[Of Angels and Demons Bar]And suddenly I was blind

Yeah, yeah I can... he said, whispering as Draven leaned forward to hold his...well, his own, face with his...Samael's hand's. It is...it is too much though. I can't... I can't tell what's what. I'm scared. he tried to put his feelings into words, tried to calm himself down so he could think about things rationally like he usually would, but for some reason, he simply couldn't. There was something gawking at him from the back of his mind, this deep, constant irritation that just wouldn't allow his mind to calm down, making his heart beat faster and faster by the second and the more deep breaths he took, the more he thought he could feel it.

I... he said, his voice coming out low and deep, sounding more like a growl than an actually, human sound. I think I'm falling apart. he thought, his whole body shaking as he grabbed onto Draven, sinking his nails into his skin...his own skin, so worried and confused and angry and hurt that he couldn't even think straight any more about anything. He simply grabbed onto Draven's hand-he would think about them as Draven's hands for now-and refused to let go as his whole body tried to do something strange.

You're body... he whispered, trying hard to hold onto himself, and his human voice, his mouth suddenly as dry as a desert as he spoke. You're body's trying to something strange. He could already guess what it was, though, Draven had already told him that he hadn't changed in a few days and that that was why he was on the edge around his sister yesterday, but he couldn't do that now, they were still in his room, and hell, he didn't want to do that now! It was already scary enough to for some reason find himself in his boyfriend's body-to also find himself stuck in his hellhound form was something he was sure he couldn't bare.

Please tell me I can stop it. he asked, still holding onto Draven, partly because he refused to let go off the only comfort that he had right now, partly because, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew how scary his sight must be for Draven, and how holding onto his own body might help the other man calm down just a bit by sharpening the world around him.

You...You need to relax. he said, trying to think through all those confusing stuff that were suddenly happening in his head. The more you panic, the messier the lines will become. he said, raising his eyes to look into what must really be his own face, and suddenly there was a thought of Oh, so this is how I really look in his head that stopped pretty much everything else that was happening there.

He had never seen himself properly before, mirrors being something that his sight couldn't really grasp, and he had often wondered, but now he could really see, and the first thing he looked for was his hair. So that's red. he whispered to himself, relaxing one of the hands that was until now grasping desperately at the one that was placed onto his face so he could reach forward careful and touch a loose strand of his own hair. He had for a long time that he was something other people refereed as 'red-head', but, of course, he could never truly grasp what that meant and had often wondered. This is colour. he then suddenly said a bit louder, as if the informations had only then truly reached his mind. This is colour...and I can see. I'm in your body and I can see he said, grasping for Draven's hands again only this time it was in happiness, the strange feelings that Draven's body had tried to force on him completely forgotten for a moment. Draven, I can see., Samael laughed, a trail of tears coming from his current's body's eyes.

I'm calm. Samael said, taking another deep breath, and relaxing his body slowly, bit by bit, from shoulders to toes. There were still tears in his eyes but he couldn't really do much about that, not without letting go of Draven and he wasn't doing anything of the sorts right now. Thus, he let them flow, falling silently from his cheeks to the covers below as he took one deep breath after another, his body calming, but his mind not so much, as, once again, the deeper he breathed, the more he thought he could feel Draven's instinct trying to convince him that turning into a hellhound, right here, right now was an incredibly good idea. And to stop that, Samael suddenly held his breath, while, instead of closing his eyes, he opened them wide. It was scary, the amount of information his mind received all at once, but at least, he thought, the novelty of it would keep the edge off the urge of Draven's instincts, for now.

Firstly, he looked at himself, feeling strange at the thought that it was Draven who was hiding behind those empty eyes now. And his eyes were empty, pale, and void of all colour, his pupil not much different from the rest of his eye. He didn't look at them for too long though, choosing instead to look at his face, taking in the sharpness of his features, and by extend, the two tattoos that he had done to himself. He had never really seen the design properly before, no matter how much the guy at the parlor tried to make it visible to his eyes. However, now that he did, he thought that the man had done an incredibly job of putting exactly what Samael saw in his head, into his skin. He traced the lines of them softly with his fingers, without even really realising what he was doing, which, as he followed the one that was above his left eyebrow, made his eyes settle on his hair once again, and as he looked, he couldn't help but think how it looked good a waterfall of...red...falling down his back. He, he suddenly decided, rather liked his hair.

The thought made him give a small laugh down, as he found it incredibly funny for some reason. Looking down on his body once more, he smiled, before he slowly took in the rest of his room. Fortunately, the blinds on his windows were almost always shut, for what need did he have for light, really, and that made it easier for his mind to adjust, the half dark of the room more similar to his kind of sight than the full light will be. There wasn't much to see in his room however, the bed, the chair, a desk, though he rarely used any of those, a wardrobe for his clothes and a few trinkets that he had gotten as gifts over the
years, and thus, he soon found himself feeling restless again.

