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it must be eden’s turn to check on her. so far, she’s seen chelsea, lucille, zelda, and camilla. it’s like clockwork every saturday. she hears a knock around eleven in the morning, and in comes a friend with brunch and weekend plans. she wonders who might be next on the list. she can hear eden clattering in her kitchen -- surely cleaning up for her. soon she’ll get better -- she has to.

arms hang loosely against her legs, her knees tucked up to her chest, her chin resting on her knee. and in her vision, is the picture they took together. ( that has to have been [ … ] the very first week he was there. ) they’re both beaming. they became friends so fast. ( she fell so fast. ) eyes glance off of the photo to watch eden walk around to the front of the couch. she mentions something about putting the photo away, and turning off the sad music -- but anya finds she can’t.

( she’d rather miss him than forget him. )

@oriaes sent !

my dear orias,

i’m not sure why i’m doing this -- you will never see this. but you won’t answer my calls, and i’m not sure what else i can do. i have all these thoughts swimming in my head. all i can think of is you. all i knew this morning when i woke, is i know something now that i didn’t before. ( brown eyes and freckles and your smile. ) your eyes look like coming home. and i wish i could run to you -- i hope you know that.

i told myself -- don’t get attached. i just miss hanging out with you. i’d like to hang out with you for my whole life. the truth is -- i’ve been loving you for quite some time [ … ] you think it’s funny when i’m mad. i wish you would have stayed.

losing you was blue like i’ve never know. miss you is dark gray -- i’m all alone. forgetting you is like trying to know someone i’ve never met. oh, but loving you -- loving you was burning red.

touching you was like realizing all i’ve ever wanted was right in front of me. memorizing you was as easy as knowing all the songs to my old favorite song. regretting you is like wishing i never found out love could be so strong. moving on from you is impossible.

it’s probably better off this way, but i confess -- in my dreams, you’re touching my face and asking me if i want to try. and every time i don’t -- i almost do.

come back [ … ] be here. i don’t want to miss you like this.

forever yours,

@oriaes sent !

she’s humming along quietly with the soft 70s music she has playing while she cooks breakfast. she still feels a bit sore -- but she doesn’t mind. she places a strawberry between her teeth and sinks into it, as she listens to the sound of him leaving her room. she feels like she can hear each step he takes -- and it causes butterflies to erupt into a swarm in her belly.

she hears a soft yawn behind her, before strong arms are wrapping around her torso. she giggles softly, as one hand moves to rest against his. she opens her mouth to speak, but stops when his fingers grip against her wrist. he pulls her arm softly, spinning her around in the process.

eyebrow furrow as he speaks his question : who did this to you ? ( she doesn’t have to wonder if her confusion is evident. ) he holds her arm up to her eyes, showcasing the soft -- already beginning to fade -- bruises dusting her skin. her eyes return to him, her head tilting to the side as she studies his face. ( he really doesn’t know ? )

“you did that to me.” she brings her free hand to his, wrapping around where his fingers enclose her wrist. “don’t worry -- they don’t hurt. i like them.” she pulls softly against his hand, waiting until they’re chest to chest, before she’s leaning on her toes and pressing a deep kiss against his lips. when she finally pulls away, she pushes herself even higher, until her lips are next to his ear, where she whispers. “i like the ones on my legs even more.”

@oriaes sent !

how could she not see it before ? feet have stumbled into her room. her robe was lost somewhere between here and her front door -- so was his shirt. her fingers dance delicately over his bare chest. ( she can remember the first time she touched him with this much thought -- how she had been buried beneath blankets, wanting nothing more to have the world swallow her whole. this is so much better. ) her lungs feel like they’re on fire -- she thinks she can’t breathe, she is too filled with him. ( she doesn’t care. )

@oriaes sent !

a deep blush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks. ( thankfully her hair hides the bright tips of her ears. ) who knew demons were so [ … ] charming ? eyes move from his to the table. she has to admit, it feels a little silly to call this their first date -- but it’s technically true. bodies have already been intertwined in nearly every way possible -- but they’ve never done this. this is new. this is [ … ] nerve wracking.

@oriaes sent !

she has absolutely no idea where she's going -- he gave her directions, told her where to turn and which way. but somewhere between turn six and eight she'd gotten confused. now, she feels like she's running around hell blindly -- and why is that : because she is.

@oriaes sent !

she’s found a comfortable place next to him, and she wonders if this will be the rest of her life. waking up earlier than any sane person should just to enjoy each other’s company before their separate days start.

her eyes are busy tracing the slope of his nose. ( this this they have is a masterpiece. but surprisingly, she’s not waiting for it to be ruined. ) his voice, though soft, punctures the silence that has fallen between them. i wish it wasn’t four am. a small smile twitches against her lips, as she lets her hand move from under her cheek and find his. ( remember when she was nervous to touch anyone. ) fingers tangle together, and she brings them to her lips, where she presses a soft kiss to each of his knuckles.

@oriaes sent !

she’s bent over her rose bush, trying to find ones ready for cutting -- careful not to touch those still blooming when the glass door slides open. the question raises alarm bells in her mind, and she turns quickly. she doesn’t even flinch as a thorn slices against her fingertip.

@oriaes sent !

i’ll do anything you say -- if you say it with your hands. she can’t fight the shiver that falls over her as his fingertips trail over the spin of her back. ( he is quicksand, and she will not ask for a rope. ) the bare skin of their legs touch and she feels a new kind of shiver take over her body. no one has ever been this kind to her -- this kind to her body. there is no one else who could come close to what he has brought her.

she adjusts slightly, and lets her hand find his arm. her fingers are as soft as his -- tracing softly against him. she’s is slow, as she moves up his arm, until she lets her hand rest against his forearm. her eyes find his again, and she moves slightly again, letting her lips fit against his. she is slow, and giving.

@oriaes sent !

she still feels a little dizzy -- how long has she been here ? how much blood had been drained in that span ? she can barely keep her head up, she feels like she could sleep for years. ( maybe that’s what she should do -- just sleep. ) hands touch against her face, and she flinches softly, until her eyes open and find his. ( oh, sweet relief. ) “orias.” his name tumbles past her split lip, and she smiles despite the pain.

@oriaes sent !

anya stands under the hot stream of water, letting it pour over her face as memories of the night before play in her head. she can see the entire night. the loud knocking pulling her from her sleep, finding him standing in her doorway. ( i’m in love with you. i’m in love with you. i’m in love with you. ) she knows it’s not just the heat of the water causing her cheeks to turn a new shade of pink. she turns and lets the water pour over her hair.

eyebrows furrow as she hears the bathroom door open and close softly. she considers peaking from behind the shower curtain, but before she can reach for it, it’s being pulled back and orias is coming into her line of vision. she’s not sure why, but she feels her arm come up to cover herself. ( silly girl, he’s seen and felt everything already. )

eyes try their hardest to stay on his face as red burns against her features. he looks [ … ] giddy. happy. a smile pulls at her lips at the thought. ( he came back. )