Relax, My Beloved // [Martigo] {Blitz}

Winter was an interesting time of the year, at least in the Moreno house. This winter particularly, things had started to unravel between all of us kids. There was growing tension within our walls, the building of fire in our hearts. Not to say that there isn't a fire. It rages on a daily basis, burning down the bonds of family and searing into our flesh to remind us that we're here to fight. It's been strange, aging in this house now. It's been strange because I don't know what I am supposed to lean on, anyone I am supposed to call family. I am just a child brought to battle. I don't know exactly where I belong.

Elspeth is spitting brimstone throughout the house, as per usual. I grow tired of her moods. Despite the cold, I find myself grabbing my coat and shoving on my boots, not even bothering to lace them up. The wind is frigid when I open the door and slam it shut, leaning against the wood for a moment and breathing in. I would like to escape and find comfort, but it is hard to find in this town. I found it a short while ago and then I lost it and I don't know where it she is. I sigh against the wall of cold before spinning around, my eyes going wide at the sight I am met with.

"V-Ver?"

It's strange how the world works. You could want something so badly and never have it, or not want something at all and receive it. The timing of the world is far too coincidental, far too perfect. It turns and twists and pulls everyone by their red strings and matches them up at the times and placed that make the biggest effect, but it cannot be that simple. There cannot be such a perfect spinning world to allow me to see Vertigo Rex in the moment I think about her, in the moment I wish to see her face again. Yet here I am, walking down the little path to the gate of the house, where she stands, looking radiant as ever.

Surprised to see her? She can't even imagine. I can still hear Elspeth raging from inside the house, loud banging noises accompanying her attack on whichever helpless sibling she chose, yet I cannot care. My feet care my forward to where Ver stands, a small grin growing on my face until I manage to trip altogether, falling into the snow as one of my boots falls off. I grumble, snow filling my mouth before I sit up. Ah yes, ever smooth, Marshall. My face is flushed as I pull my boot on again and tie them up, hands working quickly to tug myself together before standing again. I can feel my cheeks light up more as I see her face again, my mouth stammering for words to fill the gap.

"I suppose you could say that... Yes. Surprised but... not displeased."

The weather is cruel, all frozen white wasteland and icy cold wind. Everything is chilled, including myself and surely including Ver. It's bitter as the end out here and it would be stupid to stay out for long. A walk. A walk, however, I can do, because a little whisper in my ear is growing into a scream, telling me to take fate wholeheartedly and leap the divide. This isn't how real life works, no, not at all. This isn't real life, then. Surely not. But she is there and pretty and my heart pounds and it feels real enough so I do what the voice tells me and leap. Literally.

I push myself over the fence, landing with a crunching of snow on the other side just a few feet in front of Ver. The gate lock is practically frozen shut. It was no use to ever try and open it manually. Jumping over was much easier. And maybe I want to be tougher in front of her, the girl I've heard goes for bad boys but once went for me and I don't want her to walk away so easily. With a small, nervous smile, I gesture to both sides of us.

"Which way, m'lady?"