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"You don’t have to say sorry," he said simply, his eyes still watering even despite the fact that she had wiped them time and time again, "it’s okay. It’s not bad, Carmen Skye, it’s not…" As if she noticed in that very moment, he watched as she looked upon him in ways he had never imagined. Her eyes pierced through his own, examining him closely and carefully as her hands fell onto his face, just as his fell onto her own. Her questions came not long after, and only then did his smile stretch right across his face as he gave a small nod of his head.
"Carmen Skye, I don’t know if this is real or just a dream but either way it works for me. But just in case it is real… you can’t just take this away, can you? Did you know this would happen? Did you plan it all along? Because… that’s a really good surprise to have for someone, you know?"
"I’m not certain," she whispered, trying to piece together what could have happened. "I do know vampire blood has healing capabilities, but mixed with my fae lineage, it must have healed your sight. As for how long it will last, I’m not entirely certain. I’ve always known I can heal minor wounds, but my blood is not pure fae and therefore can only do so much. As much as I want you to enjoy this moment and believe it is for good, I don’t think it will be. A fae must be full to truly heal, at least completely." As the words left her lips, she wished to believe that this was something she could have done for him. Yet, she just knew better.
"Though, it may last a while. Perhaps through the day, or a little less. And the good news is, is that my blood is plentiful. All I can say is let’s study it over the next week or so and see just how it works." Fingers swept against his cheeks and she offered a small, cheerful smile. "How does it feel?"
"What’s life without a little risk? I didn’t die, Carmen Skye! I just got a bit dizzy… like when you give blood to a good cause, which I just did. I feel great; really really good now, see?" He grinned his biggest grin then for he wished to reassure her that he truly was fine. Heck, more than fine. Shocked, yes. Stunned for what he could see, yes. But fine. Absolutely fine. More than fine, even. He felt warm, as if he was being hugged by a constant something. A blanket, perhaps? Something soft and nothing too heavy or claustraphobic. It was just right, really. What could have been wrong with this?
And then came the case of sight. Before him sat a woman; one who bore her voice and yet he could see her lips moving. As he was adjusted he could see that she was adjusting with him; moving alongside him as her eyes were laced with nothing but worry, which just made him laugh because he was so content and happy. His hand still lay against her cheek as she pulled him up, concern in her tone of voice as she spoke to him and yet all he could do was shake his head in response. “Nothing is wrong, don’t you see?” His other hand was quick to join his first as he cupped either side of her face between his large hands, holding her there as he looked at her. Perhaps it was the sense of overwhelming contentment that had his eyes brimming with tears, but he allowed them to fall as and when they saw fit as he spoke out.
"Nothing is wrong with this, Carmen Skye… you can never make me see otherwise."
"But why are you crying?" It was then she brought her other hand to his handsome and hopeful face, using the edges of her thumb to sweep those brimming tears away. "Will you forgive me if I do not quite understand what is going on?" For some reason, she laughed softly because her mind was blissfully confused. "I cannot say I’ve ever had this reaction before," she whispered to him. For a moment, she closed her eyes and leaned into his hands. First the left and then the right, but reopened her eyes once more. More tears had brimmed there and she tried to understand as best as she could. Letting those salty tears fall against her hands, she looked at him—really looked at him.
Those blue eyes, they pierced right through her. It made her eyes narrow and her head tilt to the side in thought. When she looked towards his right eye, his sight mirrored hers. Brows furrowed and it was then she chose to ask a seemingly impossible question. “Theo,” she mused as she turned her gaze to his left eye. “Can you see me right now?” Carmen was aware that her blood could heal, but to that extent? No, she hadn’t a clue.
"I won’t remind you, because that was boss." Was his response as he finally pulled away from her wrist, with her taking care of the rest. For that moment in time he said nothing else, instead choosing to listen to what she said and laughing along when necessary. "You worry a lot." He had said out of the blue, though she didn’t seem to mind that all too much. Or he hoped she didn’t, anyway. As her hands continued to curl through his hair; her questions coming at him still, he gave a small shake of his head and began to adjust himself. Eyes flicked open as he brought his hands to the orbs, rubbing them gently as he spoke.
"I’m fine, honest." He assured her with ease, laughing as his hands fell to the side and yet something was different. He’d felt something there; an itching feeling of some kind, but he’d paid no mind to it originally. Yet for the first time in… well, ever, his eyes were coming into focus; the area was lighting up, and eventually he was looking upon a woman. Was he dreaming, or was that really Carmen Skye sitting before him? Curiously, his hand came up to cup the side of her face and he carefully tilted his head to the side.
"…Carmen Skye? Something’s happening."
"Theodore," she mused in a stern tone. However, it didn’t last long. "I am serious though. We have to be more careful." Perhaps she would simply make sure to feed before she saw him next, just in case. His blood had been so sweet and clean, unlike much of anything she’s ever tasted before. The last thing she needed was to be consumed by that… addiction. It was far too dangerous. That knowledge would have to remain her best kept secret from him, if she could manage the courage, or cowardice, to keep it from him.
