Page 53 of Let It Snow (Eden’s Omegaverse #7)
I gaze at Summer, his pale body glistening with water, nipples peaked, cheeks flushed, eyes shining, and his aura is blooming like a flower in shades of violet, green, and pink. The lake’s water hums a gentle melody for us, and the sun smells like sunflowers.
Summer’s wet hair falls down his back in a long, glistening wave.
Then he blurts it out, "You know… this," he makes a small gesture toward his body and closes his eyes, "isn’t the whole truth about me. I told you once I’d show you my true form, but I still haven’t."
He opens his eyes wider, and they are so vulnerable, staring at me.
"I think now’s the right time. So there won’t be anything unspoken between us."
I stay quiet, just watching him. Summer rubs his cheek lightly, then adds,
"But you’ve probably already seen it in your visions."
Shrugging, I can’t help but smirk.
"The way I perceive the future is different from Moon’s.
He sees images, and has to interpret them.
I feel the flow of energy carrying hidden information about the future, but rarely with a vivid picture.
Sometimes I manage to catch a glimpse, but that’s never been the core of my ability.
I’m an energy mage, remember…" I send him a wink.
"So… anything? You didn’t have any ideas?" He tilts his head playfully.
Chuckling, I reply, "Just a shimmer of violet, not much more…"
Summer bites his lips and asks shyly, "So you’re curious?" I know this matters to him deeply. He wants me to consider him pretty; his aura brightens and glitters a bit, as if in preparation.
"I’m curious, yes. And I’m sure your true form is absolutely perfect…"
We look at each other again for a moment. There is a pleasant shift between us, an easy, sweet settling in.
"You’ll be the judge," he whispers.
Then Summer swallows and runs his fingers through his hair.
At last, we stand facing each other. Summer’s body is slender but not without soft curves.
Omegas come in all kinds of builds, some more athletic, others more delicate with broader hips.
Summer has that kind of body, seemingly fragile.
Looking at him stirs not only desire in me but also a protective instinct, even though I know he doesn’t need protection.
His power reaches much farther than mine.
I can only alter the state of what I touch, while he can do it from a distance, hundreds of feet away.
"It’s time," Summer says, his voice lifted with emotion, red flickers of excitement sparkling through his aura. "This is the true me, Snow. I was born like this."
And then he begins to change.
His skin loses its human texture and shifts to a shimmering, light violet shade, like the bloom of a wisteria tree. The surface takes on the faint pattern of scales, fish-like but without harsh, pronounced edges.
And behind him, something starts to rise.
At first, I think it’s a collar or some kind of frill, but it spreads wider and grows larger, so much larger… and I can’t look away.
Moments later, something nearly a hundred feet long floats behind him, light as a veil, what I can only call wings, though they look more like the flowing tail of a betta fish.
Unlike dragon wings, they aren’t rigid. They ripple and shimmer with gold, amethyst, and silver, moving as if Summer is already underwater, suspended in some invisible fluid, defying gravity, constantly undulating.
And they are enormous!
At first they hover in a line directly behind him, then spread wider, making him look like a colossal fish gliding in slow, graceful waves, drifting in the morning air.
His hair rises too, almost merging with the veils at his back, turning amethyst threaded with gold and silver. It swirls in the air, blending seamlessly with the movement of his glittering wings.
Only then do I decide to join him. I partially let go of the opaque chrysalis of my own body, and my skin glows with a luminous light.
My form isn’t as spectacular because I never let my chrysalis fully go, and I am not ready to stir it to its full potential, but Summer still watches me the same way I have been watching him.
"You know," he breathes. His voice has changed, higher and resonant, as if layered over itself.
"You look like you’re burning with a sun inside you.
It fits that prophecy Moon once told me.
Follow the Sun…" He tilts his head, his lifted hair swaying.
"It’s always been you. The Sun. Shining… for me."
He steps closer, and we face each other in silence.
His eyes are different now, dragon-like, the pupils narrow, the irises alive with shifting silver and gold flecks, though their colors remain.
"Do you trust me, Snow?"
"Of course, Summer. I trust you completely."
He takes another step until his scaled chest presses against my stomach. To my surprise, the scales are warm and soft, being more like a pattern than armor. He wraps his arms around me, and then we slowly rise into the air.
I take a deep breath, happiness filling me. We may be different from the rest of humanity, yet we are perfectly attuned to one another in our difference. That strangeness shared between us is a true kinship.
"My family always assumed that since I resemble a betta fish, I would swim in the sea," Summer says softly. "But I am a swimmer of the skies, Snow. I sail in the clouds. The air is my ocean."
We float upward, his wings spreading wide, refracting countless colors, many beyond human sight.
We fly higher and higher above the ground, but I feel no fear. Summer could lift entire buildings if he wanted, not just me.
"You’re extraordinary, Summer," I say, and his eyes glow at me, alien but oh so beautiful.
So I lean forward and kiss his pale amethyst lips. They are soft and warm and part easily. For a second, I think we could make love in these forms, though probably better not to do it in midair.
We’re drifting above the lake and the land visible below, in the blue brushes of the wind, the sky starts to sing for us, and the song fills us with peace.
But as we fly over my parents’ house, I catch sight of the narrow rectangle of Bay’s home, and then my gaze shifts to the opposite side of their land, where the left edge stretches along the lake. Something comes to me… an idea. A house?
My future… with Summer. Could I, maybe…?