A/N: So I had this idea, inspired by another one-shot I read in here to explore an event from different POV's and I thought I'd share with you guys. There's four in all, roughly centered around the same scene. We're kicking off with Cordelia, in the time after she's blinded for the second time.

Cordelia thought it would be easier now that she was blind again. She had clarity, no one could hide their secrets from her. She felt a fraction of power and God only knew she needed that with her mother breathing disappointed down her neck. But most importantly, she couldn't see the face of the person she tried to stay away from. Misty's face was lost in the dark now. She couldn't handle the way the younger woman looked at her. It was an expression full of strange curiosity, unhappiness and – Cordelia both hoped and dreaded this was just her imagination – a sense of longing. Lately that ever present smile had faded away and her eyes grown haunted. It was the last picture she had of Misty's face. It didn't look like Misty's joyful self and Cordelia feared she was the reason. She knew she was. Wasn't it only weeks ago that they had been in the greenhouse together and everything had changed?

Misty was learning alchemy, thrilling Cordelia with her passion for learning about her field, a field her own mother found utterly ridiculous, and she was developing her resurrection skills. There was new life in the greenhouse every night after Misty left. Life, but also a hint of electricity in the air, which Cordelia found increasingly hard to ignore. Cordelia had her sight then, thanks to Auntie Myrtle. She had the full visual of Misty with her childish joy and wide grin as yet another flower blossomed into life. She had turned to Cordelia then, placed high fives in her hands, infecting her with that radiant mood of hers and that was when it changed. Cordelia wasn't oblivious to her inappropriate attraction to the beautiful, free spirited swamp witch, but she had settled for never acting upon it. As the tug of their hands brought them closer together and Cordelia, with a smile of joy, had said the words "We make a great team", Misty had stopped just inches from her face and the electricity in the air flared up like never before. It scared Cordelia how close she had been to pulling Misty all the way in.

At the shock of realizing the intensity of her own feelings, she had jolted back. She tried awkwardly to conceal her action by pretending to have lost her balance, but to no use. A shadow crept over Misty's face and when she replied "Yeah, we do", her voice was a low mutter. The radiance of ecstasy that had been glowing from her just before, had vanished and she left with only half a smile and nothing else.

They had continued to work together in the greenhouse, but a certain distance had come between them and Cordelia made a habit out of not looking too much at the other woman. Even so she could feel her stare. She could feel it burning her skin, drawing her in, but she refused to cave. She couldn't. She was headmistress, she had certain responsibilities. She was here to protect the girls of the coven, not fool around with them. Besides, what did she have to offer Misty anyway? Nothing but the burden of her heavy thoughts and a closer link to her dreadful mother. Cordelia had come to terms with living in the shadow of the supreme, settled for being a quiet failure. The least she could do was to be a proper teacher. If she failed at that too, what worth was she really? No, she couldn't give into her feelings for Misty, it would only do the girl harm. Even if it was equal infatuation she caught glimpses of in the girl's eyes, it would pass. Just as Cordelia's own feelings would. Eventually.

She was still waiting for them to pass. Waiting impatiently for her heart to stop beating out of rhythm, whenever she heard that adorable southern drawl or stop feeling like the sparks of electricity was igniting her skin, if she came too close. Being blind hadn't helped as much as she had hoped for.

Misty's death by Madison's hand was an overwhelmingly painful experience, though she didn't let the girls see it. When Misty had gone missing, her composed outside was nothing but a thin veil to cover the chaotic mess of despair that filled her insides. While some thought she had just returned to the swamp, Cordelia knew better. She felt like her heart couldn't settle, before the wild witch returned. This, above all, was what made her blind herself again and ruin Myrtle's beautiful work in order to regain her second sight.

She searched, touching the woman's clothes and belongings with desperate fingers, clinging to it and praying for direction.

And she found her.

And her heart might have stopped for just a moment, when she realized Misty's had.

She was grateful she couldn't take in the sight of the woman lying dead in front of her. It took all she had to stay collected, as Queenie returned the life to the all silent Cajun. She heard her gasp and the pain of it would forever linger in Cordelia's ears. She couldn't allow herself to touch the other woman, afraid only a vague grazing of skin would break her. She let Queenie handle it and felt like a coward. She felt like the worst human being to ever walk the earth for not offering Misty more comfort than her words alone. The fact that she let Misty beat the crap out of Madison didn't quite make up for it. Cordelia wasn't of a violent nature, but just in that moment she wished to strangle the little stuck up, Hollywood witch herself. She settled for listening to Misty taking her revenge and deep down she knew some of that all-consuming anger was directed at her.