Jumping to his feet suddenly, he let out a small grow as Draven's body, once more, demanded to change. He tried to push it down again, to either control it or ignore it, but the urge was too strong this time, and for a moment, he thought he would really change, looking down at his hands, clutched tightly into fists in front of him... and then there was a sudden urge to see how Draven's body looked with real sight, immediately. There were, however, no mirrors in his room, for, once again, what use could he find for them, so he let the urge linger, so it could overwrite the demands of Draven's instinct, at least for a little while longer. And if this was how Draven felt all the time, he could certainly understand why his boyfriend was so frequently on edge if he could not do so before.

At that thought, his eyes immediately darted to his own body again, and he suddenly felt selfish for forgetting that no matter how scary this change is for him, it must be twice as much for Draven, for in the end, he was the once who had suddenly gone blind. How...how are you feeling? he said, sitting down on the bed again, with a light frown on his face. He could not feel from this side of connection how his body, and thus Draven in it, felt, and the fact that he regretted that meant that he had gotten too used to to simply looking at Draven's emotions through his power, instead of simply asking how the other felt. I can imagine it is confusing. he said, looking around himself, and thinking how his sight will never be able to grasp most of what he was seeing right now. This should help a little though. he said, laying a hand again onto Draven's skin, and hoping that the presence of the hellhound's body would sharpen his sight enough for the other to see enough to not freak out...much. You still need to be calm though. he said, wondering how much Draven could actually see through his eyes anyway. The lines...they become a mess other wise and... he trailed off, his voice falling, as he truly didn't know how to explain something so strange that it took him most of his life so far to get used to it himself. It will be okay. he said, in the end, his voice quite. Ah, how the hell did this happen anyway?

Yeah. Samael answered quietly as a strange feeling settled onto his chest, right beside the guilt he suddenly felt for ignoring Draven for so long in favour of taking in this strange new world that the true sight had suddenly opened up to him. It was somehow sad, that new feeling, but mellower, with traces of bitterns swimming around its edges. He frowned, suddenly uneasy, for he could not quite put a name on what was that that he was feeling. Realising though that he was once again focusing on himself and ignoring Draven, he bit into his lip, making himself feel a sharp burst of pain, before pushing it, and all of his other feelings, aside, for now.

It is certainly different from what you know. he said, as he tried to compare the way in which was the world before with the way Draven's body processed the vast amount of information that it took in with just one look, realising suddenly that he couldn't. He realised, just as suddenly, that no matter how similar his sight might have seemed to the idea of true sight he had before, once that he had experienced both, he clearly saw just how different they are. Within seconds of this realisation, Samael was suddenly hit by a wave of nausea, for his mind had started to question everything it saw through Draven’s eyes, rather than simply taking it in as he was doing up to the moment before, and unused to the sort of data it was getting from Draven's brain, it started to rebel. I'm gonna be sick. he thought, as the world span, blurring in front of his eyes, and the only thing keeping him from truly emptying his stomach right there and then was Draven's presence. Somehow, he had kept his soothing touch on Draven's body soothing rather than gripping as he suddenly felt ill, hopefully still appearing calm in Draven's mind, for he was very well aware that nothing good could come out of both of them suddenly starting to panic. He took a few deep, calming breaths, trying to return his mind in the state that it was previously in, but it just wasn't working and he could feel the beginnings of a headache forming behind his eyes.

Damn it. he cursed to himself, before biting into his lip once more, this time until he draw blood, as the pain allowed him to focus on Draven once more. His mind would, seemingly, have to figure out how to settle down all on its own. But it is not that bad. he tried to reassure his boyfriend, realising how stupid his words sounded the moment he had said them, but lacking any others to express himself. You just need to relax a bit. he might not be able to feel what Draven was feeling right now, but he was pretty damned sure that he could guess. Let everything fall into its place. he said, offering to the other boy a piece of advice he wished he could take himself. He wasn’t sure what Draven was seeing at the moment, but he did remember, though not clearly, those confusing childhood days during which he fought a battle with his sight every day, as his powers grew into what they were supposed to be, and he got used to them. Then, however, just as he was about to explain some of what he remembered to Draven so they could figure something out, a loud cry came from the other room, making Draven immediately jump onto his feet, and in turn, making the world in front of Samael's eyes spin one more time before it settled onto something resembling normalcy a few seconds later.

Easy there. he said as he grabbed Draven's arm, standing him on his feet, though he was not all that stable himself. The concept of walking was suddenly confusing and he was not quite sure that he could get them both to Aiden's room safely, but it was quite obvious that he would have to try...
My mother will be there. he said as he realised that his mother will probably rush to the baby's room if she heard him cry for more than usually two to three minutes it took Draven to go into his room and see to his needs. Come, I'll get us there. he said, squeezing Draven's hand softly as he took it into his own. We can see to Aiden and explain this...madness...to my mom. Maybe she'll know how it happened.