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The Power that Lies within the Dormant

These days Cheshire hangs out with Alice and the March Hare. Of course I didn't forget that he was 'renegade-ing', but it still kind of bugged me. On the other hand, it meant I could spend more time with Damian. No one knows that he's awake now and I have no idea why I don't tell anyone about it. Just didn't feel like it, I guess. Laziness.

There are things about Damian that baffle me though. He's a quiet, sweet boy, but there's a lot he keeping in the dark. Like, he always has the hood of his chocolate-coloured jacket over his head. The one time I tried pulling it off, he caught my hand and shook his head firmly.

"Don't do that."

I arched one inquiring eyebrow.

He let one corner of his mouth pull up in a half-smile, half-smirk.

"One day you'll find out," was his mysterious reply.

The other question was how he knew things I didn't even know. For instance:

I had been wondering out loud about Daisy and her weird powers while he was listening with that childish-yet-sagely patience.

"What the hell does it do anyway?" I yawned after a long rant and since we were sitting back-to-back, I leaned against him lightly.

"It's the power of Lox," he said, "It'll cage your concious up somewhere so you can't get back to Wonderland or reality again."

"Oh. So I can't wake up ever again and spent eternity going insane trapped inside my own mind?" I widened my eyes as I came to realize things I never thought of before.

"Probably."

"Oh. My. Gosh. Then I am absolutely not letting that creep get me."

A pause. I turned my head slightly, as if that would let me see his face.

"How the hell did you know that?"

"...I guessed?"

"Seriously?"

That earned a little silent laugh from him. I could tell, since I was lying on his back.

His eyes, they were puzzling too.

"Damian, what colour are your eyes?"

I asked idly as we chilled out in the Teapot and talked. It was all we did, really. Voice our minds, not chat about nothing in particular.

"Can't you tell?" He asked back with a smile.

"It's honey brown in the sun, but..." I hesitated, "When it's in the shade, it looks a bit like Daisy's."

"And how does this Daisy's eyes look?"

"Like the darkness of a suffocating small room with no windows, doors or openings. Pure blackness where inner demons eat your soul alive."

"Have you been reading poetry, Eris?"

"No. I just give it a lot of thought since her eyes scare the hell out of me, even when I'm in reality." I shuddered, "Your eyes seem so similar to hers, the colour of cold, dark worlds..."

A short gap of silence.

"Can I look closer?"

"Ok."

I cupped his small face gently and tilted it to one side while I focused on his left eye and stared deeply into its depths. Damian continued gazing back at me, unfazed by my scrutiny. The only sound in the Teapot was the sound of our breathing.

"But your eyes are like..." I broke the silence with a whisper.

"...galaxies."

Indeed, as soon as I said that, it became clear.

Stars, pinpoints of light, novas, bursts of colours, all the beautiful and surreal things known and unknown, glowed from within those orbs. I was so enraptured by the magic of shining worlds living inside the space of an iris that I forgot to breathe. Suddenly Damian grasped my hands and took them off his cheeks to place them over his eyes.

"Don't look in too deep, Eris," he murmured warningly with a sad smile on his lips, "You might get lost."

I glanced at the fragile boy holding my hands over his eyes as if he was afraid for both of us and wondered why this image plucked at my heartstrings.

Really, he perplexed me.

But I'm starting to adore him with a bigger-sibling kind of affection, even though he makes me feel like I'm the kid in here sometimes. And so it worried me to no end that he was pale, listless, drowsy, like he was sick...

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