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Mason Buchanan had the build of a Greek statue with all the perks of being a warm body, readily available at her beck and call. Heโd seemed as cold and unapproachable as stone in the beginning. It had intrigued and surprised Aurora to slowly begin to peer at a side of him that was warm and even inviting.ย It hinted at a softness that lay beneath layers of hard armor and scarred skin. She wanted to know more. What birthed that desire, besides a carnal want and mere curiousity, was very unclear to her.ย
Perhaps she kept him around, if only to remind herself that even the darkest individuals carried within them a light that she could find - however hidden and neglected it might be. Maybe it proved she had to embrace her natural inclination to seek out the worst people that the world could offer. No matter the reason, Mason would always hold a place in her life as a friend and someone she would care for. The rest and reasons were secondary to that unspoken promise - one the girl held for so many people.
โIs it really?โ Aurora laughed lightly, raising dark brows at Mason as she balled up the shirt of his that she found. โYou may be able to mentally snap any bone in the body that you want, but Iโm sure you canโt name fiveย of them with all that your laziness has helped,โ she joked and threw the shirt at him with keen and playful precision, getting it to land on his face.ย It took some willpower not to chuckle.ย Aurora had gazed around the room for her own shirt but between the shoving, kissing and clumsy journey bed-ward half an hour ago, it seemed to have gotten lost. ย
Aurora smirked and plopped down at the side of the bed to reach over and look beside him.ย โYou donโt bother me, Mason. Unless youโre hiding my shirtโฆ in which case youโre gonna start toโฆโ She sighed and sat back down, nudging his arm with playful impatience. โMason.โ Whether or not he took her favorite black crop top, he definitely wasnโt being very helpful looking for it.ย
He was human, beneath it all -- this reminder was her healing power.ย
Mason had seen her heal physical wounds, and had even felt his own skin mend beneath her hand. He had heard the snap of bones falling back into place, felt the rush of blood cleaned and pumped into dead organs; and yet this was the sort of healing he wondered at. For so long, he had prided himself on his coldness, his unapproachability. Weapons were not meant to bend; they were meant to be cold, to cut without question. But here, he was malleable. Here, he was human.ย
A human who laughed. One escaped him now, and he rolled it over and over in his mouth, savoring the unfamiliar taste. He stood upon a great precipice at all times, ever peering down into the dark; but here, for a moment, he turned his face upward, and allowed himself to behold the sun. All at once, he was a young boy in an overlarge uniform, a boy before manhood, before power, before decay. All at once, he was headstrong and boisterous, the heir to a legacy, and not a doom. He had shrugged on this new darkness like finery, but Mason could not ignore how nice it felt -- at her hand -- to look upward.ย
โLaziness?โ he feigned indignation before his voice muffled, face covered by his shirt. Snatching it away, he could not temper the rumbling laugh that continued in his chest.ย โWere you present for the last hour? I wouldnโt call thatย โlazyโ at all.โ A sheen of sweat still sat upon his brow; he wiped it away with his shirt and tossed it aside, far too kept in his own ego to be modest. Instead, he turned his attention to the last article of clothing that she yet missed, which tangled in the sheets beneath his thigh. Mason took it up, the swath of black fabric small enough to fit in his fist, and dangled it just beyond her reach.ย
โIs this what youโre looking for?โ he mused,ย โYouโre so eager to leave, Aurora. Are you so quick to be rid of me?โ He leaned back on the bed, resting upon his forearms, her shirt still dangling between his fingers. The moment she put it on, the moment she left, he knew that pretense would return, and the laughter, the ease, would lock away once more, hidden until their next meeting. Medicinal. He was addicted.ย
โSay please.โ










