Conjured Lovers
This isn’t happening, she thought again, what the hell is happening? Hazel didn’t jump quiet as high this time when he answered her unspoken question.
“You freed us.” He said simply, his golden gaze filling with some of the confusion that she felt. “You said the ancient words, invoking the magic that freed us. Surly you must know what you did.”
Hazel just shook her head, trying to wrap her muddled brain around what he was saying. There was a sudden anger in his face that had her taking a hasty step back.
“Not just us.” The stranger said as if the thought had just occurred to him, “You freed Eidolon as well.”
“Eid…Eido…What now?”
“A terrible creature, a monster so evil we had to lock ourselves away in the same cage just to trap him…and you freed us. You freed us all.” He stared at her now with hard, burning eyes. Her stomach dropped at his words.
“Oh, um. Oh.” She stuttered, searching for the right thing to say, the right words.
“There are no right words! You may have just doomed us all!” he said the words softly but vehemently.
“Hey, you just stay out of my head, okay? That’s mine, and mine alone.” Hazel shot back, but he just threw up his hands before running one set of long fingers through his thick jet black hair, leaving it mussed as if he had just tumbled out of bed. The thought had heat spearing through her, and when he turned back there was an answering heat in his own golden eyed gaze.
“Uh, let’s just…go downstairs. Yes, yep, let’s move away from the bedroom, especially the bed, or even thoughts of beds. Yes, let’s just…” Hazel trailed off, aware that she was rambling, took one look at his face, and turned around heading for the stairs and the relative safety of the kitchen. Yes, that would be nice and safe.
She got there only to find another figure, just as handsome, just as drool worthy as the other one. Hazel couldn’t help herself from looking him up and down either, comparing the two men. His frame was leaner, not quite as heavily muscled but his strength was just as evident as he moved, gracefully, deadly, like a panther stalking its prey through a jungle canopy.
His skin was paler, rather than the tanned bronze of the other, and his face narrower, sharper somehow, but just as handsome. His eyes burned bright silver into hers and she thought she could happily drown in that look. Hazel gave herself a mental shake, trying to get a hold of herself and her wayward thoughts. She had to understand what was going on here, and drooling over these two men wasn’t helping.
Okay, Hazel, use your brain, not…other parts of your body, she reprimanded herself. The other one said Nika was making something for my headache. Then, this must be Nika.
“Actually, yes. I am Nika Florian. And you are?”
Her mouth dropped open as he turned to her, still stirring the sweet, minty smelling concoction on the stove top.
“Confused, panicking, generally about to lose it.”
“He meant your name.”
Hazel jumped as the other one, the one with golden amber eyes walked into the small kitchen, suddenly making it feel like all the air was gone, like they were using it all up and leaving her breathless and panting. It’s just because they’re so big, she tried to tell herself. Not at all because they look like gods.
“I told you already, witch. We are not gods.” He said with a small smirk.
Hazel looked them over one more time, because she just had to. Demi gods, then. A rough chuckle burst out of their mouths sending a tingling wave of warmth rushing through her. It took her a few tries, but finally she got the words out.
“My name is Hazel, Hazel Domitreu. And this is my house. And what the hell are you doing here? And. how. in. the. hell. can. you. read. my. thoughts!” Each word shot out like bullet as panic once more threatened to take her over, her voice shaking but demanding as they both just looked at her.
Finally, the one with the golden eyes heaved a great sigh before collapsing into the kitchen chair. He looked so incongruous sitting at her small table, with it’s blue and yellow floral pattern, that for a moment all she could do was stare. His words jerked her back to the matter at hand. Well, both matters at hand. And what delicious matters they were.