by SunnyJustice » Mon Jan 02, 2017 6:54 pm
Gavotte wasn't expecting Jen to kiss him on the lips, but he had grown to like surprises, being with her. He didn't let go of Jen as he kissed her back. "I hope your only regret is not doing that sooner," he chuckled as he absentmindedly played with her hair. Her golden blonde locks felt soft and silky in his hands.
One of these days, they would be able to spend their mornings like this. No more running from soldiers. No more fighting assassins. No more war, no more destruction. Gavotte wanted her to be the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning, and the last thing he saw when he went to sleep at night.
Lights.
Rowan had regained consciousness, but not opened his eyes. He would never open his eyes again. Despite the darkness that shrouded the entire village, though, Rowan's entire world was a dancing array of shimmering lights.
He could even see the blood dripping from the gash over his eyes. The drops of blood glistened with faint golden light before they settled on the ground, and the glow dissipated.
His entire body felt weak, but he could lift his head to see two fighting figures. He could see them so clearly, the light coming from them. One was a teenage girl who seemed to be conjuring something, though Rowan couldn't see the illusions she created. The other was the demon that had blinded him.
No. Not blinded.
Now his eyes were truly opened.
He could sense their emotions as usual, though his sixth sense was stronger than ever before. Now he could see them. They were alive, and their life shone the light he was now seeing. His field of vision now extended in all directions, not just in front of his face. Without turning his head, he could sense the light emanating from the mansion. It was just like before. Except now he wasn't seeing the artificial lights powered by electricity. He was blind to those. Now, the light he saw was coming from the lives of the survivors, gathered together in that house.
He didn't recognize either of the fighting women. Rowan needed to leave this place, in case the demon came back to finish him off. He had to follow the light.
He rose to his feet and started towards the village at a pained, horrible limp. The impact against the ruin wall had probably injured something in his spine. He wouldn't likely be able to walk properly again. But he was lucky to be alive.
And in a way, he was certain he deserved it.