{Fading} as I follow you; [Dars]
Jan 3, 2013 15:23:54 GMT -5
Post by Python on Jan 3, 2013 15:23:54 GMT -5
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(I’m rich now, I can do whatever I want). Over twelve months had passed since they had first encountered one another, since they’d first kissed under her roof, and since they’d suddenly turned into the couple nobody expected to last, but even Jamarion - stubborn bully and household asshole - couldn’t deny that he had never felt more happier in his lifetime. Yes, there were some family issues and nasty conflicts that needed to be addressed and resolved (or rather ignored by someone like Jamar) and yes, he knew he shouldn’t feel thankful that Klaus had been forced to kill his own comrades to inherit the riches that had dragged them into fame, but when glancing past the rusty surface Jamarion could see the shining silver and glorious gold that was his own life. Did he care about all of the flaws of the Goravich family? Yes, partially, but while he was big brother Goravich with a few new responsibilities he was also a careless and selfish ass, and at this moment all he really wanted to think about was this time spent with Sephera Greene.A touch of winter, a sprinkle of snow, and a sky enveloped in somber clouds reminded the couples of district three that the harsh season was still in full force, driving children back into the warmth of their homes after they tossed snowballs at each other and sipped hot chocolate in cafes. It was a bitter season to spend exposed in the outdoors to mother nature’s cruelty, but this weather, however, didn’t stop Jamarion Goravich from treading through the white blankets to visit his girlfriend in the comforts of her small home, and it certainly didn’t stop him from stealing her away from the house to take her on yet another date where he showered her with money and food an gifts she probably didn’t need
The two sat perched upon her front porch, bodies huddled together and wrapped in layers of sweaters and coats to shield them from winter’s icy breath. He crushed the styrofoam cup previously filled with steaming hot chocolate in his hands, eyes focused on the frosted floor of the earth rather than the girl beside him. Jamarion had never been known to be much of a deep thinker, but at this moment he was distracted by his own contemplation - specifically, an idea that had been consistently nagging at his brain like a bumblebee buzzing around his ears every second of the day. It was an idea both wonderful and conflicting, and although Jamarion had a reputation of fearlessness to upkeep he knew he was extremely worried of what Sephera’s reaction would be if he touched this subject. She could push him away, ignore him, or worse - she could dump him, and he was positive he didn’t want to lose her or this relationship they’ve shared. Still, with the idea pinching the insides of his skull he could hardly bear to stifle it and keep his mouth shut. So, with the temptation lurking near the tip of his tongue, he parted his lips and shattered their peaceful silence with a question. ”Seph?” He waited for the pale eyes to meet his own before he continued. ”Can I, er, ask you something?”
Suddenly, a feeling of overwhelming dread and hesitation smothered him into silence. It was too late to swallow his words now - they had already been tossed out into the open to be analyzed and criticized by his curious girlfriend. And how would she react when he continued? Would she be mortified, surprised, delighted? Would she say yes? Would she reject him? He didn’t want to think of the worst case scenario, because he knew he couldn’t afford to lose an entire years worth of affection and bonding. All of those mornings spent thinking about what they would do next, how he could impress her and keep her happy while trying to improve his rowdy and rash behavior. All of those afternoons spent awkwardly trying to adjust to physical contact when Jamarion was so used to keeping to himself and shoving or striking those that dared challenge him or snap at him. All of those evenings spent wrapped in each other’s arms after they had finally gathered the courage to breathe the steam in a room of passion. Did he really want to lose everything because of one, stupid question that didn’t even matter? Well, actually, it did matter. It mattered to him, and perhaps that is why he chose not to avoid her gaze for so long, and eventually swallowed the lump in his throat to clean his windpipe and just blurt the words out like he always did.
”Will you move in with me?”
Congratulations, Jamarion. You've just dug yourself into a fucking hole.
And he may not be able to climb out of it again.
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