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Darkness had fallen. Someone had taken away the scorching sun and with its disappearance, thoughts and recollections had dimmed and finally vanished, shrouded in her unconscious mind. She couldn't tell how long she'd been ensnared in limbo; a forcibly induced oblivion she could not free herself from. Not yet. Had it been minutes, hours, days? Temporal length was a mystery, like everything else. She was stuck in a cold state of mind, only the compassionate press of another body against hers was perceived- the warmth it provided, the tenderness and urgency at work. While she could feel it, the barrenness of her mind could not make sense of it.
The driving force fueling the blow as Saul's foot connected with the wooden door was of great ampleur, but none of it registered in her brain. Four out of five methods of perception were suppressed- Lilin could not smell the musky fragrance that could've hinted at her beau's presence. She could not hear him or his pleas as her body was lowered to the bed. She could not see the intensity of his emerald gaze, nor could she taste the bloody, metallic flavor in the back of her mouth. The Soulstorm heir could do none of that. But she could feel the way he'd lovingly craddled her small frame against his hulking body, the caution exerted as he'd placed her upon his makeshift bed.
With every passing moment and every caress deposited on her body, darkness began to dissipate. It was the touch of her cheek; that slow, unsteady movement of his fingers running down her face that brought her back to reality, back to him. It wasn't a painless procedure; as the fog lifted, the throbbing agony located in her temples intensified. Where there had been nothingness, now there was confusion. She didn't bring her hands up to her head, unable to do anything but force her eyelids to open. Admist the blur, she found Saul's piercing green irises and soon thereafter, her own pools of mediterranean blue began tearing up from the overwhelming discomfort. "It hurts," she murmured through parted lips, her voice inevitably cracking under the pressure exerted on her brain.