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."
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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