Fire and Ice

Ice

Sunlight was bothersome. Stinging the skin, impairing the vision. Essek had always hates the sunlight, feeling he could be far more efficient were it just darker. But recently he'd come to find a love for at least one of it it's effects. In the early morning when the sun just began to rise, the light would come through the window and dance fire into Caleb's hair. This was Essek's favorite part of the day. He sometimes would wonder to himself how he came to be here. The Shadowhand of Xhorhas, emissary of the Bright Queen. Cold, calculated, unattached. Was he the same person he used to be? Here in this room waiting for the sun to stream through his love's beautiful hair? Admiring something for nothing more than the simple beauty of it? Caleb had changed him, or rather, Caleb was the fire that allowed him to change himself. Tempered and refined in that fire, it made him better, or at least that is what he hopes. "He will be waking soon." Essek thought to himself. He could tell a nightmare was starting, these happened almost nightly and he'd learned the tells. Gripping the blanket, faster breathing, and a slight glow from Caleb's scars were all signs one was coming on, and he had begun all three.