Lucy's POV contd
The very next moment he took a deep breath and yawned as his eyes blinked open. My hands shot back and I froze, wondering if he heard me.
Thankfully he looked confused and dazed and didn't even realise I was there. His was full of apprehension and confusion, and some fear. It was cute.
I finally called out to him when I had my fun, especially since he started fiddling with his still-unhealed wounds.
He just stared at me for a few seconds, I wanted to tease him so badly. But the words out of his mouth were the ones to surprise me.
How did he know I was there, I had only shown myself for mere fractions of a second and that too in the darkness of the forest, only my eyes were visible. Did he really just deduce all that just by looking at my eyes? I did notice that he was staring at them just moments before.
It made me so...happy, for some reason I felt elated. I put my hand on his cheeks and confirmed his theory.
His curious nature was like a puppy, and it was apparent that he had many questions of his own, but now was not the time.
I told him to take a rest and let my healing factor do the rest but his eyes lit up with curiosity like a child finding out about the world.
By now that I had a pretty effective Idea of where he had come from, even though we hadn't talked before. The numerous contextual clues I had found basically confirmed it. I did my best to explain my healing factor to him in words he could probably better understand...Words from the journal I had almost died to find.
And his surprise, which I had thought had already reached the limit exploded twofold. Like he was unravelling the truth of the universe.
His face, when he found out about magic, made me want to wrap his whole body with mine and not let go. It was amusing to answer his question, one that a five-year-old would normally ask.
The feeling inside me only got stronger when he shyly looked down and said he didn't want to hurt me more when I offered more of my healing factor to him again, I made a mental note to make him make that face as often as I can.
But the next words he said hit a bit close to home. His shyness had turned into cynicism, as he attributed his survival to a mere fluke.
Little did he know that even serving that long in the forest was something even the very powerful are not capable of, especially not humans. His words at the very end were the reason he was here and it was his decision to declare them as the reason that he was alive not luck. His cynicism annoyed me a bit, to be honest, he said he wanted to be happy, didn't he? If he wanted to so badly, I provide it to him but at that moment I couldn't convey this emotion through my words.
But I had this nagging sense of frustration spring out of me for not alleviating his worries, I wanted him to look at me like that again, like in the forest. I was frustrated at not being able to articulate my emotions to him. I NEEDED to make him happy.
My body automatically moved closer to him as I repeated his own words he said in the forest back to him. It was essentially an excuse to make him look at me but I told him that he couldn't be happy without being healthy, I cursed myself for making such a lame excuse.
My hand went to his chin and I pulled his face up to me, I looked straight into my eyes and the euphoria took a hold of me again. I had gotten what I wanted, he looked at me in that way again, like a saviour, a goddess. It was like my mind had short-circuited, my body just worked on its own after that point. Just moving on the beats of my emotions and all sense of reason had been lost.
In a faint voice, I came up with the best excuse I could before I lost all rationality and entwined my lips with his.
I closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around his head, not wanting him to move back. Only wanting to hold him closer and tighter. Eventually, I invaded my tongue into his mouth and wrapped it around his. Our warmth and saliva mixing with each other. His taste made me go crazy, his soft lips, his warm tongue, the taste of his saliva, the sudden toughness of his teeth, I had forgotten how to breathe.
Eventually, we separated and I kept staring at him. A string of our mixed saliva still joined our lips.
I got up in haste and headed towards the door, I was too startled to continue the conversation. But I knew I had the biggest smile on my face.
I looked back at him when he flinched and his whole face had turned bright red, and again I made a mental note to make him like this as often as I could.
I turned around to him and told him to take some rest. More of an excuse for me than for him. I think I was getting better at making excuses though.
And the question he asked made me embarrassed, even though I was not welcome in the capital since I was a child. I had still been given lessons in etiquette and managing my appearance. And for the past few hours, ever since I saw Haruto, I had done everything the opposite way, especially in terms of handling my appearance, at least in front of myself.
But to think that I had forgotten the most basic task of introducing myself was disappointing. So I cleared my throat and gave the best introduction I ever have in my life. I immediately went out of the room and ran straight back to my study.
The place where I had been brooding just mere hours ago was now the complete opposite and I was giggling like a kid. I walked up to the pedestal again and picked up the prophecy, reading it once more, and for the first time in my life, I was actually looking forward to what my future would entail, even if only it was a tiny bit...