The Keepers' Evil

Twenty-One: Consider yourself lucky

Song- Idea 22: Gibran Alcocer

"Consider yourself lucky I held back."

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The world spins around an eternity where the most loved features of someone are the things that are forever unspoken, kept to oneself for their own admiration. The universe's most beautiful stars are subjective to those who find light in the ones that fizzled out long ago, because there are dying lineaments that their lovers will never allow their eyes to forget. The planets are bound by cosmological rings, held by celestial arms that will forever feel empty without the interdependence on another ethereal body.

Maybe I belonged in the ocean of emptiness, the void that was dotted with stars and shimmered galaxies, maybe I belonged there because when I looked into his eyes, I saw the vulnerability jingle in his pupils like the astrological constellations depended on the love in my heart to piece together the smile that tiptoed across his cheeks when he looked at me. Our hearts were interconnected just like the wandering trichiliocosms that needed the touch of another to survive, and I wasn't sure whether mine would drift away into oblivion without the direction of his.

Loving Sebastian felt forbidden, like our ardency was hidden under the hidden cage of our ribs, forever kept away from the eyes that wished our glow to dim. Between ourselves in the safety of our hands, we stole clandestine kisses between classes, hushed whispers of forever in the brush of our hands as we walked past each other in the corridors which felt small when he was near, and stolen eye contact from across the room.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed onto mine from his seat in Professor Hecat's classroom, with a gentle smirk that was soon to follow the adoration that played in the rings of colour in his pupils. Ominis sat beside him, unaware of his distraction, as he continued to believe Sebastian was listening to the linguistics of an undoubtedly complicated subject that wouldn't hold his attention anyways.

The rosy blush in my cheeks never left, no matter how many times he studied the structure of my cheekbones and the dips of my dimples. I smiled, folding my expression down to the desk before me to notice the nervous fiddle of my fingers. Sebastian didn't make me nervous, but he offered a kind of love that did.

Keeping my relationship with Sebastian hidden wasn't so much a choice, rather a decision taken with Ominis in mind. Ominis wouldn't have minded voicing his displeasure at the prospect of Sebastian's insecure heart holding mine, because my damaged heart didn't have anywhere to go but him when Sebastian's yearning for me disappeared into the void of his guilt after Solomon's death.

I didn't think our hands minded the months of exciting negotiations of a secret love when they always seemed to find small promises in the link of our fingers in a busy crowd.

"Hey! I've been talking to you for five whole minutes!" My eyes blinked to snap back to Imelda's evidently disgruntled appearance as she crossed her arms in a way that made me blush more fiercely than Sebastian's eyes had. She raised her eyebrows as she looked to the unsettled, excitable, bumble of my thumbs around each other and the smile that lingered long after its kindred spirit's had passed.

"Sorry, Imelda, you were saying?" I flicked the distraction that Sebastian posed as away, knowing that his smirk was hitting the back of my head as he watched the result of his ability to fluster me so easily.

Imelda rolled her eyes as she sought Sebastian in her sights as if to imply that she just knew. Imelda had become a good friend, through Ominis and Sebastian of course. She was a say it how it is type friend, the type that everyone needed when they were a little stuck in the clouds of illusion.