Midnight Academy. Born at midnight
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Taking my hand gently, he lightly stroked the back of my hand with his thumb. I froze in shock, afraid to even take another breath.
“Are you taking my emotions away now?” – she squeezed out, listening to her own body.
– What? No. Of course not. I just took your hand to support you. It must be difficult for you right now.
The third year student smiled humorously.
Instantly taking my hand away from him, I turned away and ruffled my feathers. All I needed right now was a guy who understood everything. I suddenly felt like I was at an appointment with a psychoanalyst, although I had no idea how they actually do all this, and not in a television show.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled. I needed to calm down and clear my head from unnecessary thoughts. After all, this guy had nothing to do with my problems, but rather was trying to help, so being angry at him made me act like an idiot.
“It’s not difficult for me,” I admitted, looking at the porch, because it turned out to be easier to talk that way. – I get used to new places pretty quickly, but the problem is that I don’t want to be here. And I don’t want to be a Midnighter either. My mother… She left now. And I can only guess where. At the same time, I don’t know what’s on her mind, will we see each other again, you know? I'm worried about her and…
Feeling other people's hands on my shoulders, I immediately tensed. I really didn’t expect Nirel to suddenly hug me and gently pull me towards her. His jacket, turtleneck and leather smelled deliciously of something woody, which made you want to run your nose over the exposed part of his neck.
He scared me. My reaction to him and his hugs scared me. The last tickling sensation in my chest also excited me at the same time, but at the same time I felt warm. In his strong hands it felt good and cozy, reliable and comfortable, as if we had already known each other for a thousand years.
I wonder how long vampires live? Here you will inadvertently believe in the transmigration of souls.
He gently stroked my back.
– Everything will be fine, Sally. Like I said, I'm sure your mom had good reasons for leaving you here. But look at it this way: you, like other students, need to develop your abilities. So do just this and by your next meeting you will be able to convince her that you have already learned everything and you have nothing to do here.
Pulling away from the guy, I looked into his emerald eyes and honestly admitted:
“I feel like a boy with a scar.”
– Pf-f-f! – he said mockingly. “You’re much cooler, believe me.” Could he do that?
A moment, and the guy was not on the bench. Turning my head, I saw him already standing on the porch of the freshman building.
– Or so? – he shouted, instantly moving to the fountain.
I even stood up from the bench, my mouth parted in amazement. I definitely saw this for the first time.
– Or so?
Now the guy stood on a thick branch of the tree closest to the bench, relaxing with one hand on the mighty trunk. All this time he moved so quickly that my eyes did not have time to catch anything at all. I stood there, hit on the head like a dust bag, sincerely admiring the abilities of others.
Abilities that brought Nirel straight to me. The last time he stopped a breath away from me – so that I felt his warm breath on my lips.
– Or so? – he whispered, looking first into my eyes, then at my lips.
– Salaman Dragon! – a commanding female voice suddenly called out to me.
Having jumped away from the brunette a good half meter, I looked at the dissatisfied one. She stood right on the porch of the freshman building and held the front door ajar.
– How long will it take to wait for you? You should have come for bed linen an hour ago!
“I’m coming,” I muttered, briefly looking at my guide. – I went. Thank you for telling me so much.
– Dragon! – they hurried me impatiently.
– In general, thank you.
As I climbed the steps to the porch, I allowed myself to turn around at the very door. Nirel continued to stand under the tree right next to the bench. His gaze was fixed on my face, which probably reflected regret and annoyance.
Not because I seem to have lost the kiss. That's exactly what I didn't want to think about right now. But because she didn’t find out anything about the “Recorder”.
When talking with Madame Pelisey, my mother asked her not to let me near this unknown thing, so that I would not suddenly find out who my father was.
But why? Why shouldn't I know this?
This was the second question she never answered.
Chapter 5. Spider webs
Someone unceremoniously touched my nose. It tickled the very tip, forcing him to twitch it to get rid of the irritant.
But it didn't work out.
That's why I opened my eyes. She opened it and saw above her, instead of a light ceiling, a bent green plant with small round eyes, a narrow slit that replaced its mouth, and limbs.
The leaves of this creature were wide, but about two-thirds of the length were occupied by elongated arches, similar to fringes or the experiment of a child who was given scissors for the first time. A kind of Frankenstein, created equally from howea and monstera.
If I saw him for the first time now, I would certainly scream in horror, waking up the entire freshman dormitory. But we met this green monster last night, when he tried with all his might to escape from his pot, scattering soil on the only work table in the room.
And on the bedside tables. They stood on either side of the table, next to the single beds. Immediately behind the table there was a large semicircular window with a wide sill, and opposite there was a wardrobe and a door.
The latter led to a common corridor. One of two on the second floor. The layout here was circular.
– Oh, sorry, sorry! I left him for two minutes, and he was already right there. He jumped onto the nightstand again,” the neighbor who returned to the room apologized, but her voice immediately changed, becoming menacing, commanding: “Come on, tidy up your appendages!”