Severed Heartstrings

Refracted Tints

Everything about Javi felt... strange... disconnected... weird...

And yet, when he smiled at her, when he touched her, she felt liberated.

She'd wandered through the halls of Javi's castle many a times, as a ghost... walking through them as a human felt so much different. She could touch, feel, smell, taste, and not just look. The carpets were soft enough that Javi now liked walking barefoot on them. The curtains were light, and when a breeze flowed across from the ceiling high windows, they fluttered, and gently caressed Amelia's face, passing by, as if softly kissing her.

It was hard to believe this used to be the castle of Lord Zedd, which Javi had taken over, and remodelled. It felt so soft...

She'd walked here as a ghost, and only ever gotten the vibrations of a loved one's graveyard from every nook and cranny... had it always been this beautiful, or was this a result of the Grid slowly healing every bit of the universe from the inflictions of Javi's actions.

The way he walked beside her, she felt certain that he was healed. He didn't feel like the kind of person who would do these horrible deeds, as she'd seen. He looked and felt so... normal, so Javi .

His bedroom looked familiar though. Looking at it, Amelia felt that Javi was the same boy she had left, all those years ago. His room, even in this elegant castle, resembled closely the one he had back home— the little room on the top floor of the Garcia's house, where she had crashed more days than she had at her then boyfriend's house, be it to watch movies, or to just chill and laze around while avoiding the report they had to do together. The walls still had a pastel violet shade, which soothed her eyes, coupled with the evening sunlight, felt warm, and comfortable. There were various musical instruments around the room, and one wall was completely glassy, made of strange crystals, in which Amelia could see diffracted light, that shone beautifully across the room, like sparkles.

It sent electric impulses through her body, as she realised this was to be her room, with Javi, for who knew how much longer.

Their kiss in the woods had erupted into something intense, with the two of them breathlessly trying to grasp some part of the other, and try and feel complete ... but that been in the middle of the woods— Javi had offered to take her home instead.

" Our home?" He had asked her nervously.

"Our home" she had replied, "does that mean I'm moving in?"

The moment the door was shut, though, Amelia found Javi staring at her nervously, as if unsure of what was to do. She felt the need rising in her, and threw herself at him.

Years over years of pent up tension, emotions, and carnal desires were unleashed, at that moment.

She threw her arms around his neck, and pulled him down in a passionate kiss— he didn't even get a moment to register what was happening between them, and broke apart, gasping softly as he faced her, "Amelia"

"Javi" she closed her eyes, breathing him in. There they were, together in that moment... after everything that had separated them, here it was, as naked as it could be, the stark reality of how they had changed their own lives, and those of each other's forever. His human hand, although covered in gloves, came around her waist, wrapping, and pulling her closer towards him, her face mere inches away from his, and at that moment, she opened her eyes, and stared at his lips, as he did at her, taking a moment before diving in, unable to control themselves any longer.

Undoing her dress was a work of art. The Rafkonian ornaments came off easily enough, Javi ripped away the skirt, the velvet top was pulled out, the bra and underwear made short work of— but the bejewelled choker, with the little studs and pirate-like symbols refused to budge. It has a small hook in the back, behind her hair, and Javi had tried opening it, pushing her hair to one side, but failed, as had Amelia— he didn't want to hurt her, at such a sensitive spot, though, so they decided to let it be, and Javi— although annoyed at not being able to have all of Amelia to herself, sufficed himself with kissing her shoulder from behind, while tracing patterns on her back, as she moaned his name softly, eyes closed.