IRIDESCENT 💀 [Greek Mythology] 🚩#WATTYS2020

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There is movement around me. I can hear it. But I can't move, my eyelids are too heavy and I'm too tired, drained even.

"Raven," a deep quiet voice called softly "Raven, wake up" now the voice is accompanied by a soft tug in my arm.

Slowly, I pried my eyes open. I groaned "too...bright." I shifted until my face is no longer bathed with light. My eyes are still trying to focus when I felt the side of my bed deepen then someone gently took my hand.

I looked up to see who it was. "Damon?" my voice was hoarse and my throat feels dried and sandy. What is he doing in here? Where am I?

He nodded and brushed back a strand of hair away from my face "how are you feeling?" He asked his voice low and tender.

Am I sick? Maybe I'm, that is the only thing that can explain my massive headache and my sore throat. "Not good," I told him, my voice ended as a whisper.

He laughed softly, so soft I almost missed it "you don't remember?" he questioned, sounding a little amused but his eyes betrayed him. He was putting on a show.

I shook my head still looking in his eyes "tell me then."

Something flashed in his eyes, something unreadable. But judging by the way his face clenched I can say that it was something horrible. "Give yourself a minute, you'll remember it," he said quietly, tracing patterns at the back of my hand, frowning.

God my head hurts. I massaged the temple of my head and closed my eyes, giving in with the sensation of temporary relief. Then it hit me, what happened with The Moirai and the things that happened before that. I pulled my hand from Damon and looked at him, to see if his alright. He was a little taken aback by my sudden movements. But I ignored the question in his bloodshot eyes and quickly scanned his features.

Thank goodness he looks fine aside from the scratches and a few scrapes. I sighed inwardly. I can't believe how relieved I felt.

"Raven, what is it?"

"I'm... I'm just glad that you're alright" I looked down, staring at my pale hands, I can't meet his eyes. I'm still confused at what happened and we're still not clearing anything about it. I can feel his presence beside me, a restless energy that can't be contained.

He claimed my hands in his and pushed back the strand of hair from the side of my cheek "hey, look at me."

I know I can't. I'm too preoccupied with the things that unsettle me to add another one. I felt him move, still holding my hand then one big warm hand shot to my chin and gently tugging it, forcing me to look at him. "Raven talk to me please."

Slowly I look at him and instantly drowned in his eyes. His bloodshot eyes, eyes that held so much mystery, agony, and suffering. It choked me, the swirl of emotions in his eyes overwhelmed me and surely, if they managed to remove my lenses, my eyes will show him just how I feel.

  I gulped. "Tell me the truth" I dared him, silently wishing that what the goddess told me is not true, because if I'm being honest, I'm scared of that dreadful path. I'm scared to be just another face for this lifetime destined to lead a sinful life and be killed by an Erinyes.

He seems to think at first. I can see the words hanging in his mouth. He looks at me and I know that he's remembering things past this lifetime. I feel it. "From here on now," he started, his voice calm and steady "I'll tell you nothing but honesty." He let go of my chin and gathered both of my hands in his, stroking those little veins at the back of hand, soothing, calming me.

"I keep telling you that I'll tell you everything when I'm ready. But I didn't because I'll never be ready. I'm a coward, Raven and it scares me knowing that this feels too familiar" he said somberly, his voice on the verge of cracking. My heart hurt. For him and probably for us, if there will ever be an 'us' in this damned lifetime.