#sunkissedmaiden

{ 25.My muse kisses yours for the first time }

Sometimes Paul wondered how long would he allow himself to wallow in that pathetic puddle of self-pity. How long would he torture himself and the others around him who dared to bridge the gap Paul had created by being distant. He was human—he wished and dreamed and hoped—dammit and he had feelings too. Moments, urges, where he just said fuck it with inhibitions and worries and doubts and fell into the cravings and urges and lust of things. 

He could be selfish. Just this once.

He licked his lips.

His heart stammered. 

He could… try—just… just once… He would allow himself the pleasure of knowing what a first kiss was all about. 

"Uh… Ammy, close… close your eyes. Just for a second." Paul placed his shaking hands on Ammy’s shoulders, his breath rising and falling erratically. He closed his eyes shut, leaned forward, craned his neck in different angles until he found one just right, and went for the kiss—

Only to bump his forehead against Ammy’s instead. “OW! Oh. Oh God I’m so sorry I have no idea what I was thinking just… just forget about this, okay?”

//DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN. REALLY.

{ 20. Your muse confessing their love }

Oni: demon, ogre, beast—call them what you please. After learning that she wasn’t a human, as she had been raised to believe by Koudou, Chizuru has slowly come to think of herself as some kind of horrid monster. She didn’t really think much of it when she first found out, though it was hard to accept that she wasn’t a human, but as time went on and the Shinsengumi had more encounters with Kazama and his partners, she started to hate herself for something she hadn’t had any control over. The Shinsengumi had vehemently voiced their hatred for the trio of oni time and time again, their anger only growing each time and causing Chizuru to silently hate herself more and more and worry about what the Shinsengumi would think of her as time went on and their feelings towards oni turned to pure and utter hatred. 

Truth be told, the girl wasn’t sure what she was even doing at the small holiday party held in one of the local stores in town. She liked to distance herself from humans as much as possible, and yet here she was, honey-hued gaze flickering around the room. Amaterasu supposed it was to give her something to do besides lounging around all evening again like she had the past couple weeks. Honestly though… if she was just going to stand in the corner like that all night she might as well have just stayed home.

Heaving a soft sigh, she began padding out from her corner, weaving her way through the crowd of mortals, her intent being the door. There was no use staying there if she wasn’t going to socialize, so heading back home was the best option at this point. Wrapping her scarf around her neck, she’d prepared to open the door and take a breath of fresh, cool night air when she collided with someone in the doorway. A soft ‘oof’ echoed from her lips, placing a hand on the door frame to catch herself from falling backwards to the floor. Doe-like hues fluttered up to catch a gaze of burning scarlet, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of rosy pink in response.

If memory served her right, this was the guy who’d almost hit her in the head a couple of days ago with his fancy goblet. His name was Paul, and to say the least she was a bit surprised to run into him here.

"Ahh, g-gomen. I didn’t mean to run into you like that, Paul…" the she-wolf explained with a bashful smile, rubbing her wrist lightly.

No sooner that the words were out of her mouth that her eyes had caught something hanging from the doorway. Oh, it was so sneakily hung that Ammy had almost completely missed it. Mistletoe. It only served to brighten the shade of red her face had turned, her eyes locking on the ground as if it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

No sooner that she had seen it that someone from the crowd behind her whistled suggestively at the sight, a smirk drawing over faces of the guests.

"Hey, look! Someone finally got caught under the mistletoe" Echoed a voice.

Well, it was too late to ignore it now…

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t ever kissed someone before—she had—but in front of so many people like this?! It was embarrassing, even for someone as old as her. All too late to pretend it had never happened though, a few people in the hallway had already started to chant ‘kiss, kiss, kiss' like a couple of middle school children during spin the bottle. The goddess wasn't sure what to do, glancing up at the dark-haired boy with a flushed face.

Lord still Paul's heart for it may flatline at this very second. If there was a world record for brightest face in the form of embarrassment, Paul would win this hands down. 'Why does this always happen to me?' He wanted to cry out to the Heavens. To which Ares would probably boom back: 'BECAUSE YOU'RE A LITTLE PUNK.' 

That has happened before, by the way. Long story. 

He didn't even want to be at this party in the beginning, but Bruno had known the person throwing it and thought he was doing Paul a favor by dragging him out of the bedroom into the real world. Uh, hello?! Did he not notice that Paul was hardcore Simming and his Sims were about to take a big step in their relationship by Woohooing?

Yeah, Paul knew he sounded pathetic, don't judge him.

And he didn't even notice the mistletoe on his way in! It was pure chance that he bumped into Ammy--a familiar face--and in that moment he actually didn't want to drown his head into the punch bowl and hope for the best. But then he heard the wolf whistles and the chanting that said 'Kiss, kiss, kiss!' and he knew his days as a socially-awkward demigod were slowly being numbered.

"I--uh, Ammy. Please don't look at me right now I just--" Words, use your words Paul. Paul threw his hands over his face, hoping to God that if he opened them back up the mistletoe above their heads would turn into something nice and pretty like a petuna or a cute sock or something. 

Sadly that wasn't the case. 

Come on, Paul. Man up. 'I can't kiss a girl. I've never kissed a girl. How does one even begin the process of kissing? This is clearly not embedded into my genetic code.' Should he do it? Should he just press his lips to hers and get it over with? No, that wasn't fair. They'd only just met. And although Paul didn't want a friends label attached because attachment was a huge issue for him, he didn't want to hurt her feelings by giving her the worst kiss of her life.

So he did the next best thing.

ooc; I hope you feel better soon :/ cramps and stress together are one of the worst combinations.