Ominous future

Obscuro

Elisse felt very exhausted. Isidore's training sessions were demanding. First, she practiced the Legilimens spell to examine Ominis's mind in detail. It was very difficult for both of them but necessary to eliminate the risk of damage to Ominis' psyche.

Seeing Ominis's childhood through his memories was heartbreaking. Feeling his pain caused her suffering.

Elisse could taste how Ominis perceived the world. She couldn't see the image through his memory, but she could feel all of his emotions. His other senses were supernaturally sharpened. Perception of touch, sounds and smells. How all these perceptions were sorted in his mind and individually assigned to different persons.

She often wondered how Ominis could read different situations so well without sight, but now she understood. Ominis' sight was replaced by a sense she could not explain. Kind of like a sixth sense.

When she felt him perceive her, her heart jumped out of her chest. It was inexplicable. It was as if she shone with an aura in the surrounding darkness.

Ominis felt Elisse's presence in his memories of childhood. The familiar images of his family's cruelty were accompanied by a strange new sensation. He could feel Elisse experiencing his pain and her own struggle with the spell.

He tried to keep his mind clear, to keep the memories from overwhelming both of them. But as they delved deeper, his own thoughts and feelings became more intense. The memories were like open wounds, and the spell exposed them all.

Elissa was sick when she saw how much Ominis was suffering. The cruelty of his family knew no bounds. These memories caused her anger, regret and fear. She often cried or threw up from nausea after these lessons.

Ominis knew that his memories were not easy for Elisse to bear. He could sense her strong emotions in the midst of his own suffering.

His heart ached as he felt her anger, her regret, her fear. He wanted to comfort her, to assure her that she didn't have to see all this. Yet he also knew that he needed her help.

Each memory session left them both emotionally drained, but Ominis kept pushing forward, refusing to give up.

"Ominis, please let's take a break. I need to regain my strength." Elisse begged him.

Ominis sighed and nodded. He could feel the weariness in Elisse, both physically and emotionally. He knew how difficult this process was for both of them and how much strength she had to draw upon to endure it.

"Of course," he said gently, his voice softened with concern. "We can take a break. Rest, gather your strength. We'll continue when you're ready."

They decided to go for a romantic dinner. They walked through the busy streets of Paris until they finally entered a luxurious restaurant.

They were greeted by the hostess who led them to their reserved table in the private area.
Elisse communicated with the waiter in perfect French.

She noticed Ominis looking at her hungrily. "What are you thinking, love?" she asked him with a smile, crossing her leg flirtatiously, the slit in her red dress revealing her high heeled ankles.

Ominis chuckled softly, his eyes roaming over her. "I was just thinking how beautiful you are," he said, his voice low and seductive. He reached out, gently running his fingers over the exposed part of her ankle. "And how you never cease to surprise me with your knowledge of French."

Elisse raised her eyebrows and said seductively: "Est-ce que mon français t'excite, mon amour ?"

A visible shiver ran down Ominis's spine. Her words, in that smooth and seductive tone, ignited something within him. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.