"Big bro, Soren," Marryanne called from beside Soren as Soren, who was talking to Elias, looked at the little girl beside him, "shouldn't big bro Cyrus rest more?"
"Yeah, but the chuwawa don't listen," Soren sighed.
Elias smiled, "it's all right he could get plenty of rest in the carriage."
"I guess…" Sorb sighed helplessly.
"Marryanne?" Elias glanced towards the green eyed little girl.
Marryanne looked at him, "Yes?"
"Remember to drink plenty of water or you would get indigestion," Elias reminds her, "as I have heard from Soren that you have problems with indigestion."
"Alright." Marryanne felt a bit embarrassed. Yes, in the past she had trouble with indigestion. She didn't know if it was because of not consuming enough water or her sniffing habit.
At the other side of the room. Cyrus Sara on the couch with the twins sitting beside him. He was annoyed that the twins wouldn't let him go.
"Big bro, Cyrus." Ray sniffed.
"I thought you had joined the afterlife." Jay joined in.
Cyrus was trying to peel these two troublemakers off of him. He sighed and gave up on trying to free himself from the children's grasp.
"You wish…" Cyrus huffed, annoyed.
Cyrus just sat there, sandwiched by identical ten year olds. He looked over at Soren. He remembers faintly what he had said while being high on medicine. Really faint things that he doesn't remember. But remembers himself curling on Soren's chest. His face heats up at the memory. But he pushed his blush down and looked away from him, closing his eyes then re-opening them looking down. Thankfully Soren didn't bring that up.
He thought that he was going to get mercilessly teased by Soren. But he was sort of grateful that Soren didn't talk about that after he finally could sit up without feeling pain in the chest. Though it was still embarrassing that on the very first day of getting here, he fainted in the middle of a crowded market. The worst thing was that Soren had caught him before he fainted. But his arms were warm, though the scrutiny of the villagers was too much.
Even when Cyrus was in pain he saw the villagers looking at them as if they were trying to figure out the relationship they had in them. That is quite annoying to Cyrus. Soren and Cyrus don't have that kind of relationship. They are friends at least and rivals at best. He had tried to surpass Soren at everything. Academic results, magic, chores. Everything, even he tried to get friendly with the kids but his temperament got the best of him. He isn't calm and patient like Soren. He is impulsive and impatient. Picking fights even for the smallest of deeds.
"Sunshine?" Soren's voice broke him out of his deep thoughts.
He looked at Soren, "what?" He said coldly though his voice lacked any bite.
"The carriage has arrived." Soren finally took the twins off of Cyrus, "let's go can't be late." Soren smiled that familiar cheerful smile.
Cyrus hates to admit it but he had missed that annoying smile.
"Alright." Cyrus rose from the couch and walked besides Soren and the twins. As they reached the carriage. Marryanne was already in the carriage. Soren let the twins climb on the carriage first and then looked at Cyrus.
His smile softened. He was terrified when Cyrus had fallen ill with the same disease that had plagued the orphanage. Soren thought the worst. He had forced himself to remain calm even though his mind was on war ranging from terrified to sadness and to thinking the worst. Cyrus's dark little room had witnessed the Angel Of Silvergone lose his shit. Whenever he was sure that Cyrus was asleep, he had paced the room. His mind was filled with dangerous thoughts.
Soren looked at Cyrus's green-red eyes. His chuwawa's gaze was sharp as always, "you go in first." He said as if Cyrus was a pretty lady.
That seems to have triggered Cyrus, "I'm not going in first," he scoffed, the sane scoffed that Soren had missed, "You go first, Crowface!" Cyrus hissed.
Soren chuckled a bit, "as you say, Sunshine." He got into the carriage and held out his hand for Cyrus.
Cyrus looked more annoyed by that gesture. He also hates the fact that Soren had seen him vulnerable for three entire days. Cyrus pushed away Soren's hand and that made Soren chuckle more deeply. Cyrus got in without any help whatsoever. But his body was still weak as he had just recovered. He is astonished that Elias could make a healing potion in just three days. That is surprising but efficient.
As Soren was about to close the carriage door, "wait!" Everyone in the carriage glanced towards the voice. Elias came sprinting out of his house. He stopped and huffed at the carriage door.
"Yes?" Soren asked.
"Marryanne forgot her sweets she got when she was out with me searching for ingredients." Elias handed Soren a bag of sweets.
"Oh is that so?" Soren smiled, "thank you, Master Elias."
"It's no issue, my dear." Elias smiled back.
Soren nodded and he gently closed the door. The carriage started moving as the hooves of the horses thumped on the ground. the reins tightened in the coachman fist as he firmly held on to it.
Elias watched the carriage leaving as it got smaller and smaller. The slight wind whipped his hair to the side as the gentle breeze hit his handsome features. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he looked upward at the sky. The cool early morning sun reflected on his face. He looked back at the retreating back of the carriage. Some villagers passed by Elias but he his eyes fixed on the carriage as the sweet song of the birds got into his ear.
Then something in him snapped. Like a thread barely holding him. His gentle smile turned into a nasty grin as he chuckled to himself.
"We will meet again…" Elias's grin twisted into something sinister, "Soren…"