Miss me? Darn thing was erased. Had to rewrite it. Anyways, good day and God bless!
Mana was fully aware that there were those in this grand world of ours that had abilities that were abnormal and not all possessed.
He just never expected to find one here of all places.
He was unaware, however, that one could dream and become extremely fond of someone they had never met before.
Despite only seeing them once, he'd recognize those silver eyes anywhere as those of an actor if a beautiful dream.
But his eyes kept falling to the light of a same silver shade coming from his hand in heavy crystalline streams.
It was beautiful, captivating, dreamlike and yet Tyki who stood by his shoulder always demanded he look into the boys eyes.
"If you look into the light, you'll fall asleep."
He didn't understand and despite how much he longed for sleep, he headed the mans words.
Mana struggled greatly to steady his breathing and sit up properly in that great bearskin chair just to look into them.
Though a little older, those same red bangs framed his face and cascaded down his shoulders. He thought that was odd because he somehow knew how much he didn't like his long hair.
In many ways, that reminded him of a certain someone who thought long hair was feminine, wrong and a pain to deal with.
These sorts of thoughts flooded him like the serene waves of the ocean so his pain remained almost forgotten.
But he was only partially aware that whatever this boy and Tyki were doing, it was healing him. He could feel his wounds close and his bones twist back in the way they were meant to go.
He was willing to pin the reason for this on some sort of magic being that the two people performance seemingly impossible surgery were a heavy smoker and a ten year old and the patient was completely conscious.
Sometimes, those older than you will try to convince you that you've seen everything but this certainly was a new one.
But somehow he felt less whole
Though agony was what it was and it's company was hard to tolerate, it made him feel as though wasn't Mana. He didn't think about thier mother, Katrina or how silly he was not to go with his dearest brother. His head didn't hurt from all the regret.
Now it all came back to him like a storm at sea, far less serene.
He grew irritated with how sluggishly he moved and how his tongue only slurred whispers. Impatience began nawing at his heart.
He just really wanted his brother back.
He didn't want to think about his mother's funeral.
He just wanted to to sleep.
He wanted to be child without responsibilities or worries.
He just really wanted to be selfish for once.
But soon enough, he found that the pain had half disappeared and he found himself sitting up with little trouble.