Of course, I didn't have the tattoos to show for it aside from my magical ones, but I'd casually mentioned wanting one to Connor, who offered to take me to his mother's tattoo artist, who was really well known.
He'd actually asked about it while we were at the hotel yesterday, which was before we realized we'd be traveling at night to the outstanding, luxurious, modern home on the mountains in the heart of Switzerland.
I wondered if Brianne would be down with getting one. We were thinking of the five of us getting matching tattoos, especially with our final semester approaching. Something that would emphasize her reign as queen over us.
The idea was something that kept simmering in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more I wished to get it done with before we were caught up in the chaotic madness that was waiting for us next semester.
With the looming threat over our heads, I knew that things weren't going to go as smoothly as we may have hoped for our final semester at Witchling Academy, but my goal and inner hope was we'd be able to prepare ourselves with this mental break.
We really needed this, especially with the added insults of the shit being written on blogs and online platforms. I never thought I'd ever encourage it, but with my permission, the Witchling blogs, website, and social media platform were officially locked out for the next three weeks.
I couldn’t care less if they bashed me for approving the holiday pause, nor did I care if they went on another platform to shit-talk and make fake rumors, but the moment a group of seniors made fake accounts of me, Brianne, and the rest of the council with the intention of starting major shit, I lost all calm in this department.
I definitely made sure that everyone knew that very group was arrested and that another group of hired professionals were about to raid through the forums, blogs, and groups that said anything vile and penalize anyone who spoke shit, like saying Leia deserved what happened to her.
If this was me from a few semesters ago, I would have ignored it as always, but Kaito called me to tell me how hard it hit Brianne after she'd found out about it. She'd broken down to her parents, which they noted had never happened with their Brianne, and it just ticked me off further.
As if Jaxsin wasn't going to do shit before I had a chance.
These individuals had to realize there were consequences for what you said out there in the open, and that was the reason why the websites and blogs were on complete shutdown. While they bitched and complained about lacking any updates and such over an obvious holiday break, others would be shitting their pants, hoping they weren't caught in the ultimate crossfire.
I didn't care if half the damn student body got warnings, deduction in points, held back, or even expelled. I was merely proving that everything had a consequence when you don't have good intentions.
Why else would they say Karma is a bitch?
The way you think lately is dark as fuck. Good.
My eyes rolled at Jaxsin’s commentary, but I didn't bother entertaining him as I kept driving along the never-ending road. I had a strong hunch that Connor would get back first, and I figured he'd work out since this place had the perfect gym.
I tried not to imagine his muscled body dripping with sweat as he lifted weights in repetitions. That only made me wonder how Brianne would look with her plump ass in short-shorts and a sports bra that accented her luscious breasts.
Biting my lip, I shifted myself just slightly in the seat to distract myself from the tightness in my pants. It was hard not to get horny at the vivid imagining of my girlfriend and boyfriend. It still felt weird acknowledging Brianne and Connor in that sense, but it felt damn good to be comfortable with our relationship.
I was going to take advantage of this vacation with us being together. We had more than enough alcohol at the house, and Connor and I decided we wanted to try a certain something we'd gotten at the dealership.
It was odd in a sense because we were just renting, but I guess the news of who we were and our affiliation to Witchling Academy gave some sort of "high class" vibe.
My plans were going to brew into fruition once we arrived back. I'm sure Connor would be down for the ride. All that remained was if Brianne was down for the break.
Bikini. Check. Beers. Check. Human lighter, aka me. Definitely check.
I smirked as Brianne stirred again and muttered, "Jax. Don't...steal my...Sailor Moon underwear."
That made me smirk as I glanced down at her once more. I swear the Universe knew how much I adored this woman. Our love for one another had to be strong as hell for us to be reincarnated and somehow be tracked by people from the past who fought hard to tear us apart.
A whole organization was after us, which was pretty fucked up, but then again, it only proved a valid point. That our existence was for far more than just a simple purpose or impact on the world.
The burning flame of our souls would have a big impact on the world one day, and I wanted to make sure we fulfilled what we were meant to achieve this time around.
Before we ascend onto the path of demigods.
For now, we had to focus on one thing at a time. Concentrate on what was ahead and attempt to recover before the final assault of challenges awaiting our arrival come Semester Eight.
I took a deep breath and let it out when that bit of anxiety tried to peek out its nasty head. I didn't have time to deal with those emotions. Not yet, anyway.
Vanquish those who dare hurt our salvation. No one will take our queen from our grasp.
Why I felt like smirking was beyond me as the brewing darkness of Jaxsin only pushed my confidence up. The exam had definitely pushed me to an edge I almost fell off of, but witnessing Leia's end cut a chord in me.
No more bullshit.
The Shadow Kingdom wasn't going to steal our salvation from us. They were an enemy that was about to feel the true wrath of our onslaught. We may be running out of time, but we would come out victorious at the end of this race.
Tightening my grip on Brianne's shoulder, I took one last glimpse at her, Luna, Elsa, and Fuwa. I then looked forward to see Connor's bike not too far ahead, which only confirmed my validation as I acknowledged the people I loved.
Slow and steady wins the race.
4
Letting Go And Advice
~BRIANNE~
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"Elsa." My hands landed on my hips as I noticed the adorable kitten coming into the room with something in her mouth. "What's in your mouth?"
She paused at my question as if caught red-handed - giving me enough time to acknowledge what exactly she'd snatched.
"Elsa! Give Jax's favorite boxers back!"
She was gone in a flash as she raced around the large room before proceeding to hide under the bed. She knew damn well I wouldn't be attempting to get her under there.
"Elsa," I groaned and shook my head. "What's with familiars having an obsession with underwear? Is this a universal thing? It has to be a universal problem. I should ask Alice. That reminds me. I hope her Christmas present comes on time. Damn shipping delays."
Reaching for my phone, I decided to message the group chat with Miya and Mia about familiars and kidnapping underwear addictions before texting Alice to check in and see if she'd be at Witchling until the end of the year.
I knew she was going to return to her universe soon, especially with the semester over. I was disappointed that we never got to do a full-on hangout day, but I was sure a time would come when we'd be able to do all those exciting things and more.