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SM/DC Chapter 133 : No More Walls
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 21:43:26 +0000 UTCBLACKWYND ESTATE – NIGHT
Rain whispered lightly against the windows, painting the glass with soft trails. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver light over the estate. Inside, everything was quiet.
Arthur Blackwynd lay in his bed shirtless, bruised, bandaged. A deep breath rose and fell in his chest. Sleep hadn’t come easy. His body ached in ways that potions, magic, or even time couldn't soothe. The weight of that power lingered in every corner of his soul.
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‘Even with this I still feel pain... that power of Ashborn was something.. Am I really not ready.. ‘ Arthur muttered to himself.
But finally, rest had begun to claim him.
Click.
The door creaked open.
Arthur’s eyes slid open immediately sharp, even half-asleep. His hand instinctively twitched toward the nightstand.
But then he saw her.
Raven stood in the doorway, barefoot, cloaked only in the soft shadows of the hall light behind her. Her violet hair was brushed over one shoulder, her robe loosely tied, eyes cast downward like she wasn’t quite sure what she was doing here.
Arthur blinked slowly, the edge of combat falling from his gaze.
“…Everything alright?” His voice was low, quiet in the dark.
She didn’t speak at first. She stepped in and shut the door behind her, resting her back against it for a moment, like she was still making up her mind. Then she looked at him.
“Can I stay here tonight?” she asked. Her voice was soft clear, but almost careful. “Just… here.”
Arthur didn’t answer immediately. He sat up slightly on one elbow, his hair tousled, his bandages shifting slightly with the movement. His brow furrowed not suspiciously, but in surprise.
“…You want to sleep here?” he asked, eyes flicking to the empty half of the bed.
Raven nodded once, and took a step closer. “I also want to talk,” she said quietly, almost anticipating the question. “Just… because I want to.”
That made him pause. His gaze held hers for a long second before something softened in his features.
“Sure, I mean…Of course,” he said.
She crossed the room in near silence, her footsteps barely audible. Arthur shifted aside, making space. The bed dipped as she climbed in delicately, almost cautiously, like the moment itself was fragile.
Neither of them spoke for a bit.
Arthur rested on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling for a beat, before he slowly turned his head toward her. She lay beside him now, her face half-lit by moonlight. Her hands were folded beneath her cheek, lashes low but not quite closed. Awake. Present.
“…It’d be kinda funny,” Arthur muttered, voice a little dry but laced with humor, “if Trigon saw us like this.”
She turned her head slowly to look at him.
“Funny?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.
He grinned a little through the bruises. “Yeah. He’d probably explode in anger.”
There was a brief silence. Then she rolled her eyes… and gently swatted his shoulder.
“He probably would,” she murmured, a small smile finding her lips. “But I’d like to think this would annoy him more than anger him.”
Arthur chuckled softly, the sound faint against the rain outside. “That makes it even better.”
Raven went quiet again. Then she shifted just a little closer, her forehead barely brushing his arm. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Arthur tilted his head to her, surprised. “This again..”
“I know I already said that but you came back for me,” she replied. “Even when everything said you shouldn’t have.”
Arthur’s voice was almost too quiet to hear. “I never really had a choice, when that Demon was about to destroy the world and all that.”
Raven’s voice broke the silence once more.
“You know,” she said, not quite looking at him, “that power you used back there…”
Arthur turned his head toward her, eyes half-lidded. “What about it?”
Raven met his gaze now. “It was darker than anything I’ve sensed from you before. But there was… something else.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “Something I couldn’t place. While it was pure darkness, there was also… light. Just a flicker, but it was there.”
Arthur blinked.
A flicker of a smile pulled at the edge of his lip. “Light...” he murmured, then glanced toward the ceiling. ‘Ashborn is… sort of a fallen angel, in a way. So it’s not that far-fetched, I suppose.’
She was quiet, waiting for him to answer and explain. But when the silence stretched on, he gently deflected with a question of his own.
“And what about you?” he asked. “That white form your magic was different. Stronger. Brighter. That happen when you finally accept both sides? The demon and the human?”
Raven gave a small nod. “It’s hard to explain. But… yes. Something clicked. I wasn’t fighting myself this time. I was just… being my true self. And I knew exactly what I needed to do. I’ve never felt so...” she paused, choosing the word carefully, “...whole. And all I could think about was protecting the people I hold dear.”
Arthur raised a brow and smirked, his tone teasing. “Ohh?”
Raven narrowed her eyes and, without a word, punched him gently on the shoulder.
Arthur winced dramatically. “Careful,” he groaned, “some of us are still bleeding internally.”
She smirked. “You’ll live.”
“But you do care don’t you,” Arthur teased, reaching over and poking her side.
She swatted his hand away. “Don’t start.”
He poked again. This time closer to her ribs.
She lunged, aiming a soft push at his chest he caught her wrist midair.
“You are in this state yet you can still be this childish,” she said, narrowing her eyes.
“Call it a Monarch’s pride, I must end everything on a win.” he replied, half-grinning.
She pushed again, trying to get him back for the poke but her balance slipped. One of her knees caught the edge of the bed, her other hand slipped on the blanket.
and then suddenly, Raven was on top of him.
Both froze.
Arthur blinked up at her, their faces inches apart. Her hair curtained around them. The rise and fall of his chest brushed against hers. The air grew still.
Raven didn’t move.
Didn’t scramble away.
Didn’t apologize.
She looked down at him for a long, quiet moment. Then, without a word, she leaned in.
Her lips touched his slow, hesitant at first, but warm. The tension between them didn’t break. It shifted towards something real and intimate.
Raven closed her eyes, letting the moment wash over her. Arthur's presence to her was electric and calm all at once.
When she finally pulled back, Arthur’s let out a breath and smiled up at her, voice dry and low.
“I guess we’re not sleeping now… are we?”
Raven narrowed her eyes playfully. “That depends. Are you going to keep making bad jokes?”
“Probably.”
She let out a quiet, almost amused breath. Then, slowly, she leaned down, her hand resting on his chest, fingers splayed over the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Her lips brushed his, featherlight, as she whispered, “Then definitely not.”
But the kiss that followed said otherwise.
It was longer this time slower, deeper. Her hand moved from his chest to the side of his face, thumb tracing the line of his jaw as she pressed her body closer. Arthur responded instinctively, his arms winding around her waist, drawing her in as if she belonged there.
Her breath hitched slightly as his fingers trailed up her spine, and she didn’t pull away.
Neither of them did.
And when she finally broke the kiss, her forehead resting gently against his, eyes searching his face, there was no hesitation in her voice only a whisper, soft and sure.
“Don’t stop.”
Arthur’s lips curled into a crooked, tired smile.
“This was your original plan all along, wasn’t it?”
Raven’s eyes sparkled something mischievous just beneath the calm.
“Maybe,” she said, her voice teasing, her smile growing as her fingers gently brushed through his hair. “I do like to be one step ahead.”
With a swift but careful motion, he grabbed her by the waist and rolled, rotating their positions until she landed softly on her back, one arm propped beside her head for balance.
His blue eyes gleamed with something wicked and amused as he looked down at her.
“You are dangerous,” he said, voice low, full of both admiration and challenge.
Raven blinked, surprised at first but then her lips curved slowly, her hands sliding up his chest as she replied, soft and amused.
“Takes one to know one.”
And then she pulled him down into another kiss. no more words were needed.
Comments
king gaming
Finally they are together and it's nice to finally see some romance again after like a literal 100 chaps
firerock laser
It's been a long wait
