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whispering hearts :: darlo :: semper Sept 9, 2015 8:35:15 GMT -5

Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Sept 9, 2015 8:35:15 GMT -5

Darquess.

Doors had open and shut and footsteps had grown louder. Everything had seemed to move so slowly. It was like I hadn't been able to move fast enough, the words choked in my throat as he had opened the door. My naked body had been covered in goosebumps as the cold water danced around me, my hair damp and my cheeks rosey. And then he was there, his eyes dancing over my body his face turning the colour of scarlet. But yet he had not seemed to move fast enough. His movements ever so slow as he turned away, words that I couldn't even hear over my embarrassment thrown over his shoulder as the door shut behind him.

He had seen me naked. Milo Warsaw. The one person who i coudlnt quite determine how I felt towards, had seen me at my most vulnerable. I had tried to tell myself that he had seen nothing, that he had turned away instantly... but I had watched his eyes take me in fully. I had watched as he didn't look away- had he repulsed by what he saw? The pale skin and bones... it hurt to think that he thought that, it hurt to think that maybe he was disgusted by my body.

He had returned moments later, and this time I had tried to cover myself- still lost for wards as he showed me a few hot coals. The thought had been nice and I would have said thanks. Milo was always thinking of me. He always knew how to make me smile, how to defuse an uncomfortable situation- and maybe thats what he thought he was doing the moment he stated to remove his clothing. (His shirt first, my eyes catching a glimpse of solid hard muscle making my heart flutter a little bit faster in my chest, making me realise that I did want to see more of him, more than maybe I should.)

Thats when I had jumped from the tube, momentarily forgetting just how naked I was, my face red- not only from embarrassment from him seeing me naked, but also from my thoughts, from the way they seemed to be getting the better of me- and my body no longer cold but hot- very hot. I had to get a grip of myself. "Wh-what are you doing?" I had screamed at him, climbing from the tub quickly, my slick body slipping on the ground as my feet fought for grip. "Are you insane?" I stare at him for a moment longer, asking myself if maybe I was just over reacting, but before I could change my mind I rush from the room, my bare shoulder brushing against him as I ran across the hallway and enclosed myself in my room. My back against the door as I tried to calm my racing heart.

What had just happened? And why did I feel this way? Why did I feel so disappointed? Staying would have been something that I never would have done. Something that seemed to scary. I was Darquess. I was quiet, I was shy, but yet around Milo I felt confident. I felt like being adventurous, I felt like doing things that I never would have done before meeting him.

Placing my head in my heads I take a deep breath, just what as these feelings that I had for him? Did I like him? Like more than just the friends that we had become? Did I want more from him? Sighing I reach for my night gown, tossing it over my head before sitting on the ground beside the door, wandering what should be my next move.

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whispering hearts :: darlo :: semper Sept 9, 2015 13:43:12 GMT -5

Post by semper on Sept 9, 2015 13:43:12 GMT -5

The stones in my hands are nowhere near the level of heat I'm feeling inside my very core. The curvature of her body is absolutely captivating; pale skin pulling across taut muscles, edges of bones poking up where she bends, the few rolling bumps of her spine. Even with with strands of hair encasing her pristine face in a rather sporadic manner, she's absolutely stunning. I can't help staring until the stones in my hand become so hot that it tears my attention away.

I set them down in the water gently with an obnoxious hissing noise coming from them, hoping they'd heat the water quickly. She deserves a hot bath. Consequently, the sleeves of my shirt end up wet all the way up to my elbows in the process. The way the material clings to my skin after is quite unpleasant, so I reach down to pull it over my head--

And Darq starts talking. Rather loudly, also.

With the shirt resting in front of me with my arms still in the wet sleeves, I watch her silently while she's deeming me insane for taking it off. In just a moment she's scrambled out of the tub and is looking at me, but all I can see is her figure entirely. There again, the slight curves and bony ridges captivate me in such a way that I feel my face start burning again. Thankfully, though, she's darting from the bathroom before I even have a chance to respond.

Her shoulder, however, touches my arm as she rushes by.

It's that light brush that ignites something inside of me. I come to the realization that I like her and that I'm attracted to her. She's beautiful and a sight to behold -- I'm left staring at an empty doorway when she disappears into her room, leaving me by myself, water droplets quietly hitting the floor and the quietening hisses of cooling stones being the only two noises that I can hear aside from my heart racing in my ears.

Very slowly, I peel the rest of my soaking shirt off and pull a chair close to the still-full tub, laying the shirt so that the wet sleeves would drip into the tub. Anxiety's prickling inside of me and I turn carefully, trying to not make any noise, and once again I find myself looking at the door she's hiding behind.

I know I need to go talk to her and explain myself. She's always one that's willing to listen, but with how my heart's racing like a galloping horse inside my chest, I'm not so sure I can form coherent sentences. For once in my life, I'm at a loss for words. I always have some insult or witty remark up my sleeve to whip out and stir things around, but as I step toward the door and raise a slightly trembling fist to quietly knock, I find myself fumbling.

"Hey, Darq?" My lips purse and I bite them gently, apprehensively. "I'm... sorry. My sleeves were wet so I was going to let them dry. I should've asked you first and I realize that now, so... I'm sorry."

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whispering hearts :: darlo :: semper Sept 10, 2015 8:07:57 GMT -5

Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Sept 10, 2015 8:07:57 GMT -5

Darquess.

Everything was quiet. I sat with my head in my hands, my ears listening for any form of movement outside my door. I thought I could hear the shuffling of feet, but maybe I was imagining it, maybe Milo had already left and I was just sitting listening to his ghost. Sighing I climb to my feet, did I even want him to still be here? Would I even be able to face him? Look him in the eye? I try to imagine it, my eyes meeting with his only to remember that he knew, he knew what was under this thin layer of material and instantly my cheeks flamed and my face felt like the sun had reached out, stroking my cheeks with it searing hot rays.

There is a knock at the door and I drop my hands scrambling to my feet instantly. He was still here. Suddenly my stomach starts to flutter with nerves as his voice drifts across into my hearing; "Hey, Darq?" He was one of the few people who called me by that name. My mother was the only other person to ever call me it and the thought makes me smile without me realizing it. I don't respond. I just stand quietly, waiting, my back pressed against the wall beside the door, my eyes closed as I waited for my nerves to chill, as I waited anxiously for his next words.

"I'm... sorry. My sleeves were wet so I was going to let them dry. I should've asked you first and I realize that now, so..."

Instantly I felt like a fool. My mind was to for i the gutters I hand't even realized how wet his sleeves must have been after placing the stones in the water. Maybe I should be the one apologizing...

"...I'm sorry."

"No, no don't be sorry!" before I can even stop myself I a pulling open the door, my eyes looking nervously around the narrow hallway before meeting his own. "I- I mean I was being- I dont know what I was thinking..." I give a small nervous laugh, my eyes dropping yo the ground, my cheeks going slightly rosey. I knew exactly what I thought he was doing. But it did not feel like the right time to say it out loud.

After a few moments I gather the courage to look at him, and I mean actually look at him seeing as though he stood in front of me half bare. At first glance I had failed to notice his lack of clothes, to embarrassed, but now I did not. My eyes worked there way up his muscular chest, following the paths of his toned abdomen making my stomach flutter once again. Never before had I seemed to notice just how attractive he was. I mean, yeah I knew he was attractive, I had seen the way other girls had looked at him when we were together, but never really had I found myself to be drawn to him. But here I was now, unable to figure out these weird feelings and emotions that he seemed to me sending me.

Suddenly I realize that I have been staring, flustered I step back, "You want to come in?" still not able to look the boy directly in the eye.