Love is Blind, Literally (Pi)

[Eirik Loki]

Eirik Loki walked down the street with his dog who was helping him avoid the new obstacles. Eirik loved learning about new places in the city and had made his way to an area that had places like the Mall but right now he was at a place that let his dog in seeing as how she is his seeing eye dog and he walked around with his dog feeling the different things that had to deal with the history of the place. He might not be able to see but there was a guide as well that was telling him what the different things looked like so he could see in his mind what they might look like. The guide was also letting him touch some of the items that where harder to describe. Over the speakers came a strange music that effected Eirik but not to the degree that it should have since he was blind. The eye contact that would be needed for him to fall in love would never happen so the song was dead on the water to him.

[Pi dArtois]

They say love is blind. But Pi didn’t love easily or without thought. For her it had been a slow slide into the blissful state. She had fought the emotion, denying its existence in her life, she hadn’t understood what it meant, nor had she fully realised the extent the emotion could take over her life and make a place for itself in her heart.

Now she understood though, how completely it consumed a person. It wasn’t just lust, although there was a mix of that too, but something deeper and sustaining. Elliot was as much a part of her now, as another human could be, as inherently a part of what made her who she was, as her own personality. They didn’t subsume one another, but the cliché was true that they were inherently more together than they were apart.

She heard the music as she was taking out the rubbish, two black bags dangling from slim fingers of one hand as the other lifted the heavy top on the skip. With a swift heave she threw the refuse into the large container, letting the lid slam closed with a resounding crash. The sound played counter point to the song, shifting it, molding it as the sound filtered through her mind and crept through synapses and cortex, shifting around her reality and merging something inside her.

Shaking her head to rid herself of the incessant buzzing, her hair fell into her face. Her features scrunched into a frown, distracting her as she blindly stepped out of the alley to careen clumsily with the person crossing her path.

‘Je suis desolete.” Pi apologised quickly, lifting her gaze briefly.

[Eirik Loki]

Eirik Loki heard the woman speak French and smiled it was a language that he knew but not much to actually speak it. He spoke softly when she said she was sorry and shook his head. "It was my fault. I was just looking at the different things with out my sight and then Sadie here did not say anything." He motioned to the dog beside him that was supposed to be his eyes but was busy doing something else. He held out a hand in the direction of the voice and with his other hand removed his sunglasses so that the woman could tell he was blind his eyes making contact with hers but it not doing anything so the strange music stopped and he did not hear it anymore.

[Pi dArtois]

From a woman who has spent so little time contemplating being in love, she certainly seemed to be dwelling on the idea quite obsessively lately. What was it anyway, love, it was ephemeral and indefinably tender. When she’d first given her heart to Elliot she’d done so reluctantly, as if keeping it would protect herself from the weakness that came with trusting someone else with it.

She found out pretty quickly that it didn’t matter a damn bit whether she reluctantly gave it or not, the end result was the same.

Her heart was willingly surrendered and she no more wanted it back, than she wanted to stop being immortal. But, she considered with a smile, has definite perks and benefits.

He wasn’t the sort of man whose face would make her stop to think. She wasn’t the sort of female who would stop in the street to stare at anyone, let alone someone for the sole reason that they had a pretty face. Even though he did. Unless something hit her over the head with a two by four she wasn’t usually susceptible to much beyond idle curiously in other people in general (let along men).

This one made her stop and stare. Stopping and staring being so against the grain for her she wondered at her own odd behaviour. He was blind. She discerned that immediately. The guide dog was a give away, the sightless eyes the other.

But there was something about him. Something that rooted her to the stop to stare longer. The benefit of him being blind was the fact he couldn’t actually see her gaze rove all over his still frame. She took in the width of his shoulders, the loose grip around the Guide dog’s stiff lead.

There was a familiarity about him, as if she knew him from somewhere. She felt like she should know his name, his parents, siblings and life story. Behind those sightless eyes lay a stranger she knew she didn’t know, but she stood there anyway, in the grip of a certainty that she was missing something very very important about him.

Her mind urged her forward, her slim fingers reaching out to pluck a piece of lint from his arm.

“I know you.” She said quietly. “Why do I know you?” she asked, her voice curious and demanding, all rolled into one.