Dipper's POV:
I put my book down when a sudden thought occurs to me.
I bookmark the page and walk to the living room where Bill is.
I see him sitting on the couch, writing promises that he made to Will, while he tries to remember a specific one, so he'll be able to find him.
I lightly tap him on his shoulder.
He must have been really focused, because he jumps when I do.
He looks up and tries to play off his initial reaction, giving me a sheepish smile.
I smile.
"So... question?" I ask.
Bill raises an eyebrow.
"Well... I was just thinking about it... and I know that you have a scar or something on your eye because that guy attacked you with that dagger... "
I meet his eyes, " Why are you still hiding it from me?"
He tenses slightly.
I sigh and sit beside him.
"Bill, you know all of my secrets, weaknesses, and insecurities. I... I just don't want you to hide a part of yourself from me... You usually wear your eye patch... and I mean your face is a little shinier on that side of your face which could be a glamour... and..." I trail off with my babbling.
He's looks down at his lap.
"I-It's not a scar..."
"Why won't you show me? Bill seriously. How many times do I have to tell you that you're beautiful for you to believe it?" I ask, a hint of frustration in my tone.
"I-I... Mase... it's just..." He trails off.
I lean in close and kiss him, lightly rubbing his shoulders to try to relieve his tension.
'Babe I love you just the way you are. Always. Can I please just see?' I ask in his mind.
I pull back after a few moments to look at him.
Bill looks up at me, sighs, looks down, then looks back up in quick succession.
Finally, after some hesitation, he nods.
I gently pull him closer.
I reach forward, keeping my hand in sight because he's a little jumpy and gently pull off his triangular eye patch.
I see nothing at first, but then I notice that his skin is still shiny.
I climb onto his lap and lean forward, gently kissing his eye with a little magic and the glamour dissipates.
He keeps his eyes closed.
"Baby, can I please see your pretty eyes?"
He doesn't respond at first, so I lightly tickle his sides till he opens them when he laughs.
I stop when I'm sure he'll keep them open, and I cradle his face in my hands.
I look at the eye he's always hiding and notice that his pupil is a light shade of purple and then... there's an entire galaxy surrounding it.
(picture on wattpad)
(A/N: Ik it doesn't really look like a galaxy but I tried :p).
I kiss him again.
'Bill you are so beautiful. I don't know why you'd want to hide it...'
Bill looks down.
"It's more of a curse than anything... After I sent Will away... well I searched everywhere... and then when I went insane after I thought he died... remember how I could see memories and how they showed up in my eye?"
I nod.
He continues," Well, when I got back to myself it didn't really go away... My ability changed to vaguely being able to see into anyplace in the universe I resided in. It depends on what planet I'm on and the distance from that planet to the other one I'm trying to look at. It's vague because of the distance thing. I can't see every detail, but only some, unless I'm closer. When I'm further away, it looks like a grayed out memory. Like you remember/see certain details of a memory you're trying to look back on, and the further back you try to remember, the more grayed out the memory is. The less you remember/see."
"Ah. I get it." I say, understanding.
He smiles.
"All I have to do is close my eyes and visualize my eyes pretty much floating around wherever I want to look, kind of like how a drone's camera works. Problem is, when I'm stressed, mad, or have any other emotion than happy or calm... I get bombarded by visions of people in the place I'm staying on the planet. Sometimes I can block it out even then, but it depends on the intensity of the emotion..."
"I get it... But why would you hide it from me though?"
He sighs.
"I don't know... Probably just past PTSD coming to haunt me... I dunno."
"Did you think I'd love you any less because of your ability?" I ask seriously.
"A little..." He looks down.
"Bill!" I say in a light, reprimanding tone.
He looks back up.
"I love you the same amount as I always will, and more!" I kiss his cheek.
"Well, it was kinda that and I just didn't want you to think I was a creep..."
"For something you can't control?" I ask.
He gives me a sheepish look.
I sigh.
"Bill, you can't blame yourself for things out of your control... And even if you were controlling it, I get the sense you kinda just leave it off."
"I do..."
I sigh.
"Bill?"
He looks up at me.
I kiss him.
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