Orbs of green. That's what I remember the most. Eyes so alive, so green they were emealds, jewels that haunted me at the first look. Turning my back I held control, hardely speaking and when I did, I only critisized. I feared her, the simpliness she had, and the silence. My witch was always so quiet, perferring silence to idle chatter, rattling all my self confidence with just a look.
So when we were attacked, it was her who
I ran too, who made my throat tighen and risk it all to see her safe.
Her eyes widen as I moved in to slip the paper in her hair and save
her. She smelled of freesia, fresh and innocent, and I was
reminded of her youth, and my promise. Never a teammate.
Not after killing the last one. Besides who would ever look
past my mask of coldness?
Then there was her hair, spun silk
of the richest gold, pulled in those ridiculous loops on the sides of
her head. She always wore this dark long dress, covering every
inch of her lovely ivory skin. She was beauty and grace,
everything I wanted and could never have. I often wondered if I
should have kissed her then. I knew she wanted it, her breath
hitched and her wonderful eyes enlarged. There was fear, hope,
and lust, all for me reflected in her face. And instead of
being brave, I left her; the next time I really saw her, I tried to
kill my witch.
Faith was her main power. Faith in me, my
brother, herself. She never stopped believing we cared, and
sometimes I think it was what got her though at nights. Second was
the fire within, burning away fears and holding her up to honesty and
kindness. I hid in shadows, fearing my own blood while she just
embraced it, charging forward and finding answers...answers that in
the end lowered my gun and touched my heart. I loved her
completely and hated her with a passion.
Who knew in the end
she would be the one to save me, to show her true power and burn a
blaze of fire around us, slipping between rubble and glass until we
reached surface. It was so dark then; smoke clouding my eyes
and choking my lungs. She dragged me to a hotel and after tending to
my bandages, pulled the covers back and kissed my forehead, eyes
closed and hair falling. Her lips were warm, firm, and so
gentle, everything I needed and wanted. It took all my control not
to break then, and take what I knew she was offering.
The
world thought us dead and in her act of sacrifice, she had bought me
a new life, as well as herself. Still I let her walk away,
holding the feelings close and allowing my fears to claim me.
And now, I am nothing but empty...until my Robin comes back and shows
me how to live again, because, between you and me, I stopped when she
left.
