It catches Sebastian by surprise on hearing Raven’s thought. Not the fact that he could hear whatever Raven was thinking but that his sister who had peculiarly beautiful eyes, was blind. It made him wonder, if he could have ever guessed that, had he not listened to his thoughts. This finally made sense, why the hall was empty and so spacious.
‘Rose’ he hears Raven call her, after a long silence.
‘Have I ever described you what fire looks like?’he asks.
‘Yes. Brother you said, mostly it was warm like yellow but more passionate like red..but sometimes its fiery red and extremely bright yellow like anger is, if I remember correct’ she replies gleefully looking at his direction.
‘oh did I say that?I must have forgotten then’
‘yes. You did.’
Sebastian senses the enthusiasm in her words as she spoke. He did not have to guess, to know, how she depended on her brother’s words, to draw images of an object into her own mind. His words alone were the bricks to a castle she was building in the air.
‘Donot ever hesistate to ask me, whatever you want to know about. I can describe you..i will try my best. ok?’ says Raven, more corncerned now. His gaze fixed, with scrupulous attention to her eyes.
A soft side of Sebastian’s jeykll and hyde heart melts at that time. He bends forward curiously. Crossing his long fingers together with elbows resting on his knees, he positions himself face to face with the boy. Ofcourse this boy did not have a sharper nosebridge and well defined jawlines. His chubby flushed cheeks and heart shaped face with plump lips made him look anything other than a full fledged predator Raven was. But, there was no doubt he was Raven. As innocient as he looked he was going to be a reaper, a cold soul who never forgave, never forgot and perhaps never loved. A wave of sadness surges over Sebastian as he lets the grim thoughts overflow him, how he hated a part of his human heart that felt all these petty emotions.
‘How different is love from hate? Isn’t it a very thin line?’ Sebastian hears himself asking the boy ,who stood frozen infront of him, in the seconds of time, that Raven’s memory had preserved.
‘Resurrecting your father to punish..i understand.. but why laira?’
No answer, his words drifts away unwanted in the silence of the hall.
‘Brother’ the little girl’s voice interrupts Sebastian’s flowing thoughts.
‘ You have said that to me more than hundred times. You know I will ask you when I need to..’ her soft voice jingles with reassuring tone.
Raven smiles. His tearful eyes gives away a glimpse of his painful heart. She was his precious. No one in the world mattered. He would forever be there to protect her, to describe her colors, rainbows and butterflies that she would never see on her own.
‘However..’ Rose pauses, narrowing her eye brows, looking closely on the fire.
‘The next door neighbour…You never describe me anything about her.I am curious’.
She pokes the dying fire with metal rod, that pierces through one of the holes in the net like metal frame kept infront of it and blows a few times. Once the fire is settled and burning into flame again, she turns her head to Raven and casts him a questioning look.
‘Did words finally fail you brother?’
Raven coughs instinctively.
He coughs again and coughs even harder ,desperate to avoid the question. And strangely enough, to avoid the stare his sister was giving him, he takes a step back, stumbles and falls to the cold floor with a loud thud.
‘Did you fall that hard on love, huh?’Rose teases.
‘I may be blind but I am no fool’ she adds chuckling, pointing her little forefinger on him.
‘Damn it!!’ Raven hits his fist into the palm of his hand, embarrassed and flushed. ‘Just tell me you like pretending blind..’. He laughs
‘I wish I could.’ She pulls her lower lids of both eyes, cupps her cheeks with little hands making them look protruding,then sticks out her tongue and laughs too.
Sebastian listens to their conversation joyfully. Their heartful laughs, echoes to him like wind charms in the emptiness of the room while his lonely bystanding soul soaks in Euphoria, to have witnessed purity of love in a form that he never experienced.
‘If only i had some one like that….’