(Still not over yet...)
Everything came back to me, violently rushing past my eyes and ears and suddenly, I could feel again. I could feel his hands upon my hips, the soft earth beneath my shuddering form. I could feel the air against my sweating forehead, and I could hear once again the rain which fell in tandem all around us. It was a peaceful, quiet sound. It hummed with a resolute tempest, its frigid mist the only thing which could touch me so softly. Though I felt so suddenly cold, something quite warm and welcome was pressed softly to my lips... so softly that I wondered if it was even there at all. My eyes opened to see his closed so gently, lashes shadowing his smooth cheeks, and he was kissing me. I gasped lightly, clinging once again to his broad shoulders, clawing at the fabric there with a shred of absolute terror pressed beneath my fingernails. His hands held me softly and kindly, and as I pulled away from him roughly, his eyes opened to reveal a soft, amber glow. Scanning his features for any remaining monstrosities, I was relieved to find that there was only his handsome face. I could hear my heart pounding within my ears, and I flung my arms around his neck to pull him tightly to me.
It was just Sebastian... only Sebastian.
No longer the eyes of the devil staring directly into mine.
No longer cruel nor bloodthirsty as a rabid animal should be.
Undeniable hotness stung and burned at my eyelids, and this time I had no will to blink it away. Tears began to roll freely down my flushed cheeks, and I sobbed weakly into his shoulder, clutching at his frame and pulling weakly at his hair. His arms came warm and strong around me, and I could feel my vision clearing from the blackness.
He was here.
There could be no doubt... not when he was so sure and firm and much less formless as black, whips smoke.
Gripping his face within my hands, I pulled away to ponder his complexion. His expression held an unfamiliar kind of softness, and as I gazed into his eyes, my brows knitted with deep confusion. I stared at him pleadingly, blinking away the tears which still seemed to run asunder.
As the air settled and quieted around us, I felt the sinews and muscles in my body relaxing back into livelihood. I felt each inch of flesh melt and shake over the ground beneath me. With gentle tears, I ran my thumbs along his cheekbones, for I feared he might simply divide into the air and disappear before me. A remorseful sound left his lips. It was indistinguishable and sounded fragile, like the thinnest of glass. He thumbed away the wetness clinging as dew unto my face, and as my vision cleared into glass, I drew breath and whispered shakily... for I was fearful to disturb this strange air,
"Why didn't you take it?"
He looked at me with a dim sparkle in his eyes... as if he knew something I did not. His eyes bored into me, daringly intense and illicit. I felt a shiver dare to run across my spine, yet I willed myself back into calmness. Waiting for him so answer, I soon decided that he simply would not. My hands finally fell into tiredness from his skin, and I sighed slatternly into the thick air around us.
I dared not look into those sweet, warming eyes.
Each inhalation caught tight in my throat, miming the dangerous quiet of a forest at night, when the mice and rabbits know there is a strange wolf prowling just outside their nests and burrows.
I found I hadn't a single word to say.
Breath scarce and eyelids fluttering, I crawled up onto hands and knees, sitting myself down before him... readying myself for the heaviness which was certain to place its self upon my shoulders. I looked at him expectantly, and with the weightiest gaze I dare to say I have ever laid upon him.
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Fanfiction'His touches were petals falling to snow; ashes amongst a pile of bones that brought life to them again. He was so gentle with me, as if he feared breaking my skin if he only pushed a little harder against it. I knew that he would one day have my...
