A/N: Hey guys! So this was just a spur of the moment thing. I wanted to try out something different. I was reading The Indigo Spell again and wanted to try out something from Ian's POV. I mean the guy might seem boring on the outside but he does have feelings. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bloodlines or these characters.
I stare at her from behind and watch as she reads the book in her hands. Her dark blonde hair cascades down her face like a veil, framing it perfectly. She's focusing with such intense concentration, completely oblivious to the world around her. I've always admired that about her. Attentiveness. Determination. The qualities found in a perfect alchemist. I don't really like the oblivious part though.
She's always been oblivious to me. Or at least she pretends to be. I've never actually made my feelings for her a great, big secret but she doesn't seem to harbour any in return. I know that but it doesn't make it any easier.
I've only known her for a short while but my crush, which started as a small recognition of her intelligence and potential as an alchemist, has evolved into something so much more. And I know, at this rate, it will keep evolving. I will keep falling for her.
Because truly, there are no other girls like her. There's no one else who can challenge me as much as she does. Not many people can keep up with me intellectually. But she can. In fact she makes me doubt my own intelligence. She intimidates me, makes me insecure and leaves me in awe all at once. She's beautiful, witty, loyal, ambitious and just…..amazing.
And thinking about how she doesn't want me back causes my chest to clench painfully.
On paper we're perfect for each other. We're both well accomplished junior alchemists, on our way to do more good for the human race. We both come from respectable backgrounds. We have a lot in common, including our complete and utter need to prove ourselves to the world.
I guess that isn't enough for her. I guess I'm not enough for her.
Oh Sydney Katherine Sage, what are you doing to me? Nobody can make feel as disconcerted as you do but I think I'm falling in love with you. And I don't know how to stop. I don't think I can stop. Do I even want to? I don't know.
I guess what they say is true. Love is beyond comprehension. Love doesn't have a manual or instructions that would make everything easier. Love is a whole bunch of feelings all at once, coming right at you like a missile at it's target. Love is complicated. Love is beautiful. Love hurts.