As he made his promise, the ghost stared up at him with those wide gray eyes. And then suddenly - she smiled. Not the sweet, simple dent in the corner of her mouth that she'd blessed him with thus far, but a dazzling grin that was almost too much for a mortal mind to bear. The expression utterly transformed her, and her skin glowed like a paper lantern, glorious and impossible to look away from. It should have burned to have her light blazing across him, through him, but instead it felt like cool water against fevered skin, smooth and refreshing and utterly perfect. And I will always be waiting for you, she said, her voice reverberating inside his head though her mouth never moved, as it never did when she spoke to him. But as before, she took his face in her hands and tilted her own face up to his, and then those smiling lips were pressed to his - and joy, pure and sweet and intoxicating, swept through his body as if he'd been struck by lightning, a wild and living thing that sparked against his bones and sizzled in his blood as if it needed to touch every last fiber of him before it would be done. She drew back, and the light beneath her skin ignited the world, making everything fade into blinding white. Everything but her perfect, smiling face. Then her lips parted, and moved in a hypnotic pattern so enthralling that it seemed to take a full heartbeat's time between when she spoke and when the words reached his ears. "Ash'eny..." Dark and sultry, emeralds buried in the earth, was his name on her tongue. It drowned out everything, made life and death no more than mere words on a page. As it rang through his head like cathedral bells, the bright light of her presence finally overtook her, blinded him, flashing incandescence that left spangles of color dancing before his eyes. When he finally regained his senses, he would find himself sprawled on his back beside the well in the small patch of grass just a foot or two away from it. His cloak was curled up and pillowed beneath his head as if a loving hand had rearranged him, making sure he was comfortable, watching over him. I will always wait for you, a voice whispered, as if echoing back from the dream he'd just abandoned. |