Surprise (Artemyst and Aristaos)
May 4, 2016 21:09:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 4, 2016 21:09:19 GMT -5
 ARISTAOS GABRIS D I S T R I C T 1 S E V E N T E E N air-iss-TAY-os | Aristaos flinched as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, his eyes automatically clenching shut, and for a second he was relieved of the dreary, familiar sight of the school hallways. The hand gripped tightly and his eyes flew open again. He heard laughter as he was spun around to face the person who had grabbed him-- someone named Ereben, whom he had gone to school with for years. "Scared?" Ereben asked, his blues eyes glinting with amusement as Taos recovered from his initial surprise and looked up at him, pulling his lips into a confident grin and crossing his arms as easily as he could with that hand on his shoulder. "Hell no," Taos answered, and he was so well practiced that his voice sounded amused too, without a trace of fear in it. "Just surprised that you like me enough to want to get this close." He raised an eyebrow and pointedly glanced back and forth over the tiny distance between him and Ereben. It worked. Ereben curled his lip and let go of him, pushing him backwards. Taos laughed as he stumbled back a step, his long arms quickly untangling from each other in an involuntary attempt to gain some balance as he fell against the wall of the hallway. He straightened himself up, bracing himself against the wall. He had fallen against an old bruise on his back, but that was nothing. It was barely enough pain to be noticed, when Taos knew he deserved so much more. "You keep following me everywhere," Taos continued, shrugging his shoulders as if what he was saying was obvious. "People are gonna think you've got a thing for me." "Shut up," Ereben growled, his voice full of disgust. Understandably so, Taos, thought. Nobody "had a thing" for Taos. Ereben suddenly stepped towards Taos, crowding him against the wall, making him flinch again. "After this no one's gonna have to guess about what I think of you." He drove his fist into Taos's stomach, making him grunt and start to double over, but Ereben roughly grabbed his shoulders and forced him straight again, pushing him against the wall. Taos vaguely wondered how ugly the bruise would be if he looked at it later. It felt like this one would take a while to fade, but no one would see it anyway, not like if it was on his face-- Ereben let go of one of Taos's shoulders and Taos had a second to wonder why, and then Ereben's free fist slammed into the side of Taos's head. Black spots exploded across his vision. The blow reverberated through his body as he was thrown backward into the wall and slid down against it. People would definitely see this bruise. It would spark many carefully neutral expressions, expressions that pretended not to notice, even if the colors of the bruise screamed for attention. Taos swallowed, dazedly realizing that he was embarrassed, on his hands and knees while Ereben loomed over him and barked, "Get up." Taos should not be this helpless, it was disgusting, and he was sick of himself. "I dunno, I kinda like it down here," Taos grunted, even while attempting to pull himself to his feet. It was difficult. His ears were ringing and his head spun. The whole left side of his face felt numb; his words slurred clumsily. Maybe Ereben didn't actually want Taos to get up, because his boot-clad foot sped like a bullet towards his stomach, and hit him, hard. Taos did not have time to try to repress a cry of pain as he landed on the floor on his side, half curled up, the dirt of the floor gritty against his face. There. Now the pain was distracting, now Taos could hardly think about anything else, right now nothing else mattered. It didn't matter that Aristaos was weak. BY CHELSEY |