"As long as your fine," but in truth, she had expected as much. Vampire blood was one thing, but the combination of being both fae and vampire was differently entirely. "Someone once told me that drinking my blood felt like drinking the sun. It’s because of my faerie background that I can walk in the sun. If I was only a vampire, I would not be so fortunate." Eyes closed when his hand came to cup her face and she smiled, relaxing into him.
"What do you mean?" Once more, she opened her eyes to find him staring right at her. Worried, she helped him sit up. "Tell me what’s wrong."
"It’s okay," he had responded almost instantly, a smile upon his face as he pulled her along. They were close at that point; the third grid was what had him aware of that, for its noise always signified home. Keeping her hand squeezed carefully, he continued to guide her along as he spoke, being careful not to stray too far from the path; he would need it soon. "you won’t mean it, ever. I know it. Sometimes people hurt other people without realising, and that’s okay. I don’t mind, honest. So long as you’re happy." A simple answer; one he left at that for he felt that his location would simply speak for him at that point.
Turning off onto a separate path; a cobbled one at that, he began leading her. He had done everything to give his grandparents what they’d always wanted, and that included their own house; a large, grand house but a homely one all at the same time. It was secluded somewhat; away from everything else but not too far so that it would mean that they were too far from things. Honestly, they had only gotten it for the garden; of which he was beginning to approach. Heading towards the fence, he felt around a little until his hands came into contact with the locked gate. He gripped onto the lock and began working at it. Four clicks to the right, three to the left, five to the right, one to the left and it was done.
Smiling softly, he pushed the door open and continued walking. “Carmen Skye, I wanna show you my garden. Well… our garden, but I made it all by myself and I think it would really help you right now if I showed you the most important things in my life, so you know you’re special. Won’t you come with me?”
"I don’t think you understand," she whispered in front of her, wondering if he could hear those fragile little words. "I could mean it one day. I could want to hurt you and I am not sure if I could control it. These emotions can be so overbearing and well," she sighed, leaning against his arm. It was tiring worrying so much. If he trusted her, she would simply have to trust in that. For now, at least. There was no sense in trying to argue with him because he would always find the light. Somehow, he would always find the silver lining. That made her smile somewhat.
Down the path they continued and she was amazed at how well he understood the way. It wasn’t just him knowing how to get from point A to point B either. It was more in how he sensed certain things. It made her appreciate some small things she had, such as her sight. Though, with him it seemed such a petty thing to appreciate. Before long, they approached a home, but she was guided to a side gate. As he worked the lock open, she chose to peer through the openings and it made her smile when she heard his words. A true and genuine smile adorned her lips then, one not even she would wipe away.
"It’s stunning," she mused in a soft state of awe. And it was. Flowers and shrubbery were everywhere and instantly, she was overthrown by the smells she found. "Show me everything," she said with a squeeze of his arm.
"No, no!" He protested immediately, shaking his head somewhat though that soon stopped as he felt the room spinning once again. "You didn’t do anything… it’s okay, no apologies…" But even despite that she had stopped and was cradling him; guiding him back down onto the bed fully as her hands cupped his face. Moments passed where his face felt bare, though soon he found out why. Words paired with actions; a liquid could be felt pooling against his lips and she commanded him to drink - nicely, of course, but demanding nonetheless. Of course, he did so without much hesitation.
The taste was a weird one at first, but he could feel it working quickly. His eyelids had since shut as he drank from her, accepting the taste even if it had an iron tinge. Eventually, however, he stopped; once he felt better, of course. Dropping her wrist with a soft smile, he gave a nod of his head. “Uhuh…” He responded, eyes still closed. “I’m just waiting for it to feel… uh, well… I get what you mean now… that was a new feeling, right there, but I liked it.”
Carmen was quick in adjusting herself underneath his head. Legs wrapped in a crisscross manner and she fashioned a pillow of her body for him. As he drank from her wrist, she used her other hand to soothe him. Fingers combed through his hair and she watched with a worried expression. “Remind me to never to do that again,” she murmured, disappointed in herself. Eventually he stopped and she pulled her wrist away from his lips. Fingers came to rest against his cheek and she sighed, just happy that he was okay.
"It’s wrong for you to like it," she whispered, but smiled somewhat. "It’s unnatural, this. I don’t care what you say either." Gently, she patted his cheek and focused on him. With watchful eyes, she paid mind to the way he breathed and the way his face moved. "Also, I would like to apologize in advance for any dreams you might have later. This whole thing, it’s rather strange." Only then had she laughed a little. "Are you sure you’re alright? If you need to rest, rest."
"No, it’s fine…" he insisted, smiling as she leaned against the comfort of his hand. "you haven’t. This is your big day, not mine. I just wanna go so that you can lean on someone if you need help… or if things go bad and you want to leave for a while. You go when you’re ready, Carmen Skye; i’ll wait until forever. Everyone deserves that; someone who’ll wait for them forever. You can’t say they don’t - everyone wants to feel special, right?"
"I don’t understand," she said through hushed whispers. "Why would you wait for me? We’re strangers, we’re… It simply doesn’t make sense." So badly she wanted to believe his words. No, that wasn’t the right thought. For she believed in everything he said, hung onto every word in fact. There was a fear inside of her that he would come to disappoint her in some form or another. "Of course everyone wants to feel special, but… I don’t know. I just don’t know with you."