Against all odds [Plot / Jahangir / Closed]

Minerva sighed, the door pushing open gently. The room was dark, laden with dust and abandonment. Her mind raced back to months ago, when she'd shared her first kiss with Jahangir in this room, the uncontrollable swelling of her heart driving her inside as the door was left open.

Her mind flashed backwards to the first time she had met the unpredictable half-fanalis, the boy's reckless disregard for his own body eliciting a nostalgic chuckle from the young sorceress' mouth, her hand finding it's way to the railing. She moved her way up the stairs to the room overlooking the garden, the curtains flapping against the broken window.

The flood of memories is too much for the young girl. Her legs give out, kicking her on to the same bed that Jahan had kept her warm in. Her hands cupped her face, the tears starting to drip down her cheeks, the sticky lines of salt water falling from her cheeks into her hands. Her breaths are short, narrow, and pained. "J-Jahan..."

She sits there, slumped atop the sheets in the darkened room, finally realizing that her time with him may have come to an end.

And then there was Jahan, the type of man who never grew up and had the canny ability to disregard all amounts of his maturity with a moments glance. He was a rule breaker, a game changer and a instinctual little fool, but his own spontaneously and carefree behavior was his charm, and his downfall. He was off to visit his girlfriend, and the word was beginning to fade off in meaning because his absence in her life had left her guessing.

The boy walked with ease his head high and his crown worn brazenly and fearlessly atop his head. He walked with a royal step, and had an air of importance, it was plain old Jahan. He thought off Mine and his last time seeing her and spending any amount of time with her and it was only happy memories. Memories that he would be happy to relive.

When he thought of her he seemed oddly at peace, kind of like whenever he meditated. His worries and passions were set aside and things just became easy, simple, lovely. He longed to see her and upon seeing her house he unknowing broke into a dash. As usual he would enter through the window, remembering the history he had with the window cause Jahan to use a tad bit less force to enter. Yet and still his train his training had given him more than enough strength to crush the wood of the window seal upon his jump to the second floor.

The wood broke with a sickening "Crunckch" and Jahan sucked his teeth "Dammit". He'd pay for it though, he always did, so all was cool. Jahan deciding he couldnt really do any worse took his finger and flicked the hinges from the window, a soft "Thunk" echoing as the metal flew from its clasps. He balanced on his tippy toes across the small space of wood removing the window and letting a gentle blast of cool air in the bedroom.

Jahan let himself in, lazily pushing the window back in place without securing it, an effort which while kept the window in place left tiny cracks that caused small draft but Jahan didnt care. The room was dark and he could just barely make out Mine's body from atop her bed, and he could hear or stifled cries and smell her tears ever so lightly grace the air. The boy walked softly and quietly taking a seat politely next to Minerva and kissing her forehead in a knight-ly sort of way.

"Tell me love, Who do I need to kill?"

Minerva's crying had rendered her unable to hear the sound of Jahangir approaching, and even opening the window. It was the steady, unwavering tone of his voice that whipped her head in his direction, "Y-You're....You came back..." Her eyes gleam in a mix of joy and relief, the pale irises focusing on the boy before she suddenly throw herself at the boy, her arms wrapping around his neck and the long, flowing violet cloak spiraling around them both.

Her lips immediately found his, the soft rose of her own colliding against his as she took out two and a half months worth of anger, despair and longing out on the boy in a singular, passionate kiss. Her hands cupped his cheeks delicately, dragging him deeper and deeper into the kiss that slowly became less forceful, and softer, her body relaxing as all the tension she had bottled up was released.

She rested her head against the boy's chest, her choked sobs now of joy. "Y-you idiot. I missed you so much." She drags his face down into another kiss, holding this one for a lesser amount of time. "Don't leave me again, love." She wraps her arms around him, pulling him in tight. "Promise me that."

Jahan did nothing but kiss back as his question was rudely ignored. Maybe Minerva wasnt crying because someone hurt her, Jahan supposed she could be on the "monthly women thing". In which case the boy would feel really conflicted about his visit, but that was an entirely different story.

Jahan put those thoughts into the back of his mind and enjoyed Minerva's embrace, her touch and her smell, the hug did even more to remind him of how much he missed her.

"Y-you idiot. I missed you so much." she said, and the notion made Jahans heart skip, he could tell how important he had been to the girl despite their lingering distances.

"Don't leave me again, love." She said.

"Promise me that."She said..

Jahan at first wanted to immiediatly say yes the word began to roll off of his tongue only to be halted by his realizations. Jahan wouldnt always be home, hell it was always changing and while he had managed to stay in Reim he had an inclination to be all over the place. He felt bad because he felt like it was a promise that he couldnt give, and even more so because it was a promise he should.

Yet, he was caught in the moment, and he never really thinks about anything anyway, so Jahan just whispered a soft "Yes" and smiled kissing her on the forehead. As he did so his crown tipped down his head slightly before sliding across the boy's face and covering his eyes. If anything it would be Minerva's first time seeing Jahan with the crown, she hadnt been able to witness his metal vessel and Jahan didnt have the mind to explain why he would be wearing a crown either.