Being blinded certainly wasn’t something that Kenshi ever expected to happen—but here he was;his sight taken by Mileena. But..it wasn’t like it was difficult to adjust to life without sight. It was pretty easy, actually.

It just meant he had to use his other senses more. Touch,sound,and it was like everything was normal. Well,as normal as it could be.

The only thing that he didn’t quite like about it was that he wasn’t able to see your face. Sure,he had a picture of your face in his mind,but it wasn’t the same as actually seeing you. Having his eyes scan over your features,every little detail—damn,did he take that for granted.

Though,maybe something else could fill that little void—and Kenshi actually had an idea on what that something was.

So here he was;sat comfortably on the couch with you on his lap,his fingers lightly tracing your features—the bridge of your nose,your jawline,every flaw and perfection—just so he could get that perfect image of you in his head..and it was another way that he could appreciate you.