If there was one thing Airlie had had the luxury of by losing Alistair, it was Ealasaid. She had been amazing, and helped Airlie begin to find some sort of inner peace so that she wasn't just a danger to herself and everyone around her. She taught her all the traits of the Toreador, and took her under her wing like a daughter. Which was kind of a bit of a mindfuck for her, because that could technically make Rory like a stepfather to her considering Rory and Ealasaid had a clear connection. Airlie had only found out by mistake that Rory wasn't just Eala's protector, but sleeping together and he was her Vessel too. She had walked in on them right in the middle of a very passionate tryst, whilst it had been a shock, she was happy Rory finally had someone to love again... even if neither of them would admit it was more than just a Vessel arrangement. But Ealasaid had ensured Airlie didn't remain in constant torment and it was because of that that Airlie could let Alistair touch her now without going from zero to frenzied horror in two seconds.
Feeling his touch was like a rush. It was a high mortals would get from illegal drugs, only about a hundred times more intense. There had been a time or two that she found herself wondering what it would feel like to see him again, but she had never let herself linger on it too long because it sparked a lot of pain inside. She had been lost on her own. Eala could help teach her the tools of control and peace, but she couldn't replace the gaping hole of being separate from a soul mate. Only the soul mate themselves could do that, and until they did, both would feel torment and restlessness. Was this why she hadn't hesitated in agreeing to come here with Rory and Eala? Though her hand gripped tighter around his, bone-crushingly tight and this was the moment she could snap. She was still a young childer. But instead of attacking him, she pulled him close to her and kissed him, and the intense rush more than doubled with all those old feelings in their early days coming to the surface.
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Feeling his touch was like a rush. It was a high mortals would get from illegal drugs, only about a hundred times more intense. There had been a time or two that she found herself wondering what it would feel like to see him again, but she had never let herself linger on it too long because it sparked a lot of pain inside. She had been lost on her own. Eala could help teach her the tools of control and peace, but she couldn't replace the gaping hole of being separate from a soul mate. Only the soul mate themselves could do that, and until they did, both would feel torment and restlessness. Was this why she hadn't hesitated in agreeing to come here with Rory and Eala? Though her hand gripped tighter around his, bone-crushingly tight and this was the moment she could snap. She was still a young childer. But instead of attacking him, she pulled him close to her and kissed him, and the intense rush more than doubled with all those old feelings in their early days coming to the surface.