It was a world of dark, but not of quiet. Not devoid of touch. She could still hear Misty's voice in her ear, closer now, because Misty was standing closer whenever she talked, making sure Cordelia knew she was talking to her. It felt ever-present, that voice, now that Misty had seemingly forgiven her for her horrible way of handling Misty's death. Her breath warmed her ear and sent shivers down her spine. Hopefully the witch wouldn't see. They touched more often, now that Cordelia frequently – and once again – needed a hand to guide her around. The cane would suffice later, she assumed, but for now she still had to get used to feeling her way forth and navigating via a wooden stick. She knew the greenhouse like the inside of her own hand and she spent as much time here as she could, but the rest of the house suddenly felt foreign again, even though this wasn't her first time being blind. Once she had gotten her sight back all her tricks had disappeared. A few weeks of blindness are not enough to grow familiar with the concept. She stumbled and she walked into things and so the girls helped her around at times. It was mostly Zoe or Queenie, but once in a while she would hear the words: "Here, let me help ya", that would make her shiver and feel like her insides were being scorched.

She couldn't see the shadow in Misty's face, but she could hear it in her voice. In her world of darkness existed only this voice in her ear and the feel of Misty's skin beneath her fingers.

It wasn't as though Cordelia didn't take advantage of her situation. She couldn't see an expression, but she could feel the features of a face with her hands and guess it. Whenever the tone in a voice was too hard to decipher, she would feel her way for the mood on the other person face with careful fingers. This included Misty. She could practically feel the shadow smoothing out the smile on Misty's face. But worse, she could feel Misty's whole body turn rigid, when she examined her face like this.

"Cordelia, I miss ya. Ya keep avoidin' me." She had finally dropped the 'miss' it seemed. Cordelia wasn't sure what she should make of that.

"I'm sorry Misty, I've just been really busy with the witch hunters and Fiona and teaching you girls." She knew they were all excuses, however true the issues were.

"Yeah… Right."

"I'm sorry." Cordelia hoped Misty would hear the ambiguity of her words. She would never know, because Misty mumbled something unintelligible and left.

It seemed that was the end of Misty's efforts. When they worked in the greenhouse, she never spoke of the gap that had come between them, she even laughed at times. The laughter wasn't as genuine as before, but it was something close. She didn't touch Cordelia much, not after her second sight had returned and when she did, it was obvious to Cordelia, that she was guarding her thoughts. Sometimes Cordelia would catch a glimpse of her own face in Misty's thoughts, sometimes just pictures of her swamp.

"Do you ever think of returning to your swamp?" Cordelia asked one day and there was a pause before the answer came. Misty accepted the glass Cordelia was reaching out.

"Sometimes. Can't though, with them witch hunters runnin' 'round and all." And that was the end of it.

Cordelia could for moments at a time convince herself that it was over for both of them. That they had moved on. She knew she wouldn't ever feel the same way about Misty again, but if Misty moved on, then maybe so could she. And she almost believed she had, until Zoe inflated that hope.

"Cordelia, there's something wrong with Misty. And she won't talk to us about it."

Zoe was a sweet girl and she didn't pry, for which Cordelia was grateful. She wasn't sure she was as composed in that moment, as she'd like to be.

"I'll have a talk with her. Thanks for telling me Zoe." Cordelia spoke the words with lightness and hoped it concealed the sinking of her heavy heart. Why couldn't she just move on? Couldn't she understand that no good would come of loving Cordelia? She had nothing to give.

Cordelia truly dreaded having to find Misty, but she couldn't just ignore the problem anymore. She would have to confront her and tell her it couldn't happen. Tears were pressing to her disfigured eyes and her heart had crawled so far up her throat, she felt she couldn't breathe. She thought herself silly for reacting in such a way. How could it feel like losing something she didn't even have?

In her trail of despairing thoughts, she lost her way to Misty's room. In her world of dark even her clear view of what the house used to look like seemed to have been overshadowed. With a deep sigh she stopped and contemplated just going back.

Then the sound of footsteps approached. She knew who it was even before the voice in her ear revealed itself. She had learned to recognize everyone by their footsteps, but especially Misty's stood out.

"Are ya lost?" Didn't she know how seductive her husky voice sounded in someone's ear like that? Cordelia shivered.

"I-I was actually looking for you. We need to talk."

"'kay. Yer office is right down here." The office of course. The house came into a kind of focus again as she remembered, but was soon wiped away by the touch of Misty's hand gripping her arm and gently guiding her. Cordelia didn't get a lot of images, but she could tell Misty was nervous. Her body had grown weirdly stiff beside her and she let go as soon as they were inside the office. The door was closed.

Cordelia walked to her desk and turned around, leaning against it for support. She put the cane down beside her carefully and slow, so to buy herself time to prepare for the conversation. How on earth was she to do this?

"Misty?" She called out vaguely to get a sense of where she was.

Steps. "Right here". Right in front of her. Close enough to touch if she reached out. God knew, she wanted to.

"Misty this…" She stopped. She had no idea what to say. Was she too presumptuous to assume that it wasn't all in her heard? She tried a different approach. "Zoe told me you haven't been yourself lately."

"And you haven't noticed that?" Her voice was completely toneless.

