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Chapter 10 - Angel Dust
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Hermione single-handedly pinched his pale skin lightly to assure herself that he was awake. She took a moment to admire him. His ethereal white skin raised other hues to greater brightness. Next to him, the gray was grayer, and the dark brown of her hair seems much darker. Even in this state, he was a canvas of sorts, both eye-catching and part of the scenery all the same. She always wondered why people never liked the pale it was never ghostly, it simply reflected light so well.
Sometimes Hermione stared at him, his face unhealthy, and his eyes blinking harshly in an attempt to stay awake each time her hair slightly brushed against the tips of his nostrils. It always brought her back to reality by the way his veins popped out and his chest heaved oxygen deeply. The way he groaned and flickered his eyes back and forth between her and the syringe in her hand.
She almost slipped up when he sneezed before brushing her hair away and securing it back with a red hair tie she had in her pocket. Hermione paused for a moment wondering how he once looked before entering this place. How did he look? Was his hair always this long? Did his eyes always look as blank and unfocused as they were now? Was his skin unblemished and perfect like every omega she had come across?
Hermione sighed and her body unconsciously untensed. After all, it was useless to think about something like that. Silver probably didn't even trust her still, not that she could blame him for it.
Again, she drifted off into her own thoughts before shaking her head and going back to her original task.
Silver constantly scrunched his nose sometimes in annoyance other times in fascination, at what? She did not know. Mindlessly, she went back to work ignoring the curious behavior he had been showing.
She winced, "sorry," a small polite apology slipping out as she colored his skin with a small red bruise to keep him awake as she whispered what she was doing to him. She needed him awake for this to work, if not he would fall farther into a black hole.
She slipped out the antidote she had created and placed the other one the doctor had made away. She glanced every few seconds back to assure that the camera could not witness her traitorous acts.
