The Wicked And The Divine (Sal x Blind!Reader)

Chapter Two

Sal

It was strange at first, having someone who couldn't stare at me because they couldn't see me at all. And then to have someone that just... Didn't really care. Who even thought my face was cool. It was nice, even if his music kind of hurt my ears after a while.

When I finally thought to meet the others in the complex, I was all but deaf, but I managed to mime out that I was leaving and Larry seemed to get it. He patted my head. It was actually kind of nice. I left the room and decided to wander the apartment a bit. I guess I was just curious if it looked like mine did. I didn't realize I was being followed until she grabbed me, just stopping me from entering the kitchen.

"Don't."

(Y/N)'s voice was shaking, her hands were shaking, I wondered what could possibly scare the fire girl with no eyes. But then I looked into the corner of the dark kitchen and I saw something looking back at me. (Y/N)'s hands were tight on my left arm, probably tight enough to leave bruises, and she didn't let up until the thing vanished into the darkness and the shadows looked a little less alive.

"Oh thank God." She slid away from me, face pale, breathing deeply in what I assumed was an attempt to regain her composure. "I hate that thing. I hate it."

"You've seen it before?" I winced at my choice of words. Of course she hadn't seen it. But she just nodded and mumbled a, "Yeah." I was a little shook up myself, but if I didn't think about it until later then I could handle it easier. So I pushed it aside and turned around to march my ass out of this apartment. I could still hear Larry's radio from outside.

(Y/N) was quick on my heels, her face now it's normal color. "So, where are we going now?"

"We?" Oof, that sounded ruder than I'd intended.

"Yep. We. I'm sticking with you, boy. Us freaks gotta have each other's backs, yeah?" She grinned at me and it was almost impossible to tell that those eyes weren't really her's. "C'mon," she walked past me, reaching up to gently tug at one of my pigtails. "Let's just go up one floor at a time, yeah?" I followed her. I wondered how she'd known where my hair was.

The journey from floor to floor, door to door, took longer than I would have liked, but with (Y/N) it probably took less time than it could have. She already knew which rooms were occupied so I didn't have to waste any time knocking on the doors of empty apartments. The only really interesting thing that happened was that I finally got a chance to talk to an officer that stood guarding a room on floor four, just to the right of the elevator. So close to my own apartment. He was an absolute asshole, but I figured out enough to know that my would-be neighbor had been murdered.

(Y/N) had started tugging on me long before I was done speaking and the second I gave any leeway she had me dragged into the elevator. I didn't like that at all. I get it, I'm short, but hell if I'm going to let someone drag me off my feet for it. I wrenched myself away and started to spit some insult I would regret when I saw the frantic way she pressed the Close Door button. She was shaking again. "(Y/N)?" She practically attacked the button for floor five. "(Y/N), what's wrong."

"Wrong." She whispered. "He was wrong, he wasn't right, Sally, I could see it, he wasn't real or maybe..." She broke off into troubled mutters and I wondered if she was fully... Okay. In her head. She took a breath and reached out, her hand waving in empty air in my general direction and it hit me again that she was fully blind.