It looked to be a couple. They were holding hands while large wings of white that shifted to black perched out of their backs.
I couldn't really see the male figure, but the woman's figure was as clear as day - as if she wanted me to see her immaculate beauty. She had a familiarity to her frame, slim with a bit of curve at her hips. The long silky strands of her hair were silver with hints of turquoise and gold.
She wore a high-low dress that showed intriguing incantations along her legs while the white silky fabric at the back fluttered in the wind. What caught my attention was the intriguing tattoo that sat right above her cleavage on her chest. The red circle had some sort of intricate design in the middle, but I was just too far to try and make out the details.
When my eyes locked with hers, I saw the dancing emotion of amusement that flickered in those turquoise orbs. Hints of golden magic flickered through them as they held a hidden speck of wisdom and understanding.
Her lightly pink glossed lips curled up as she slowly nodded to me, and the simple gesture seemed to ignite a wave of calm within me. Could it be she was trying to tell me that everything would be okay?
I wasn't sure, but at the same time, it didn't matter. I now felt like everything would be okay. Everything would make sense in time, and somehow this woman in the distance played a role in this grand plan that would unfold in divine timing.
Finnick pulled back then to look up at me.
"How are you feeling now?"
"Better," I whispered. His pleased smile made me replicate it with my own before he released me and turned to look in the direction I'd been staring at.
"The view is just stunning. Makes me wish we were angels and could fly through the sky all the time," he said with a chuckle.
I smirked at his words as I reached out to hold his hand.
"Who said we can't fly through the sky?"
He looked my way as the wind around us picked up at my mental command, as my magic spiked at the unconscious desire to have some fun.
"Wanna fly a bit before we go home?" I suggested.
"Yes," he agreed and squeezed my hand. "Let's explore the skies together."
We soared forward with our magic, the two of us laughing and enjoying the warm breeze, fluffy clouds, and tranquil paradise all around us. Throughout the flight, I never saw the woman and her companion, but her image was embedded in my mind.
"Thank you," I quietly whispered into the air, hoping the woman would hear it.
The woman with silver hair who's delivered me a sense of calm before we enter the final storm ahead.
20
You, Me, And The Thrumming Dance Floor
~JAX~
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"Why do I have a strong feeling this ain't a normal club?" I casually voiced over the music before taking another swig of my beer while attempting not to admire Connor's attractive self.
I swear, all the alcohol I'd consumed in the last two hours was either making me horny as hell, or I was just obsessed with Connor's current attire.
He didn't wear color often, but today of all days he was wearing my favorite: a red silk shirt that was only buttoned halfway, the other half left open to show off his chiseled chest.
His silver hair was still vibrant as ever, but he'd magically added red highlights to match his current look. Adding the black pants, dress shoes, and exquisite branded belt his mother had given him for Christmas from some high-end store called Hermes, Connor was literally trying to be every woman's snack tonight.
What was intriguing was my main observation that there were no women around to try and flirt with either of us. I wasn't too sketchy about the luxurious matte black place when we'd arrived on Connor's motorcycle and the valet driver came to take his keys and complimented us on our matching outfits.
We'd honestly done it by accident. My red dress shirt had a black rose vein design along the back that matched the black fitted pants I wore with red roses on the front pockets, and I wore black shoes.
In comparison to Connor, I wore a black tie with my outfit, though I'd loosened it a bit after the third beer. My hair was left down because I wasn't going to keep it up when drinking. It would only give me a headache.
When Connor asked to go to some club, I wasn't going to deny the invitation. I'd been craving an evening off with how busy this semester has been. My original goal was to balance the workload of school, training, and council stuff accordingly while giving myself a day off once a week, but it seemed like an impossible quest to do when the weeks were counting down before graduation.
From approving policies to assisting the council and headmaster with graduation plans, there was never a dull moment of peace from the moment I woke up. If it wasn't for the morning workouts I'd been doing with Connor and a few moments in the evening to try to spend time and catch up with the others, I'd probably have lost my nerve.
I knew I'd have to force myself to take a break or I'd become a short fuse of frustration, but I worried one break would make me fall behind. Today was one of those rare gems because Connor somehow managed to get a few of the football team members to help out with the tasks I needed to get done by the evening.
How he managed to do that without me noticing really did blow my mind, but then again, with how busy I'd been, I surely could have completely missed any of the signs.
The club was not only for rich people, it was clearly for men because I hadn't seen a woman in sight. The waiters were men, the bartender was a muscled dude with a good sense of humor, and even the music had been a variation of male artists.
It felt different - in a good way - but I guess my mind was playing catch-up in acknowledging what was becoming pretty obvious.
"If it's taking you this long to figure it out, you definitely need another drink," Connor chuckled as he signaled the bartender. "Can we get one more Heineken and I'll have the same special?"
He placed money on top of the sleek black marble surface. The bartender winked in thanks as he took what had to a hundred-dollar bill.
"I thought you said it was an open bar?" I inquired.
"It is," he replied as he continued working on finishing his drink. "But when you tip well, they give you a few bonus perks in your drinks, like some magic shit that makes it so you're not hungover in the morning."
"What a miracle." I chuckled and shook my head. "I don't see how that earned one hundred bucks."
"Who knows. Maybe it'll give me the balls to dance with you," he casually stated with a shrug.
"And what's stopping you? Your cock shrivel whenever you think about grinding up with me on that open dance floor?" I inquired with a smirk.
Yup. The alcohol was going to make me into a flirting asshole.
I thought he'd get mad, but he chuckled. "You know your honesty level goes up a few notches when you're tipsy."
"I'm not close to tipsy," I voiced.
"True," he began. "You already surpassed it and are now within the realms of drunk mayhem. But then you get all sexy possessive, so I don't mind."
"Possessive? Who said I was possessive?"
"Don't need to say anything," he acknowledged. "There are signs that prove you don't like the attention I've been getting."