HS Short: Do Not Hide Your Eyes

His throat emitted a low groan, a sign that life was still embedded deep within him. The bleeding wouldn't stop. Jade held the Knight of Time in her grasp, her dress as deep and green as the universe around her soaked with the blood of her fragile lover. What else was there to do?

Jack wouldn't stop staring, his ears folded back, his white blank eyes wavering in a puppy-like demand. Dave was losing life fast, if death had not caught up with him already. She begged for the strange enemy who held the essence of her omnipotent guardian to glance away for just a moment. But modesty could not get the best of her here.

With cheeks flushed bright red, she took off his busted sunglasses. He looked so peaceful, eyes shut. The bullet holes were thrown about, coating his chest like red diamonds. His heart was no longer beating. Tears coated her eyes. It had been her fault. She got cocky…and now she had to watch him die. His body was heavy in her arms.

Though his mouth was coated in blood, she pressed her lips to his. They were still warm.

Within moments she felt his fingers grasping her dark hair. His chest hitched in his sudden breathing. In her fingers were his broken glasses, the very item he had been hiding his eyes in for the longest time.

He groaned, swiping a hand in front of his face. His eyes refused to open, "Where are they?"

"Dave…open your eyes."

"No Jade…you'd hate them…"

She cocked an eyebrow at this. Hate them? "Why?"

"They…just are…they…" he groaned, shaking his head. "Hideous. Eyes of a mutant."

"I refuse to believe that." She began to slide her thumb over his cheek. "Dave you are wonderful. You're funny, although in a weird ironic way, but its charming. You've risked a lot to be with me. I brought you back for a reason…don't you think?"

His face became noticeably warmer, biting his lip with guilt. Slowly his eyelids pried open, revealing the bright red irises behind.  Jade's face now became warm. "Oh Dave…they're gorgeous."


"Harley shut the hell up and get your pretty face down here."

Dave pressed his forehead to hers, letting their lips press against one another's once more. His were surprisingly soft and warm. She knew this meant their departure from one another. Right now it didn't seem to matter. The sunglasses dropped from her hand.
The rush was so intoxicating. Her arms wrapped so tight, feeling a little silly protecting someone who was a knight.

But being with him at that moment made it feel like time stood still.