show them the joy and the pain and the ending
His reaction is unexpected, to say the least. Indeed, at first he appears to have no reaction at all. But then, instead of anger or indignation or fear or demand, he softens towards her.
She has no need to hide her surprise; he cannot see her. But the way he reaches for her instead of expressing any number of other emotions she might have expected over this gives her pause. She has seen quite a bit of him, but not enough to explain this unexpected reaction apparently.
She cannot know his thoughts, cannot know who his mind lingers on besides her. For a moment, she almost doesn't care. She has not been touched so sweetly in such a long time that for a moment, she simply closes her eyes and savors it, unknowingly allowing a soft, nearly inaudible sigh to escape her lips.
Too many believe her cold, calculating, and uncaring. All of those things are true. But beneath that icy exterior, her blood runs as hot as any other woman made of flesh and blood. So she can enjoy the simple, soft touch. At least, until a flood of memories intrude, memories of a long ago dream and a long ago love.
Stiffening, she recalls herself to the present, to the man she is with, ignoring the delightful, inconvenient flutter in her chest. Lips pressing into a hard line, she does not hesitate in rifling through his vision, through his past. She may not know who he is thinking of for certain, but she can guess.
There is another, it seems, so very recently. Though she cannot hear or feel what he had, she can see. And she had long ago learned to read lips (her talents would only half so useful had she not), so she can easily sound out what she needs to know.
Giving him his sight back is easy, but she gives it back changed. They are still in the meadow, still standing in the strong summer sun, but her face had changed. She is now a lovely dappled brown with touches of dark red and wings tucked neatly against her sides.
Though she can change her face (perhaps not literally, but he would see nothing of her true form), she cannot change her voice. So the words that escape those red lips are said in a voice belonging to Heartfire, not to this lovely girl she had stolen from his sight. ”You do not wish to play such games with me Dovev.”
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts