Even if she had wanted to forget about him, even if she had been trying, it would have been impossible.
Every time her vision blurred and cut out, every time she felt like someone – something – was infiltrating her mind, it was a reminder. She was linked to him, perhaps only in this small way, but it was enough. It was enough to make her heart lurch in apprehension when she was suddenly left in the dark, it was enough to make her grow cautious should she find her lips reaching for another and they suddenly grew blurry in front of her.
But, it wasn’t enough to stop her.
Holding power over her vision was just that – power. She thinks – assumes, which is already a dangerous game to play when he is concerned – it doesn’t go any deeper than that, and it’s why she often ignores it. She had never been very good at resisting temptation when it was laid so plainly before her; not for love, and not out of fear. And maybe (most likely) there was a twisted part of her that craved that fear, that spike in adrenaline that came every time he blinded her, and maybe there was a small part of her that waited, that almost hoped he was coming back.
Today, as she stood quietly in the golden light of a mostly regrown Tephra, she is only mildly surprised when she blinks, and then reopens her eyes to an endless dark. She waits, for one heartbeat, and then two, with her breath caught in her throat, before she feels it. A pull, hardly subtle enough to be ignored, and she is forced to follow. Across the volcanic terrain of Tephra, and winding through forests where branches pull at her pale mane and scrape her porcelain skin, until there is the familiar smell of the meadow – vibrant and green, even though she can’t see it, and she had almost forgotten what it was like to have to smell and feel the sunshine rather blink the brightness of it away – and then, him.
“Carnage,” she says in that soft, unsuspecting way of hers, as if she is entirely oblivious to what is about to happen. It’s not an attempt to fool him into thinking she is calm; of course he will know the way her skin is flushing hot and cold, and the way her heart sometimes flutters anxiously. But she blinks her almost-black eyes, still lost in shadow, and she says with subtle, barely-there smile, “Nice to see you again. Sort of.”
@[Carnage]
you already know my answer to everything is always yes.