felt that shock) and made it come toward mine. He was half an inch from mine (super glad I brushed before AND after breakfast today), our noses were brushing against each other. "Please, tell me." I breathe against his face. He trembles, from what must have been my Gemma-Past-ness being the cause.
He takes a deep breath and says "Gemma was a witch, she lied to her cat, saying the reason she would turn herself in as a witch, die and come back, was because she was sick of her brother, and hopefully everyone she loved would still be alive. Including the cat. The truth was, she was being hunted. Not by all the other witch hunters, but by the other witches.
She was a tragedy. She was so powerful, but so stubborn, and easily jealous, and very greedy, they didn't want those things on a witch that powerful. But she was too powerful for them to stop. She escaped barely with her life once. But as she came back over and over every ten years, with a new plan for me and her little pussy cat. The cat keeps an eye on you, makes sure you end up in this town, and I ease you into remembering-if you don't remember already.
There's only been one time in the past 120 years that you didn't remember. I get how you didn't remember then, but you still had your yellow eyes. But now you have green...I don't understand."
"Well that was a lot to process...." I say.
"I'm not done." He retorts. Crap, I think, what else!?
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