one drop of water at a time." To drive the point home, I took a long swig of water.
He growled.
I grinned and held out the bottle. "You're too easy kid. How goes the training?"
"I'm pretty sure that Athena is trying to kill me."
"Probably," I agreed.
"How goes your training? Get that box shaped?" He snickered at me and for a brief second, I wondered how brown would look on him. There was a pocket just waiting for him – right next to Alton.
"Training is going along fantastically, thanks. I prefer to stay outside the box and go with more distinct shapes." My hand swept toward the table in a grand gesture, showing off my misshapen lump of clay.
"Mom," he said uncertainly. "That doesn't even resemble a box."
"Yeah, let's just say that pottery isn't going to be my gift."
"The point of making boxes is to learn to control and shape your powers, Grace." The deep voice sent shivers up the back of my spine and I had to tamp down the immediate anger against my physical reaction.
"I'm aware of what the lesson is, Drew. Thank you."
I pushed Alton out of the ground and gave him a pointed look. He grabbed Dylan and ushered him toward the Bubble Field with the excuse that he wanted to see the how the bubbles would look if Dylan used his powers to freeze them. Smart kid.
Turning around, I braced myself for the onslaught of feelings. Drew looked even more beautiful here in this magical place. His hair had grown a little and was curling around his ears. It was the same golden in reverse - as always - and it took all of the power in my soul to not reach out and smooth it behind his ear.
If someone were to ask who would play Drew in a movie. I'd have to think long and hard. He was a mix. Chris Pine's eyes, Ryan Reynolds’s body (insert dreamy sigh here) and Jensen Ackle's hair and chin. Just thinking about it made me angry again.
"What do you want?" Did I sound strong? Did I look okay?
I shouldn't be thinking about what I looked like. But, I did. I know that I'd toned up considerably since I'd started training with Athena so the extra chub that I’d been carrying had left me. Since I was out of the public eye, I'd let my hair stay its indigo blue color but it was hanging past my shoulders in a riot of sweaty curls. I'm pretty sure that I didn't look okay.
"To see how you were holding up." Okay, not strong enough.
"Holding up fine, thanks. What part of 'I don't want to see you ever again' did you not understand?" The 'fight or flight' urge was so strong that I had to force my body to stand still. It was a compromise, but crossing my arms seemed to help. My legs were still ready to take off if necessary, though. The problem was that he'd probably catch me before I took three steps and wasting energy wasn't something I felt that strongly about.
"I figured that you'd had enough time to get over your hissy fit and we could talk."
Oh, so he was spoiling for a fight. "You can read my mind. What am I thinking?" Two could play and a strongly worded 'fuck you' was at the forefront of my thoughts. His social skills were in need of some serious improvement. Hissy fit, my ass.
"Do you kiss your kid with that mouth?"
"What, words never passed my lips. So you know where I stand. How about you push off and let me get back to my training?"
"Obviously you don't have the right person training you if you can't get a box," he said, gesturing at my lumpy mess on the table.
"Obviously you're an asshole who needs to leave before I ask my dog to bite your face off." Yes, it was childish but for some reason I could never keep up the witty sarcasm when he was around.
"Real grown up, Grace."
"Do you really think that pushing me when I'm still mad is a good idea? Are you looking for a fight? Because let's go. I'm all in."
Scooter - who'd taken to following me around the training compound - growled and rubbed against my legs. His warning went unheeded.
Drew's eyebrow quirked up and a slow smile spread across his lips. "Done," he said, shortly
He growled.
I grinned and held out the bottle. "You're too easy kid. How goes the training?"
"I'm pretty sure that Athena is trying to kill me."
"Probably," I agreed.
"How goes your training? Get that box shaped?" He snickered at me and for a brief second, I wondered how brown would look on him. There was a pocket just waiting for him – right next to Alton.
"Training is going along fantastically, thanks. I prefer to stay outside the box and go with more distinct shapes." My hand swept toward the table in a grand gesture, showing off my misshapen lump of clay.
"Mom," he said uncertainly. "That doesn't even resemble a box."
"Yeah, let's just say that pottery isn't going to be my gift."
"The point of making boxes is to learn to control and shape your powers, Grace." The deep voice sent shivers up the back of my spine and I had to tamp down the immediate anger against my physical reaction.
"I'm aware of what the lesson is, Drew. Thank you."
I pushed Alton out of the ground and gave him a pointed look. He grabbed Dylan and ushered him toward the Bubble Field with the excuse that he wanted to see the how the bubbles would look if Dylan used his powers to freeze them. Smart kid.
Turning around, I braced myself for the onslaught of feelings. Drew looked even more beautiful here in this magical place. His hair had grown a little and was curling around his ears. It was the same golden in reverse - as always - and it took all of the power in my soul to not reach out and smooth it behind his ear.
If someone were to ask who would play Drew in a movie. I'd have to think long and hard. He was a mix. Chris Pine's eyes, Ryan Reynolds’s body (insert dreamy sigh here) and Jensen Ackle's hair and chin. Just thinking about it made me angry again.
"What do you want?" Did I sound strong? Did I look okay?
I shouldn't be thinking about what I looked like. But, I did. I know that I'd toned up considerably since I'd started training with Athena so the extra chub that I’d been carrying had left me. Since I was out of the public eye, I'd let my hair stay its indigo blue color but it was hanging past my shoulders in a riot of sweaty curls. I'm pretty sure that I didn't look okay.
"To see how you were holding up." Okay, not strong enough.
"Holding up fine, thanks. What part of 'I don't want to see you ever again' did you not understand?" The 'fight or flight' urge was so strong that I had to force my body to stand still. It was a compromise, but crossing my arms seemed to help. My legs were still ready to take off if necessary, though. The problem was that he'd probably catch me before I took three steps and wasting energy wasn't something I felt that strongly about.
"I figured that you'd had enough time to get over your hissy fit and we could talk."
Oh, so he was spoiling for a fight. "You can read my mind. What am I thinking?" Two could play and a strongly worded 'fuck you' was at the forefront of my thoughts. His social skills were in need of some serious improvement. Hissy fit, my ass.
"Do you kiss your kid with that mouth?"
"What, words never passed my lips. So you know where I stand. How about you push off and let me get back to my training?"
"Obviously you don't have the right person training you if you can't get a box," he said, gesturing at my lumpy mess on the table.
"Obviously you're an asshole who needs to leave before I ask my dog to bite your face off." Yes, it was childish but for some reason I could never keep up the witty sarcasm when he was around.
"Real grown up, Grace."
"Do you really think that pushing me when I'm still mad is a good idea? Are you looking for a fight? Because let's go. I'm all in."
Scooter - who'd taken to following me around the training compound - growled and rubbed against my legs. His warning went unheeded.
Drew's eyebrow quirked up and a slow smile spread across his lips. "Done," he said, shortly
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