NOVEL NEXT Chapter 47 – Fumbling to Success
Things were going unexpectedly well. Moira sent another flirtatious glance at Elana, hoping the blonde would mellow out a little. Both of them had a fiery nature, but today, it was Moira who was messing up.
Not just once, Moira had attacked Elana one way or another. She was well aware it was a mistake. Her soon-to-be girlfriend would never let a slight go easily.
Expect, Elana had… Which made Moira feel like shit. She couldn’t get herself to apologise. And it made her feel even worse. Her pride was getting in the way of fucking Elana, and it was annoying.
But how could Moira not mess up? Elana had been about to pop the question about their relationships, and she had panicked!
Moira froze. Wasn’t Elana preparing to speak again? She felt her heart skip a beat. The way her love flicked away a stray lock of hair, the way she gave a blinding, self-assured smile, the way Elana raised her chin to announce…
Moira held her breath. This time, she wouldn’t ruin the moment. Her mind raced through the possible reactions she could use and settled on a passionate kiss.
Any moment now, Elana would speak. There. Moira leaned forward, ready to pounce. Elana had been saying something unimportant for a while now. But Moira could tell the blonde was now about to announce something huge.
“You are a saintess - destined to lead this kingdom's people towards their glory and the Godesses’s will on earth.”
When the words entered Moira’s ears, she was already mid-jump, ready to yell ‘Yes’. Instead of locking their lips, Moira landed unsightly on the blanket, serving as their protection against the grass. “What the hell!” She was back on her feet the very next moment.
“What I said.” Elana solemnly nodded. “You are a saintess.”
“Like I give a flying fuck!” Moira screamed to let out her frustration. “Where is the confession!?”
The question earned a glare from Elana. “You ruined it, so I moved this revelation up before trying again. And you repeated the mistake just now.” She helpfully explained.
“Th-that’s…” Moira collapsed back on the blanket in a miserable ball. “Oh, no… I ruined it.”
“You did.” Elna nodded along. “And you know what that means.”
“Fuck!” Moira punched the ground. “I won’t ever live this down! Okay, spit it out.”
Elana tilted her head. “Whatever do you mean?”
“The confession.” Moira gesticulated, too agitated to sit calmly. “Give it to me.”
Another moment later, there was still silence. Elana studied Moira with great curiosity. “No.”
“Oh, you bitch!” Moira wanted to punch the other woman… Or kiss… Both - in equal measure. “What is it this time? Are you gonna taunt me? Make fun of me? What is it?”
“Well, for one,” Elana neatly folded her arms in front of her. “I want you to consider the revelation of your origins.”
“Who cares!” Moira threw her hands in the air, and then it clicked. “Wait, saintess? Is that important? I don’t think it is more important than our relationships.” The last word made Elana wince. “What?”
“Nothing,” Elana replied. “Just… I don’t… Okay. Since we are being honest… I am still worried about our… bond… and what it could mean in the long run.” She shook her head. “My insecurities aside-”
Moira wanted to hear more. Elana never spoke about her ‘insecurities’. The woman was made of steel. Moira couldn’t even believe there was a hesitant side to Elana. Well, she knew there was. She just hadn’t expected the other woman to admit it.
“-there will be another moment a bit later.” Elana continued. “You can expect me to attempt the big step - huge for me - then.”
This was maddening! Moira wanted to clarify their relationship status now! She wanted Elana to be her girlfriend already! She forced herself to calm down.
There was another option. Moira could just do it herself. Elana wouldn’t say no. She was sure of it.
Somehow, Elana noticed. “Don’t do it. I’ll be very disappointed in you if you do.” She cleared her throat. “As I was saying…”
Elana began telling a tale. Something about a game and how they were in a world that was extremely close to that of the games. Elana told her about the backstory of the heroine and how she was supposed to shape the world.
Then followed the speculations of what it could mean and how Elana planned to change their destiny. At least this part Moira found romantic. It was clear - her love had considered everything as if they were dating at that point.
Otherwise, it was all so confusing. Moira tried to wrap her head around all the implications and failed. “This is too much.” She finally shook her head.
“It is.” Elana agreed. “I have been struggling-’’
“Fucking.” Moira corrected under her breath, knowing Elana had not been sitting still. Just that her love’s attention had been on pleasure instead of any kind of research.
“Struggling,” Elana emphasised. “And since we are about to become something more, I decided to reveal these secrets to you.”
Moira doubted that was all. Elana probably had kept some of the stuff to herself. “I don’t know what to do with this information. I will need to think about it.”
“Of course.” Elana glanced to the side. “There is another thing…”
Moira followed Elana’s glance and looked at the old, abandoned church. “Does it have to do with the whole ‘Saintess’ business?” She guessed.
The spot had been scenic, with the nearby river, thick tree line and trimmed grass. The dilapidated church had given the place a mysterious, remote feeling.
“Yes. Now come.” Elana rose and offered her hand, which Moira happily took.
“And it will be romantic?”
“...” Elana sighed. “I do find it adorable how you are focusing on our… connection. But this does concern our future. So focus a little.”
“No promises.” Moira squeezed Elana’s hand.
This… This was the first time they held them, and it felt fantastic. Moira made a dopey smile. This was a good day, no matter what.
