Ominis opened his eyes.
His field of vision was bright, full of colour. When things came into focus, he gasped, and jumped backwards.
He could see.
He could not describe what he was seeing, as he had never seen before, but it was surreal, it couldn't be happening. There were colours, though he couldn't be sure which ones, there was material under his body where he lay on the ground. There were these mirror like things standing around him - and he could see himself.
He realised he had been holding in a breath since he opened his eyes and he let it out.
He held a hand out to the mirror. It was frustrating, not being able to describe what he was seeing. But it was him. That was him, in the mirror.
His eyes were startling. They were a light colour, although Ominis could not name it he did not like it. They, as he'd heard before, were his fathers eyes. He had an angular face, and he could see dots on his cheek and he wondered if they were freckles like Sebastian's.
Sebastian.
Shit.
"Ominis," came a voice. "Ominis. You were brave today."
Ominis lifted his face towards the sound of the voice but he could not find it. Only rays of light came from beyond a horizon he could not see the end of.
"Why- why can I see things?" he asked, and his voice was fearful. He was scared, it was true. He had no idea where he was, and he'd never been able to see. Why could he now?
"All imperfections are perfected here, dear."
He recognised the voice, though it was perhaps more pure in this environment - too perfect.
"Aunt Noctua?" He whispered, and the voice confirmed that.
"Yes, dear. You don't need to be scared. You can come with me now, and everything will be okay."
"Where am I?" Ominis looked down at his hands, which were almost the same colour as the room around him. They looked almost like the light.
"We're in paradise," Noctua said, and Ominis heart dropped to his stomach.
"Noctua," he whispered. "You're.. you're dead."
"Yes."
"Am I? Dead?"
"Not yet," Noctua said, and her voice almost sounded regretful of the fact. "But you can be. You just have to choose to walk towards me, or to walk back to that dungeon down there."
"Dungeon?"
"The one you came from."
Ominis tried to recall where he had come from, but he couldn't remember.
"I miss you," he told the voice, although he couldn't see his Aunt he was certain it was her. "But I don't know if I'm ready. To come with you."
"If you have to think about, you are not ready."
It was that small window where Ominis didn't know if he could join her, that brought him back to the mortal world.
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Touched
Fanfiction'To be touched by each other was to be touched by the sun and it felt warm - and to be basking in it was to be in love.' Sebastian x Y/N Ominis x Imelda Starts in 1st year then jumps to 5th year, 6th year and 7th year :)