Cordelia sighed. "Of course I have, but I was wondering why."

"Ya know why."

Again Cordelia found herself struggling for words. She had been right. And she was right back to where she was a few weeks ago, trapped, not in the same room but in the same emotion.

"Misty, please understand…"

"Ya don't want me." The sound of her strangely dead voice and the words she spoke broke Cordelia's heart. Because she did. Good Gods, she did. Yet how could she justify it? She stood up and reached for Misty's face. The other woman flinched at the touch, but didn't move away. Cordelia felt her way with gentle – and though she hated to admit it, slightly trembling – fingers. She tried not to hear the sigh that escaped Misty's mouth. Her warm breathed ghosted across Cordelia's face and dissipated into the air.

Tears. Misty's cheeks were wet with tears.

"Oh Misty, it's not that", she finally admitted. Her voice broke a little at the end.

"Then I don't understand." The voice was thick from her silent crying.

Before Cordelia could move her hands, Misty let her guard down, let her thoughts flow free. Cordelia was, for a moment, trapped in her thoughts.

The flower blossomed beneath her and she jumped up and down in joy and smiled with pride at her accomplishment. Beside her Delia was smiling with her and they high fived. Their hand didn't leave each other put pulled instead. Delia spoke the words that made Misty's heart flutter and she marveled at the fact that such a beautiful creature had invited her into her world. And she saw the look in her two colored eyes and she had never wanted to kiss anyone more in her life. She didn't have much experience in this area, but she had no doubt what this was. Even less so when the older witch stepped away and Misty felt like her heart had shattered.

And it continued to shatter every day, when Delia refused to acknowledge what they both knew and avoided her instead. Misty could only watch from afar and she couldn't refrain from doing so with a continuous feeling of her very soul being torn apart. Even blinded again Delia was perfect. She was an angel truly, something divine and untouchable, out of reach-

Her world turned imageless again, as Cordelia took her hands off Misty's face, shocked at the sheer intensity of Misty's thoughts of her. She knew her gift left no choice but to reveal the truth, but she couldn't believe these were actual thoughts. And the way her nickname sounded in Misty's thoughts made her own heart flutter. She never said that out loud.

"Do you really mean that?" She breathed, barely able to control her own voice. Her heart was speeding, pumping out of control and her thoughts was scattering all over the place, changing form, failing to find sense in her own arguments.

"I do."

"B-but it wouldn't be right, I… I'm not this perfect person you think I am. I'm nothing but a teacher, your teacher. And look at me, look at my face! How can you want this?"

"I am lookin' at ya." Cordelia wanted to say something more, but her insufficient breathing wouldn't allow words to come out. Misty came closer. "How could I not want ya? I think yer beautiful and the best teacher I've ever had and I don't care 'bout no rules. I've never lived by those anyway. Please Delia, don't push me away."

Delia. The way she said it left Cordelia defenseless.

"Misty…" It sounded like a plea for more, rather than one to stop. Her dark world grew alive with the sound of Misty's breathing, the shuffle of her feet taking a small step forward and then the sensation of Misty's rough nature hands on either side of her face. The visions that bombarded her were incoherent thoughts of adoration and longing, showing Cordelia that Misty was evidently just as lightheaded as she was. A hesitant breath against her lips and she could hardly believe this was happening, but she was all out of reasons to stop it. Then she felt the soft pressure of Misty's lips against hers and she caved. She brought her hands around the younger woman's waist, pulling her close and kissing her back in a way to make up for all the thoughts Misty couldn't hear. The softest of moans escaped Misty's lips as she parted them to deepen the kiss. It really was true that the loss of sight empowered the other senses, perhaps especially so in the world of magic, and this sound, as it combined with the touch of their tongues, made Cordelia's insides blaze with heat.

It was as if the world had ceased to exist. Even her own dark world had disappeared. Cordelia felt herself being pushed back onto the desk as Misty's pressed herself against her. Misty was a force of nature, wild an untamed, careless about being delicate. Cordelia could hear the sounds of her own body responding to it. Her hands crawled up the woman's back and she fisted her hands into Misty's dress to make sure she would never let go. Her hair was being knotted into a complete mess by Misty's hands, but if there was ever a time for letting go of the wish for composure and facades, now was it. She was still getting little thoughts from Misty through her skin. Images of Cordelia, her face and body, her voice, made magnificent through the younger witch's perception. Cordelia smiled against Misty's lips and thought to herself that if this one woman really believed those things about her, that could be enough.

Some line was being crossed, changing the tone of the atmosphere from want to need. Misty kept pressing into her, fitting into her body like it was always supposed to have been there. Cordelia knew she had to stop them, before someone interrupted, but there was no way this would be the end of it. No way she would let Misty drift from her again. She knew that now. She felt like the sun, the other woman's returning radiance, reached all the way into her world of dark at last, guided by the visions from their touch. Yes, this would be enough.