“Oh, Lex. Did you tell him anything true about yourself?” So much hurting … Summer bit her lip, watching Lex try to hold herself together with darkened eyes. She led the witchgirl into a copse of trees, hoping the foliage would be enough to shield them from any prying eyes. “No, don’t answer that yet. Is Magnus still missing?”
Lex looked up to her, deep hurt in her eyes. “I know I messed up, okay? I know that very well. I’m not trying to justify anything I did, right?” She walked with Summer to a copse of trees, leaning against one of them. The witch closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Then she shook her head. “No, he was never really missing.” Her lips trembled as she continued. “This… incarnation of Loki appeared… Dalie… and he claimed Magnus as his toy or whatever sick shit, and he stayed at his apartment. He… abused…” Lex stopped talking again, she couldn’t do this. Hoping Summer would understand what she wanted to say, Lex spoke again. “Another incarnation appeared… jealous of Dalie… and he tortured Magnus… When I managed to talk to him again, he didn’t want to tell me anything, I was worried as fuck, and… then he found out I was a witch, and that was not really our best conversation. He told me everything then. I was so angry that he didn’t tell me earlier, because I could have done something…”
All that guilt… it was slowly eating her up. “I wanted to help him so bad, I went to talk to Dalie, but he cursed me. I lost my powers for seven days. I still don’t have them back, though it can’t be long anymore… Anyways, after that, I couldn’t do anything for him. I was… I am useless. I tried to talk to Magnus again, but it was all too much…” Lex was breathing incoherently now, and tears were in her eyes. She didn’t care anymore that Summer was a stranger for her. She had to get this out. All that tension, all that fear…
“He threatened me with a knife. And I- I really thought he would stab me. I won’t lie to you… maybe I simply deserved it.” she sobbed, clenching her hands into fists. “I just stood there, shocked…” the tears were running down her face now, but Lex really didn’t care anymore.
“No.” Summer spoke softly, but let her tone be a lash. She reached out for Lex’s wrist and drew the other woman close, putting an arm around her shoulder. Without her consciously being aware of it, the corresponding wing flexed and spread, cupping Lex in a greater embrace.
“Don’t take more blame than is yours already. Bad luck, your timing, yes, but don’t crush yourself under it.” She looked Lex right in the eyes, ignoring the tears. “He’ll need you, then, if he’s to cope with this. Loki is … Loki can be cruel. Some of him, anyway.”
Biting at her lip, she pulled on Lex’s pain and guilt, drawing it in, trying to lance the ache just a little bit. “There, shhh. Hold on to me. You can let it go, now.”