Dandelion heart (A faeries soul sequel) Elfman and Evergreen

A story behind glasses

"Elfman...." Evergreen began but stopped and looked at him.  Sitting up from his chest, Evergreen stared down into Elfman's tanned face and truly looked at him. People say eyes are the greatest display of emotion, but that is not true. When Evergreen looked at him. She looked at everything. His lips were pinched together tightly so not a sound could come out. When she wasn't touching him, his body shook and he clutched his hands together just so he could hold something. Swallowing a huge lump in her throat, Evergreen lent down and pressed her ear just below his throat. His breathing was harsh and ragged, and not just from his pain. Evergreen felt him swallow multiple times and also felt fingers brush against the small of her back. As his fingers brushed against the warm fabric, Evergreen felt his body shiver and quake underneath hers and his breathing hitch more and more as he tried to swallow. Pushing her head back up, Evergreen felt her eyes go misty and sting so much that she lifted Elfman's head and pushed it into the crook of her neck where there was a small amount of skin visible.
You remember this Evergreen thought and pressed her face into his snowy white and slightly damp hair. You remember this so you can make sure he never has to feel or be hurt like this ever again. Gently petting his hair, Evergreen lowered her torso down so they were lying horizontal on the bed again. Drawing her legs up Evergreen straddled Elfman's broad chest and moved her face so Elfman's was no longer pressed into her neck but lying a short distance away from her own. Hovering above his face, Evergreen adjusted her glasses over his blind eyes before speaking again. 

"Elfman I need to tell you something" Evergreen said, her voice thick and quavering. "It is about your eyes". Elfman's hands twitched against the folds of the dark jacket she wore and his expression darkened and became slowly guarded. "And it is about my eyes". The air was frozen for a couple of seconds before Evergreen continued her tale.

"Not long ago; when I was about thirteen, I woke up one dark and wet morning and my beautiful ginger cat was on my bed. I picked him up like I normally did so he could help me keep warm and then...And then I looked him in his eyes. He immediately froze in my hands and turned into cold hard granite. I was so shocked that I thought it was a trick of the light, the cold dark light. But no my cat had turned into a cold, frozen statue". Evergreen's teary memory fogged eyes looked up when fingers pressed into her side deeply, and Elfman's face was pinched into a concerned frown. I'm the one that is supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around Evergreen thought and continued her story.  "I was terrified, and my mother had just died so I had no one to go to for help. I looked my cat in the eyes again and again but nothing happened. And eventually I looked so hard into his eyes, that he crumbled into dust in my hands". Evergreen was silent for a couple of seconds and looked at Elfman's shifting eyes which were trying desperately to focus on anything. "I screamed. But that I knew was a mistake as soon as I had done so. My..." Evergreen trailed off both Elfman and herself feeling a dark shroud cover the both of them. "He did not appreciate being disturbed" Evergreen deliberately said softly and felt her heart tug as Elfman's face darkened at her father's reference. A shiver of dread filled her stomach, because of my father could he fall... Less in love with me?  Evergreen thought and felt a terrible shiver run down. Biting her tongue Evergreen continued. "So I took a black rag from my closet and with that I ran out of my house before something happened. With that I ran out of my house and ran to the graveyard, through the mud and rain until I reached my mother's grave" Evergreen took a moment to still her shaking voice. "When I got there; I crouched up against her tombstone and wrapped the rag around my eyes and I stayed there for how long I don't know" Evergreen mumbled and felt a flash of relief when Elfman's fingers spread more and pressed further up her back. "I was so scared to look at any living thing that despite the cloth I pressed my face into her tomb stone. But eventually the rain stopped, and when it did the sun shone down and began to burn my wet shoulders. I though I was so alone right there, I didn't mean to do that to my cat and I did not want to do that to any other person or creature. But I was not alone. When my shoulders were well and truly burned I heard footsteps crunch against the gravel. Shivering I pressed myself more against the stone when gnarled old hands touched my own".