Promise Rings
BovineBrainwash
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- Parts 8
His world was full of darkness. He had no eyes, and yet he could see the pair in front of him flashing a permanent scarlet in the dim of the room. The man who had taken them stepped up behind him, a hand on his throat to restrict his breathing. Kurapika's chest felt heavy, like a weight was pushing his ribs inwards and constricting his lungs. He felt the blade, as if he were having his eyes removed yet again.
Almost a year had passed since the incident, and yet more often than not the Kurta awoke in a cold sweat, his heart racing and the blood rushing through his ears. His eyes would illuminate the room around him, they shone with such intensity. His stomach would churn at the sight of Chrollo sleeping next to him.
He still had his eyes. Chrollo's uncle had not taken them from him. Still, what he HAD managed to take was far worse.
Quiet nights were the worst.
(Sequel to A Proposal to Wed)