The Keepers' Evil

Twenty-Three: I'm not afraid to exploit that connection if i need to

Song- Revenge: xxx

"I'm not afraid to exploit that connection if I need to."

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Sight simply suffices until it's stripped from your optical axis and you realise that you did indeed need it in all aspects of living. Maybe I was slightly indebted to the idea that I had never had the gift of sight, I didn't know what I was missing. But that didn't mean that I couldn't feel it.

I would've given everything that my heart treasured, traded endless coins and jewels, sold my soul and bound my bones to whatever devil ruined Madeleine, to just settle her trepidation with more than the subtle touch of my fingertips and the throb of my heart's slow beat. I deeply craved, profoundly desired, solemnly pined, for my eyes to gain the ability to see the calming effects that the blue oceans in my pupils had over her troubles as they washed her clean of everything that Sebastian's eyes had told her was love.

I hadn't been able to unravel why my heart dragged me, kicking and screaming against my brain's restraints, into her arms. It had come suddenly, as something I had never paid attention to before, as if the lightning had struck too close, but not close enough for me to understand why. There was a power behind having her choose me, a power that every inch of my skin prickled at, but a competitive strength that hauled a smirk onto my cheeks.

Madeleine's cheek pressed firmly to my chest as I held her, effortlessly, gently, brushing the flickers of hair that lined her face back into place. The tender touch of the tips of my fingers was so humble and delicate that they could've painted the fluffy edges of the softest clouds, calming the world that I held against my heart with a pillowy ferociousness.

Sebastian's feet sent sharp shockwaves through the floorboards as he seemed to stumble towards the door opposite Madeleine and I. Though I couldn't place the event, nor the emotion, that triggered this momentous craving for her, I was confident that her relationship with Sebastian split the breezeless state of serenity that anger couldn't touch.

Her relationship with him felt like a challenge, and a challenge I needed to win.

The bubbling desire to follow Sebastian to the end of whichever emotionally perilous cliff he was running towards was slowly boiling, and the bubbles were carefully lining up inside of me as if to suffocate the calm waters until they got too hot to ignore. I could feel Madeleine's docile eyelashes batter languidly against the skin on my neck as she propped herself up slightly to find Sebastian's strange gaze, to find a gaze of pure confusion.

I could feel the conflict between the sharp pop of my inner bubbles at the touch of a girl that needed me, but the revitalised freeze of them at the eyes of a boy that didn't know who, nor what, he needed. Cruel, was my first thought. Cruel because all Madeleine wanted was for him to just make sense, cruel because he was stood at the base of the door to leave her in the middle of the night, cruel because his eyes were confused, again.

I took my wand into my fingers as Sebastian took the lock of the door into his, and for a single second before the darkness of the corridor took him away, it felt as though I could see. There was an almost life inside of my wand, the pair of eyes that I couldn't have, and it could detail emotions and feelings, tension and pain, danger and safety, but the clearer the intention and the emotion, the easier it was to paint a picture of the people around me.