Page 50 of This Fate That Guides Us
The protest earlier today was too crowded for me to get a chance to speak to Omen. She was entirely in her element, trapped behind her lens as she captured the heightened emotions of the crowd. I can’t fault her for not realizing we were following her all day, not when I tend to get just as lost in my own creative outlet.
Stars glitter faintly above me. Still too drowned out by the nearby city to truly shine. It’s a beautiful depiction of how I feel right now. Outshined by the stunning omega who is constantly pulling us into her orbit.
I stare up at the dark sky, warmed by the small bonfire Nebula had built for me when I came out here to write an hour ago. The flames dance with the darkness. A slow, sensual twist of the hips hinting at the rhythmic meeting of bodies. Long hair brushing against your skin. The silken feel of it adds to the eroticism of the moment.
I grab my pencil and notebook, putting to paper the words demanding freedom from the confines of my heart.
This Fate that guides us
Across space and time
Reminds me you are meant to be mine
(One day you’ll be mine)
There’s no expiration date
No moment in time I could ever walk away
And leave you behind
I would wait a thousand lifetimes
Just to speak your name from my tongue
Your existence alters me
Rewrites my brain chemistry
One hit of your scent and I am blind
My world narrowed to the taste
Of my scent on your skin
I come alive between your thighs
Your body it beckons me
One day you will be mine
(Please say you’ll be mine)
The music comes to life with each letter I press to the page. The melody fills my soul, begging me to release it into the world. Rustling through my things, I find a blank composition sheet and let the notes flow.
I can feel the vibration of my chest as I hum along to the beat, adding to my captivation. Nothing exists but me and this music.
The urgency ebbs, the words cease to flow. I stare down at my creation and can’t help but to smile knowing this is the first of many tributes to my heart’s desire. I reach for my acoustic guitar, laying the music sheet to the side, but still within reach in case I need to make notes or changes. This is only the baseline for the full song it could eventually become. While I write the majority of our band's music, each of my mates adds their own touches as we put the pieces together.
Titan especially takes creative control over the drum portions of all our songs. He has to be comfortable with the work he has to put in to perform a song. To feel the rhythm in his soul deeply enough to get lost on stage.
My eyes flutter closed as my fingers move across the strings. The sound of my voice fills the space. It doesn’t hold the same weight Nexus’ would if he was singing, but I try my best to put all of our growing feelings for Omen into every word. The peacewe feel in her presence. The light she brings to our world. The passion she ignites in each of us with a simple glance.
Omen Powell is meant to be ours. I can’t explain how I know she’s Fated to become part of our pack, not with words. My soul recognizes hers and that’s enough evidence for me.
“You have a beautiful voice.”
I startle at the sound of her voice. My fingers jarring the strings of my guitar and my eyes pop open. I almost get lost in those icy blues. Trapped in the arctic waves crashing around me. Her sunshine and wildflower scent settles against me soothing my exhausted mind.
