Green Are The Eyes
She has had the dream again. The same dream which she has been having for the past seven nights. She can remember every last detail of it, and the fact that she remembers the colour of the eyes tells her that she dreams in colour, in case she had ever wondered. Which she had. For Lily has a very questing mind, one which demands to know everything. Nothing less satisfies her.
The dream begins in pain. She is drowning in a sea of pain. It envelopes her, holding her in a viselike grip, a centralized pain which ebbs and flows, with respites of peace between the peaks. And she is screaming at someone - someone she cannot quite see, someone who grips her hand tightly. But she knows that that is not the source of the pain. The source is deep within her, and it holds her fast as she writhes against it. Seeks to rid herself of it, although she thinks that perhaps rid is not quite the correct word for this situation, and neither is expel. But just what is, she cannot say. She has a very good idea whom this other person might be, though, whom it must be. The only logical choice, in fact.
Voices. Other voices. Encouraging. Soothing. Helpful voices. And what else? Oh yes, instructing. Telling her what to do. "PUSH, Lily, PUSH!" And she finds herself doing just that, gripping that hand tighter, her screams rending the air, as she hastens to complete her appointed task in an optimal time and manner.
And then she sees eyes, green eyes, blinking at her, and she sits up in the bed, shaken once more by this bizarre recurring night vision. A form beside her, a dark shadow in the middle of the night, stirs, and strong arms encompass her, hold her, comfort her. "Again?" he asks knowingly, his lips brushing over her cheek gently, as if he might kiss away her fears by doing so.
"Again," she murmurs, clinging to him, as gradually the strange dream begins to fade. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, love."
"Nonsense, that is why I am here, why I married you." The man kisses her lips softly. "What can I do for you, my sweet Lily, to help you sleep again?"
"Just hold me," she shivers, "hold me close, and never let me go."
"Willingly," he assents, and they spoon together on their bed, their bodies wrapped tightly about one another, comfortably. Lily begins to relax, pushing thoughts of green eyes from her mind, focusing on the man beside her, her husband. Just as she is about to drop off, she hears him whisper, "I love you, Lily...."
She smiles to herself, murmuring her own reply, just before sleep claims her for its own once more, "I love you too...... Severus...."
