"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.
"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?"
"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."
"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."
"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."
"We’re not strangers, Carmen Skye, we’re acquaintances!" He admitted in laughter, shaking his head. "More than that, even. We know each other’s secrets… we’re friends. We could even be best friends, but I have one of those… and she has a secret too. She’d like you, I can tell." He was adamant on his own words, so much so that he barely noticed her worries or doubts. Perhaps that, however, was a bad thing… "What do you mean you don’t know?"
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."
"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."
"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.
"I understand," he assured her with a smile, "emotions get in the way sometimes, and they can be hard to deal with. That’s okay; we’ll figure it out together." It was all the reassurance he could give at that point, but he figured it would be more than enough - hopefully, anyway. Yet even if it wasn’t he hoped that what he had in mind for her would at least cheer her up enough for her to realise that the grass was indeed greener on the other side, even if it didn’t appear to be the case at that moment in time.
As he pushed open the door to his safe haven he could hear her soft musings; her awe-inspired words that were so short and simple that he knew they must have been true, for she didn’t seem the type to waste her breath. Already he was guiding her through, using the pebbled pathway to his advantage for he would follow the rustling sounds to guide their way. “I don’t know what it looks like,” he began, shrugging his shoulders, “but I can tell you where everything is, and maybe you can help me. Like there,” he pointed over to a free patch containing rows upon rows of flowerbeds. “over there I planted a lot of different flowers that reminded me of the fields at home; daisies and rapeseed and buttercups. I like sitting there because that’s what we all used to do; go to a field and make daisy chains. I don’t get why, but we did it. I hope it looks like a field; it feels like one, so i’m guessing it looks like one too.” He then turned away from that scene, instead pointing ahead of him.
"Lots of trees, too. Grandmama always wanted to grow her own garden, so that bit over there is for that. Fruits and vegetables and all of that stuff. The best thing about it is that if you ever want something, you just go over and pick it. Like right now," With their arms still linked, he ran. Again following his instinct and the noises around him, he eventually managed to find his way; the bush right beside the apple tree bore raspberries, and he was quick to pluck a couple off the stems and hold them out to her. "raspberries are growing, and they’re delicious. You should try them. We always used to go raspberry picking… and we would come back with a bowl that was bigger than my head!" He laughed heartily then, offering her a grin as he gave a nod of his head.
"And it would always be full, too…"
"Good. I don’t want to have to remind you every time we meet." Gently, she punched his shoulder and then laughed. "You? You met someone? I mean, is this a joke? Are they real?" Jas stuck out her tongue, merely teasing him. "I better cause the other option isn’t so nice."
"Hey! You don’t have to!" He said, shaking his head as he felt the… well, he wish he could have called it a soft punch. He was just a bit of a woos, though. Bringing his hand to the area, he rubbed it gently as he gave a nod of his head. "She is real, I swear! Her name is Carmen Skye, and she is brilliant. I wanna tell you all about her but then I don’t think she’d like me doing that, so i’ll let you see for yourself."
With a long, lowly little sigh she pulled the blanket away from her face and watched him climb back into bed. “I’m terrible, aren’t? I am very much like a child,” she said before pushing her face into the pillow. “I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you.” A small frown came to her lips and she just clung to those sheets a bit tighter. Though, it didn’t last long when his hand reached out to hers. Taking it, she laid her cheek atop it and closed her eyes. “I don’t deserve your kindness—nobody does.”
"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?"
"Maybe… but on accident! Besides; bacon is always good." He grinned as he opened his arms, running towards her until he could feel her embrace. “Hey! I’m not a git!"
"You are a git, but you’re my git and I’m the only one who gets to call you that." Jas hugged him tight, patting his back. “What’s new, huh? How’s the American life, huh?"
"Your git… got it." He grinned as he hugged her back just as tightly, hearing her question which had him off right away. "Oh, it’s great! Really really good! I met someone, you know? She’s really nice and I think you’d like her a lot."
The very essence of what he was coated her tongue completely, slid slowly down her throat slowly and filled her being entirely. At that point, she had more than enough of his blood. Yet, she felt the hunger taking over her every thought and whim because truly? It never was enough. Though, when he spoke—something awoke deep inside of her. Not a single thought had been required as she wrenched her mouth away from him and looked upon his face. The normal color of his olive complexion had faded, he looked sick. “Theo,” she exclaimed—embarrassed and shocked at herself. “Theo—I am so sorry.” Carmen took his face in her hands and then laid him down. Of course he would be fine, but she wanted to help him and there was only one way. Quickly, she brought her wrist to her lips and ripped the skin away until her blood began to flow freely. “Drink this,” she said in a hushed tone, thrusting her wrist against his lips.
"You’ll feel better," she claimed softly, licking her lips. “I can’t believe—I am so, so sorry." Yet, he seemed oblivious to her concerns as he began to drink from her wrist. Already, life came back to him and his wounds began to heal—leaving small scars behind. “How do you feel?"
"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.”