Eye

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“You feel any wiser?”

Acacia looked up at Dipper from the eyepatch she had been bedazzling. He steeled himself to not visibly react to the wreck that had been made of her right eye, to the mass of gauze and bandages and tape that covered a fourth of her face.

To quell the fury that threatened to flood him, that wanted to burn the world and dance on the ashes for daring to hurt his nibling, his Pole Star.

(He wanted to kill every last person that had touched her, to feast upon their souls, but Henry had beaten him to the punch.)

Her mouth crooked in a half smile and she laid her handiwork down in her lap. “Uncle Dipper, I’m not Hank or Willow. What the fuck are you talking about?”

He sat on the edge of her hospital bed, the weight of his body felt only by her. The nurse on duty had fainted earlier when she had come in to see a demon dancing attendance on her patient, so incorporeal he stayed for now.

“The Norse god, Odin. He sacrificed an eye to gain wisdom and knowledge. So,” he waved a hand at her face. “Feel any smarter? Any world shaking insights to share?”

A deep, throaty laugh tore it’s way out of her mouth, followed by some snorting. “I just feel sore. And gross. And itchy. Don’t feel any smarter.” She held up the eyepatch she had been working on. “Now, what do you think about this? Reina thinks having an eye on an eyepatch is tacky but I think it’s hysterical-”

Acacia went on but Dipper barely heard her over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, the world giving way around him.

He wanted to think that this…that this…that Acacia losing an eye had some deeper meaning. That it was one last machination from Bill (but Bill was dead, long dead and scattered to the wind). Or that fate would lead Acacia into deeper insights with the loss of an eye (but the Sight didn’t work like that.)

What happened to his niece was meaningless. There was no good reason, nothing gained. No greater hand of destiny was responsible, only the petty desires of a ghost from Stan’s past. It was stupid and chaotic and he hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t been able to prevent it. He could suck the life from the ground around him, devour souls with no bargain, and one day he would be able to crush worlds if he so chose (he felt it in his bones.)

Yet he hadn’t been able to keep one of the people he loved most in the world (his his his) from losing an ounce of flesh. All of this power at his command and he still couldn’t control everything, couldn’t order the the world the way he wished. He should have known, he should have been able to stop this he should have-

“Uncle Dipper?”

Dipper snapped out of his reverie, to find his niece looking at him with fond exasperation. It was a look that was on Mabel’s face frequently.

“Honestly,” she said with a smile on her face. “It’s okay Uncle Dipper. Shit happens. You just roll with it and keep on going.”

“But…”

Acacia huffed, blowing some of her curly hair out of her face. “What upsets me is seeing you mope by my bed. Come on and make yourself useful; can you get me some more stones for bedazzling from my house?”

Dipper took a deep breath in, a breath out. Reminded himself that he didn’t know everything. That those he loved still had a thing or eight to reach him.

“What’s in it for me Pole Star?”

“I can totally bedazzle your suit jacket.”

“Deal.”