Kryptonite; the pirate with the vampire eyes; Electra’s Dictionary & film noir, (jm muse chronicles)

“Well, I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind

I left my body lyin’ somewhere in the sands of time ....

“You called me strong, you called me weak

But still your secrets I will keep.....

“I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon

After all, I knew it had something to do with you

“I’ll keep you by my side with my super human might....”
                                          —Kryptonite

lyrics from the song by 3 Doors Down


https://youtu.be/Tpl6ncyxLGw

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“It was a bad idea to come back to the City,” Jörn says sitting beside me on the bed, now facing the window as the first light of day touches the sky his fingers touch me absently; I watch him watch the sky alight as it slowly breaks “....especially now with this new virus— don’t go out today, I want you to stay here,” he says now

I watch him blink as the shards within his irises change like a kaleidoscope reacting to the sun, they glimmer

“I think we should go back up north,” he says to me and turns himself to look at me.... and it is something in his eyes that I see .... that I don’t think was there before.... what is that? he looks at me.... I put my hand up to his face as I sit up .... what is it? Only .... no, I have seen this before.

inside the pirate eyes —

but he just looks at me ....in that way ....

he puts his hand around mine that still touches his face but he just looks at me. Looks into me —his pale blond brows drawn now as he stares into my eyes

“I had the dream again, duva,” he says and suddenly takes hold of my face and skull inside both his hands as he moves to me and looks even more intently into my eyes

“Yes,” I say, “I heard you....” I tell him because it woke me as it mixed with my dreams. “And you got up to play that piece again ....”

He shuts his eyes and shakes his head,
“god, it was so real.... do you .... think about why, duva?” he asks me this against my ear

“Yes,” I reply —into his

It is as the sun floods light into the room that we both say together,

“back before the midnight sun ....” and we both shudder

He never usually talks about these things as I think he half chooses not to believe but then.... I guess he must get the images too....

the memories that clutch so within —the heart

sometimes I feel half mad for what I feel only.... the pirate has been with me for so long
now

....but our connection ....is hard to shrug off


“Is this the first time you’ve had the dream since last year?” I ask him

“No.... they seem to happen frequently but I don’t mention it because ....” he pulls his head from me to look into my eyes as he thinks and seems to search for words. For awhile he just studies my face with a kind of wonder and outlines my lips with his thumbs

So I say,
“it was a promise.”

His eyes become sharp as blades as he stares into me with an icy heat,
“yes....”

I realize I’ve been holding my breath

but I can’t hold it now and let it out and search his eyes to see if he knows what it means

Suddenly he says,
“I have to get you out of here.”