Page 84 of Nixx
Finally, the threat that was hovering around us is eradicated. I quickly wipe myself and hurry to the sarcophagus where Sarah lies. Alas, no change for the moment.
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The damn sarcophagus has been closed for seven days. Eva told me that it had never been closed for so long. The anxiety does not leave me. I don't dare to force the opening, terrified of what I might find inside. I lose my mind little by little, disoriented by the absence of my Life Partner.
I open my eyes and get up for this seventh day of waiting. Like every morning, I wait for the green light to indicate that the repair process has resumed with the sunrise. After a few moments, the famous light turns green. Good.
I am startled to see that the other light is no longer red, as it has been for a week now. It is now orange. This light is supposed to indicate that the patient's life is out of danger, and that the last repairs are optional.
I try not to open it at all costs and make sure that my kitten is still alive. This last phase of waiting seems to me even longer than the week of agony that has passed. But I wait.
About two hours later, the light turns green. I swallow hard. The wait is over, but suddenly I can't find the strength.
Wishing so hard to open that damn box and be paralyzed at the final moment. I knew it, being a Uni male makes you weak. With a sigh, I decide. I put my hand on the lid and it gently tilts.
My heart misses a beat as I lay eyes on my beauty. Sarah is asleep. A few traces of dried blood still stain her alabaster skin. But her face is no longer swollen, her bones are no longer broken. With delicacy, I frame her face with my hands.
"Kitten . . ."
Her long black eyelashes open on the purest green eyes. My beautiful companion seems disoriented.
“Nixx . . .”
I do not resist anymore this need which torments me without slackening for one week without end; I melt in her mouth and kiss her with reverence, infinitely grateful for this unhoped-for chance to be able to do it again. She slightly straightens the bust.
My hands plunge into her fiery hair, caress the softness of her neck, then the beautiful roundness of her shoulders, then go down from the top of her back to her waist.
Suddenly, I freeze. This can't be true. In disbelief, I gently run my hands over her shoulder blades. I close my eyes, holding back the tears that fill them as best I can.
“Nixx?” she asks me, worried.
“Kitten, let me take you out of this sarcophagus,” I say to her gently, whereas I have only one desire, to take her out abruptly, to look at her back and to confirm my suspicions.
She tilts awkwardly the feet and putting them on the ground, gets up slowly.
Standing in front of me, she looks at me, forbidden. Holding her gently by the shoulders, I turn her around.
By all the Winds! The two most magnificent wings I have ever seen now adorn her delicate back. They shimmer in a cacophony of reds and oranges to match her hair.
Overwhelmed by an incomparable emotion, I cannot find the words. I turn her over again, and hug her tightly, stammering a litany of thanks to those who made this miracle possible.
Taken by an instinct stronger than her, Sarah suddenly feels the need to spread her wings.
As she unfolds them, she realizes her gesture and exclaims:
“Well, fuck it then!”
She looks at me puzzled. And as my Sarah is like that, she bursts out a sunny laugh. Unable to wait any longer, I grab her in my arms and take her to our house, warning Lokk briefly in passing.
“Lokk, Sarah is awake. We are going home. I do not wish to be disturbed under any circumstances.”
Sarah.
