Sid-er-eus ~ Latin
Heavenly; Starry; Star-like
Stars are holes in the universe; the light of heaven coming from the other side.
Book Two in the Solivagant Series.
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"I suggest you move quickly...And that Eleanor ceases taunting the Archangel Uriel."
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Like Sam, I was a brainiac child. The only difference was that I use to punch a kid out on the first day the second they attempted to bully me for it. Yet the one thing I never understood, could never master in my limited high school career, was art. The techniques between pencils, paints, charcoals, and clay puzzle me beyond reasonable measure. It infuriated me beyond measure. I could be using the brush the exact same way as the A-Grade student but come up with a finished product that looked completely different- guess who came out worse. Standing in Tracy's art classroom couldn't make me feel worse about myself as a student.
Yet, one glance over to Dean gazing up at the overhanging Halloween masks and I sense my concern edging in. Hands in his pockets Dean can't seem to hide the fear and horror on his face whether he is aware of it or not. It's a look that has worry gnawing at the edge of my consciousness. "Hey", sliding my hand softly into his, I remain composed with concern when his wide eyes edgily shift to mine. His hand twitching from the fright I must've given him, I ask Dean cautiously "What's going on?"
Pulling back the slip of fear, Dean shakes the nervous twitch of his hand and assures me with a smooth smile "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Slipping his tightened grip from mine, Dean motions around "We just fight a lot of this...stuff. It's freaky seeing them as masks." I don't buy the lie for a second. From the way Dean prolongs his stare with me, I think he understands this too.
