NovelEnglishRowan and Syryn slept on the same bed as couples did but the intimacy between them was lacking. The mage was awake on the third night since their departure from Coop. Rowan's arm was around his waist and the man was fast asleep, breathing deep and even.
Syryn gently ran his fingers down each rounded knuckle on Rowan's hand. He was restless and it soothed him when he touched the anti mage.
[You told me that you're just a small part of the Sage's consciousness that was left behind after his death.]
[For what purpose did the Sage leave you in the pearl?]
[Me.]
[What if you stay in my head till I die?]
[I'm not asking you to. I was just curious.]
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt[I'm frustrated because I don't know who I am. I am Syryn Nigh'hart, alchemist, healer, half-demon, and I have known Rowan Windwalker my whole life. But they are mere facts to me, like knowing that the sun is warm. I don't have an identity.]
[Like missing a limb.]
[What about the hidden memories?]
[How long until you can unlock them?]
[It's fine, I guess... I only feel this way when I'm alone with my thoughts. If you return the memories then do we lose the chance to get to the hidden parts?]
[What makes you say that?]
[I was going to ask Rowan about it but I realised that even he can't help me with the secret memories. They remain out of reach despite the time we had in the past to unravel them.]
[Can I just pretend that I'm an ordinary man without any responsibilities? I want to live a normal life and not have to deal with the crap that's getting shoved my way despite me never asking for any of it.]
[Like hell it is. I'm going to grab Levia and get out of Silisia. Then I'll forget all about it and never go back because the mers are right, I can't rule over mermen.]
[I refuse.]
[If you're asking about Drevin then yes, I am sure he will make a good king. He may be a little arrogant but he's soft inside, and smart enough to handle the unruly nobles. He doesn't share his father's ideals so that's another reason he would make a better King than his father ever did.]
[Teach me how to turn back into a snake.]
[Like this? Ah-]
Syryn began to transform into the sleek black creature he had imagined.
[I don't have hands! How am I supposed to pluck a scale?]
[Will it hurt?]
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA loud wheezing sound woke up Rowan. His sleep mussed hair fell over his eyes as the blond threw aside the blanket, ready to attack the cold slithering creature that was writhing under it.
"What the hell is going on?" Rowan asked the black serpent who was belly up on the bed, clutching a scale in its mouth and writhing with vigour.
The anti mage suspected the creature was Syryn and it was the only reason he hadn't already kicked it out of the bed. But what was he supposed to do?
[You said it wouldn't hurt!!!!]
[This is just as bad as stubbing my toe.]
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After transforming back into his human body, Syryn immediately dived under Rowan's chin and hugged the anti mage around his waist. The scale was still in his mouth feeling smooth and cold on his tongue.
The mage fearfully clenched his teeth around the scale and stuck to the anti mage like a barnacle.
"Ryn, what's wrong?"
Syryn popped out the scale that was in his mouth.
"Just a bad dream, Ro.. Let's go back to sleep."
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