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"Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out."
Both eyebrows were raised. Alerion was surprised, to say at least. Why exactly this was being said to him was not clear to him. "What?" He frowned a little, tilting his head slightly. "Why that--?"
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"Stay a bit longer. I want you in my arms."
"Stay a little bit longer. I want you in my arms."
fascination doesn’t always equate like though he wishes it did when it came to the female before him. it’s a constant push and pull, tugging on each other’s buttons, telling the other they’ll leave only to return in one another’s accepting arms. tonight he has all the will to stop, to tell her, this really will be the last time— but tonight she looks at him with tears in her eyes, stricken with emotions unjustifiable. he doesn’t know the reason why, whether it’s tears of frustration or tears of anger, doesn’t even know if it regards him or their unestablished relationship or something more personal than that.
he’s never dealt well with crying women, unable to even give warm words to a mother who’s done nothing but pat her son on the back when everything else went wrong. an inlet of thoughts filled with fluctuating questions boils within the confines of his mind, insomnia gleaming through the brims of his eyes. withered bones creak as he takes her into an embrace, the only way he knows how to comfort her as lips don’t allow him to slip any words unknown to the tongue. gone is the dynasty of indifference, only aiming for her to calm down and replenish to the woman of smiles, fingers wrapping around her cheeks to wipe her eyes dry.
❝stay a little bit longer. i want you in my arms.❞
in a small and faint whisper he winds up back to where he starts, back to step one to which he’s cursed himself out of— or so he wishes. and just like that he’s back to where he tells himself he wouldn’t return: her.
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The time finally came, it was really happening — he was leaving, this time for good. It didn’t come as a surprise as he had been distant for a while but, her heart, however, was shattered into tiny pieces that would impossible to be put back together. Once he put his foot out of that door, she knew that it would be last time they saw each other…no more accidental meetings and no more arranged ones. Forever together had slipped out from the spaces between her fingers, it was now gone…forever. A heavy, desperate sigh slipped past her lips, it just showed how doleful her heart had became — all because of him.
❝ Kiss me hard before you go. ❞
it's an endless cycle of tomorrow and next time, of careless actions such as stop and go. it's hard to draw a line when thomas feels it isn't right, though something so wrong shouldn't feel so good either. it's all sexual tension, or so he thinks— but if asked sincerely, he'd beg to differ. he doesn't do this, doesn't know how he stumbles upon the thin line of pull and push, of the small possibility of finding himself standing on the edge of fall and fail. he refuses to turn around and bid goodbye because compelling upon the fearsome storm she's become is something he's never been able to do.
yet — with the faintest breath upon his lips he falls against his will.
with a hand running through disheveled locks, he turns on his heel and strides back to the bed, his weight dipping down as he presses both palms against the mattress. merely pressing his lips against hers, inches away from the flesh of her mouth. the corners of his lips sloping into a smirk, eyebrow inclined as he asks, ❝isn't that a special rule of yours? never to give you a goodbye kiss.❞
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”…no, it doesn’t. You’re just stupid in general.”
"Am I really that dumb-- I still don't get what I did wrong to make you call me stupid..."
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It had been some rough days at the exams were coming up, the preparations were something that Hayden always seemed to miss since he found himself too lazy to even care. This time it had been different, his adoptive parents scolding him for the last results, as they knew he were able to do better. But the amount of concentration that it took and patience, was something that he lacked at. The truth was, he would rather be out most of the day and spend his time on doing all sorts of crazy things; but here he was, stuck at the library in the university -- books sprawled out in front of him, but also on both sides to him. When seeing the amount of work he could feel how his own body crumbled slowly down into his seat, thick fingers slowly raking through his hair. Almost making half of it had made him proud of himself, but when reaching to a question that he had been stuck on for at least the last half an hour; his head laid down atop his palm, eyes running over the pen written question, slowly having lids fall heavily over both of his eyes as a slumber had pulled him in instead -- or at least you could simply say he had given up, but he weren't able to return home before having done them.
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The showering water ahead of Nicholas' eyes made his eyesight lock into the glimmering sun reflected on the water drops as he held a flower in his hands, cupping the gentle petals of the thornless rose he happened to collect. Smelling the sweet scented plant, Cole, as most named him, was enjoying the sunlight that sweetly touched his skin, that made him feel alive and human. Cole loved humanity as much as a child loves their precious little treasure, their most important possession, a possession that could fade but that they kept intact as long as they didn't lose it. Leaning against the pedestrians' path over the bridge, Cole fed the old Han, the petals he teared off one by one, whispering the love-me-not he has always seen his sister Scarlet do. That reminded him of her and of how positive she stayed. And that gave him hope.
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She's at the foot of a nearby convenient store, most likely taking shelter from the rain. And he-- he was too. So of course he was inclined to surface a conversation. At least to attempt one. So he's smiling, a crafty kind of smile as he leans his frame in her direction. Still, a considerably fair amount of distance is between them. "You know, you look a lot like a model. Anyone ever tell you that?"
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"Eh? Miss, is it a past-time of yours to fall asleep on people in trains?" Luka’s French accent is getting fainter by the month, but he can still hear it himself in his words. He shoves that thought away, face turned towards the sleepy woman.
"Je ne l’avais jamais vu moi-même dans cette situation avant…"
