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All her friends told her Oisin was suspicious, and to be careful on their dates.
She couldn't believe he was bad as she would watch movies with him in her tower, comfortable enough in old clothing.
She trusted him when they would walk home, hand in hand, after buying the materials they needed for wizard classes. He had pushed her to get compensation for being the elven oracle and with that money (and some of his) she could get what she needed.
But they are young and in love and Adaine’s friends assumed she was naive.
She can hear the ping-pong balls bouncing off the floor in Fabian’s home, it is all recolored now. His brilliant grin as they studied and finished a homework problem. All the romantic gestures like taking the time to get to know Aelwyn and Jawbone, or hanging out with her in Basrar’s all day as she worked there, can now be seen as the manipulations they are.
She thought she knew him when they would dance under the streetlights on the way home from work. Or when he would kiss her goodnight or make out with her in a secluded hall.
She thought he knew her, saw her intricacies. When she felt powerless or stupid he would reassure her. He knew her weaknesses and knew how to use them.
She feels naive, as she ignores the signs. He would run to his adventuring party at random hours. All the gifts and constant questions when they were together. His attentions were split, but when he was around he seemed to make up for lost time, almost to an overbearing extent.
She thought the leave she felt was magical and unique. When they would run around together, being kids. As they feel a connection through wizardry and their strained family relationships.
As it all began to culminate he would disappear for longer and come back controlling but distant. She tried to work it out, even trusted him past the Last Stand. Tried to convince him against working with Kipperlily, because she “knew” him.
That is why she thought she knew him until he sent Fabian's ship into the sky. She truly knew him then when he was hurting her like her father
She does know that even after the Ragenorok these memories will haunt her, their love tainted. Even with the rage gone from him, the mistrust will be there. Every part of it will mark her like the scars of battle. The whole time she knew he'd come back to her.
The freed Oisin continued his life without her, unable to remember most of their tumultuous relationship. She feels alone in the rubble. Tears running down her face as she saw him in town living his life recovering.
She knows he was the one that pulled her from her self-deprecation. Maybe they can try again after she picks up the pieces of the past. At least she knows, her family, the Bad Kids, are here for her. Pulling her from the rough, from under the bed like an old cardigan, calling her their favorite.