love_binds Fred
We were back from Pylea. I was with the man that I loved. I was away from that..that thing that looks too much like me. I should have been happy and upbeat. Everything in my life was in the right place. Well, right place is really a relative term; if you expect to walk down the hallway and see a half a dozen different species of demons in one day and call that normal, then sure, my life was in the right place. But there was this small detail. There was this tiny smudge on my picture-perfect life: Wesley was blind. And he wasn't just run-of-the-mill blind either. He was mystically blind.
He'd done some major black magic to find me and bring me back from the hell called Pylea. However, everything comes with a price, and this time the fee was hefty. If you looked on the bright side of things, which I'm normally prone to do, then you could say that he might have lost something a lot more valuable than his sight, like his legs or his arms or his large intestine, or even his life. But for a man, who has based almost his entire life around the study of books, his eyes were his life-line to the world. And in the blink of an eye, they were gone. Pun not intended, but unfortunately appropriate.
So here I sit, pouring over magic book after magic book trying to find a cure for the man I love. He sacrificed his life to save mine, so this is the least I could. Unfortunately, I hadn't turned up squat. Wesley usually came up with the answer the the problem we all faced within an hour. And I can't even find a book that deals with mystical blindness of any sort at all! At least he can't see the disappointment on my face. I can see his though.
I closed the book I was reading through and walked over to him. Settling down on the couch next to him, I pulled the headphones from his head. We'd figured if he couldn't read the books, he could listen to them. So we had a few hundred interns recording book after book after book for Wesley to listen to, so he could help with the research. I leaned over and kissed his cheek before laying my head on his shoulder. "Find anything yet...?" I asked before slipping my fingers through his and letting out a small sigh.
He'd done some major black magic to find me and bring me back from the hell called Pylea. However, everything comes with a price, and this time the fee was hefty. If you looked on the bright side of things, which I'm normally prone to do, then you could say that he might have lost something a lot more valuable than his sight, like his legs or his arms or his large intestine, or even his life. But for a man, who has based almost his entire life around the study of books, his eyes were his life-line to the world. And in the blink of an eye, they were gone. Pun not intended, but unfortunately appropriate.
So here I sit, pouring over magic book after magic book trying to find a cure for the man I love. He sacrificed his life to save mine, so this is the least I could. Unfortunately, I hadn't turned up squat. Wesley usually came up with the answer the the problem we all faced within an hour. And I can't even find a book that deals with mystical blindness of any sort at all! At least he can't see the disappointment on my face. I can see his though.
I closed the book I was reading through and walked over to him. Settling down on the couch next to him, I pulled the headphones from his head. We'd figured if he couldn't read the books, he could listen to them. So we had a few hundred interns recording book after book after book for Wesley to listen to, so he could help with the research. I leaned over and kissed his cheek before laying my head on his shoulder. "Find anything yet...?" I asked before slipping my fingers through his and letting out a small sigh.