#valcy

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He sensed her presence before Icy emerged from the shadows. A certain coldness always preceded her. Subtle, but clearly noticeable.

"I wanted to apologize for being so... cold," she said with a fake smile. "I would have knocked, but you know..."

Just like on Andros, the cavernous system that served as Valtor's hideout in Magix had no doors or other luxuries. Valtor secured his chambers with spells. Spells that didn't stop Icy. Simply because they weren’t supposed to. He had hoped she would come back to him sooner or later.

"We were both a bit standoffish," Valtor admitted, trying to sound sincere. His gaze was fixed on the water stars that he was levitating before him. "This situation isn't easy for either of us. You've lost your sisters, I've lost valuable allies."

"Allies," Icy repeated slowly, savoring each syllable. "Are they really?"

Valtor turned his gaze away from the water stars and studied her. Icy. Cold perfection. Blue eyes, long silver hair, a porcelain complexion, a slim but feminine figure, and... two undone buttons on her blouse that allowed a deep glimpse of her cleavage without revealing too much, but enough to play into a man’s fantasies.

Valtor felt something stirring within him. Icy knew him better than she thought. Her sapphire gaze lingered on him as she continued. "There can only be one reason why you want Darcy and Stormy back."

He raised an eyebrow.

Icy continued. "There's more."

Valtor studied her warily.

She had to play this carefully, play it smartly. Play it in a way that wouldn't make Valtor suspicious. He shouldn't think she was eavesdropping, which she was.

Icy strolled across the room with a deliberately casual air, trying not to let her nervousness show. Valtor, however, only noticed her provocative hip swing.

"So?" Valtor asked.

"They must be more valuable than mere subordinates, otherwise you wouldn't be trying so desperately to bring them back."

Valtor's eyes narrowed. What did Icy really know? If she had even the slightest clue, his entire plan would be in jeopardy. But there was no emotion in her white face, nothing that could have helped him read her. So he said dangerously calmly, "Go on."

"You said you knew our mother." Icy blurted out the word. "She'd been sick my whole life, barely able to retain any magic. The doctors said it was an illness since birth, but I never believed that. You would never have been interested in her if she'd been some weak witch."

Valtor nodded. "That's correct." He hadn't expected this change of direction. He was curious why Icy had brought Malicia into the picture. With an interested look, he encouraged her to continue.

Icy had a bad feeling when she saw Valtor's attentive expression. She swallowed, turned away from his cold, gray eyes. She felt his gaze on the back of her neck, and a shiver ran down her spine. If only that damned son of a bitch weren't so damn attractive.

To hide her nervousness, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued matter-of-factly. "She was never married, and she stubbornly kept it a secret from us..." she paused, uncomfortable speaking her thoughts, considering what she and Valtor had already done.

"What did she keep from you?"

She looked him straight in the eyes, bracing herself for an unpleasant truth. "Valtor, are you our father? Is that why Darcy and Stormy are so important to you? Because they're... also... your children?"

Merry Christmas everyone!

Hi! I have to say that I am not big on that ship so this is running as far out in the periphery as it was possible while I tried to keep it somewhat on topic with the vibe of the song. However, I did want to try something new and I liked the idea I got so I did my best. I hope that’s okay with you, too.

It was no coincidence they had met in the ice. Ice was unforgiving, unrelenting. Its hold on everything it touched was lasting and what it released was already destroyed, drained of life and just a fragile shell of what it had once been. Ice was a void full of cold. It was why it made up their hearts. It was why it was in their eyes.

He was all ice but everyone else was blinded to that fact by his flames. That Dragon Fire he had was misleading but even the color of his magic spoke the truth to those who wouldn’t be stupid enough to get fooled by the notion that his flames had to burn hot simply because they were fire, to her and her only as she was the only one who saw it. The blue of his power was the blue of ice, not the blue of a flame that was too hot to remain naturally colored in orange. The only natural thing about him was the cold of a corpse.

His ambition matched hers, keeping his life suspended in its icy hold. There wasn’t room for anything else besides the power that was his ultimate goal. There wasn’t room for anything else but her when she shared the same passion and had a razor focus sharp like an icicle and matching his. Nothing else could survive the cold depths of his being just like no one else could survive the touch of her magic. They were like two icebergs pressing into each other and grinding everything between them to dust while they remained untouched, not a fissure or even the smallest of cracks on their bodies, their hardness persisting like they were immortal.

She was pretty sure they were. There was the same rage flaming in him that she harbored, too. It left them cold to any other emotions and made them look ancient with its intensity. So much ice was hard to accumulate in a single lifetime, yet she had it, piercing through her soul in angry shards. He had it, too, and the burn of his frost was something she could lose herself into. It was intoxicating and coming in a rush while never threatened to run out. He was a living menace but that was not a danger that treaded anywhere near him. He was nothing like those boys that barely flickered with anger and thought they were the sun when they were just a few moments short of burning out like a simple match. He’d spent years of his life running just on the cold of his feelings and he’d only gotten more of that instead of losing his touch. It was no wonder she wanted him closer than she’d wanted anyone.

The frost had held him until she’d come to find him. Now it was his turn to hold her in the castle of cold that he was, his heart the perfect throne for her to sit on when it tried to suck out her body warmth but she had none. They may have gotten out of Omega, but she was never coming out of the ice. Why would she when it was an endless kingdom for the endless rage of her soul that she’d finally found somebody to match?

  All Icy needed was to retrieve some of the old books for the spells. After all, the magic of the realms might have been returned, but the books and scrolls they’d stolen were still safely hidden in the last base. Plus she’d figured out what Valtor had kept some of the more prized ones in a hidden chamber. So that’s where she stood now, collecting some of the dusty books that were the most relative to their latest scheme. Maybe they should come back here though…

   There’s so much power contained within these pages that if I tried to absorb it all, I’d surely implode and tear a hole in the fabric of time. The voice is loud and clear and the witch drops the books, whirling around as blue eyes dart around the area. But she is alone in the hideout. “Whatever.” She shakes her head, bending down to grab the books. Valtor is long dead and gone, no need to look at the past now. 

   Good. That’s my girl. Eyes widen and she finds herself on her knees, clutching her ears to block out his voice surrounding her. “Stop! STOP IT!” But she can still hear that gentle laugh he had given her before ringing in her ears despite her efforts to ignore it. Fingernails dig into white hair, trying to ignore the memories that were suddenly surging forwards.

  You and us? We’re over! And even though she’d said it, acting like it was for her, she knew the truth. It was for her sisters sake’s that she’d done that, not her own. That look in his eyes, the rage but still that desperate hope. She’d killed before, directly and indirectly but that was the only one that haunted her. Because her heart had been there, invested in it and she’d shredded her own heart, killed him, for the sake of her sisters. She’d do it again but it didn’t make it easier.