Plague: Loss of Sight

[creativequeen]

Sight is very important to an architect. Ariadne always got a feel for what she she would create from studying the buildings and their facades closely. When she woke up free of her cold, but without any sight she could have cried. However she was made of sterner stuff than that

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[eamesofdreams]

Eames is wandering the corridors of their new home when he hears Ariadne calling out. He's not about to ignore her when she sounds like that, plaintive, on the edge of panic. Moving his way through the hall, he finds his way to her bedroom. It takes him barely a moment to see her feeling her way across the wall before he's at her side, hand on her elbow.

"Love? What's wrong?"

[creativequeen]

"Eames?" she turns her head towards his voice. "Do....do my eyes look alright to you?"

[eamesofdreams]

It's the way she's moving that really tells him something's not quite right, the way she twists to the sound of his voice rather than his obvious presence.

"Darling, can you see me?"

[creativequeen]

"No..." she's trying to keep the panic out of her voice as she steps in closer to him. "I can't make out anything."