Tamire pushed Tyra, his hands fidgeting as he adjusted the hood of his cloak. His heart was thudding from being embarrassed even though no one was present in the hallway.
He glanced at Tyra few times to confirm if she was really unconscious. He didn't want anyone to see his face, not her.
The entire sect was flooded with water, damaging the rooms and halls. Her powers had erupted the resting waters of the Savon river that surrounded Andoths.
.......
It was only after adjusting the blankets he realised that he had brought her to his room.
AGAIN!
He grunted. Why did he keep getting involved with her? He waited for her to wake up.
It was already midnight. Tamire sat beside the small bed still watching over Tyra. He slouched folding his arms, his eyes were tired, his body ached all over from the clash earlier in the master's quaters. He dozed for a while almost snoring when he heard Tyra whimper.
Despite her damp clothes, her body was covered in sweat. She tossed and turned, her breath quickened, sharp, shallow gasps. Like she was running from something only she could see. She let out soft whimpers which slowly turned into strangled cries.
Her nails digging into the white sheets, she tangled her limbs beneath the blankets. Her breath quickened, like she was struggling hard to breathe.
Tyra' struggle had awakened Tamire. Her skin looked pale, like she was fighting for her life. He called out her name severally to wake her up from her nightmare till she jolted upright, eyes widened and unseeing. Her heart pounding like a war drum.
Her sudden movement made him jerk. He didn't expect her to wake up in that manner. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"It was just a nightmare". His voice was low and soothing.
She stared at him teary eyed, still remembering the nightmare she had. It was strange, totally different from reality. She took in deep breaths - a way to calm her tension.
She glanced around the room, noticing it was a familiar space, she sighed deeply.
"Did you have to bring me back to this lonely space?". She said, her voice slightly higher than a whisper - low and raspy.
He scoffed. She was more annoying than the last time she was in his room.
Space?
"Why does it feel like I'm always around you at your weakest points?". He hissed.
"Like it's planned ". He muttered.
"Hey, don't get ahead of yourself. Even if you were the only man on earth, I would never beg you ".
"Likewise ". He growled.
There was silence in the room, both of them uncomfortable by each other's presence, similar to a sting. Till Tyra remembered a moment. Before falling unconscious in the hallway, she saw that Tamire's hood had fallen off his face. It wasn't clear but could slightly see his features, casted in the shadows.
She drew closer to have a glimpse of his features beneath the hood, but withdrew when he stood up immediately.
He had noticed how close they were, an opportunity for Tyra to see his face. He placed his trembling hands in his pockets, his heart thudding from almost been exposed. She had almost blown his cover, not once but twice.
"There are more concerning matters to deal with than poking your nose elsewhere". He sounded cold, more like himself.
Tyra titled her head back, her gaze sharp and annoyed.
"The elders council are discussing your fate, your powers caused quite an uproar in Andoths ".
Tyra jerked out of bed, she already had a clue of what her fate would be but she still had the chance to change it at least. She left the room in a hurry.
........
Gwaine ran towards Rachel's room, the news weighing like a thousand pounds. He had to deliver now, before it was too late.
He had eves dropped, maybe just a little. In time to hear about Tyra's dismissal from the institution. He didn't wait to hear the verdict before hurrying to tell her friends.
He didn't hesitate to knock but opened the door in a rush, panting like he had run a marathon. He stood still at the entrance, eyes widened, face flushed with shaky hands, his heart beat louder than a whisper. The words heavy to spill out. His lips trembled like words were stuck in his throat, till it clicked to him that he had stared for more than a second when she threw a pillow at him. He shut the door almost immediately.
He leaned on the wall, hitting his head repeatedly. He bit down hard on his lower lip, pressuring his closed eyes in regrets. Like he had committed a sin.
The image of Rachel in her undergarments flashed through his mind.
He regretted not knocking before entering the room.
Isadore had watched him for few seconds, agonising in his own thoughts. She folded her arms walking slowly towards him in curiosity.
"Are you okay? What did you do wrong this time?".
Gwaine stood upright. He scratched his head thinking of the right words. His eyes darted to the floor.
"I, I .... Well. I just heard the elders discussing about Tyra...".
He stuttered. His face still flushed in embarrassment. Isadore came closer, barely enough space to breathe. He avoided her gaze.
"Are we still talking about Tyra or?". She glanced at the door, her mind slowly growing in suspicion. He let out a nervous laugh.
"Well, I had had something to discuss with...". He paused at Isadore's cocked brow.
"Which is?".
Without a response, he left her. Isadore watched him as he left hurriedly, almost losing his balance. She shook her head sighing.
On entering the room, she widened her eyes. A gasp escaping her lips, she covered them almost immediately.
"What!".
She asked in a high pitch, amusement brewing at the corners of her lips.
Rachel was already furious, her face still flushed from embarrassment. She stood in a white silky sleeveless revealing gown. A transparent undergarment loosely seamed with pale pink thread - too transparent that her fair skin was visible even through dim candlelight, highlighting a blurry image of her slender figure.
Isadore let out a loud laughter reverberating through the room, mockery evident in her tone.
"It's not what you think Isadore". She stuttered, avoiding Isadore's gaze.
"Well, I wouldn't lie if I said I noticed the tension between you two these passing days. But, you both moved fast. I almost didn't believe it".
"Suit yourself".
With a low voice, Rachel said frustrated walking to the wash up area. There was no use convincing Isadore, she would taunt her for as long as she remembers.
She sighed deeply.
But one thing was clear, she wasn't going to let Gwaine have his peace.
Tension between them? It would be more like the relationship between a Master and his disciple.
Authoritative and respect.
She gritted her teeth as cold water flowed down her body.