moved.

❝We’ll — you’re not my type anyways.❞

❝You’d most likely just lay there.     Boring as a rock.

❝ Right, yes. A rock--I'm completely wounded   by the comparison. And I'm sure   somehow I'll be able to over look the   error of dismissing what would   have been an absolutely repulsive experience. ❞

❝---. . . ❞ Give it a second.

❝— Still a virgin?❞

"I’m getting sleepy."

"You look tired."

"I’m going to bed."

"Are you joining me?"

"I’ll be waiting for you."

"Can you keep in down? I’m trying to sleep."

"Turn off those lights!"

"It’s time for bed."

"But I don’t want to go to sleep."

"I’m not tired."

"Can you tuck me in?"

"Good night."

"Sleep tight!"

"Don’t let the bed bugs bite!"

"Do you want me to laid down with you?"

"Sweet dreams!"

"Can you tell me a story?"

"Can you sing me a lullaby?"

"Can I sleep with you?"

"I had a nightmare."

"I can’t sleep."

        No, it’s really not. Polaris can tell         that the other is trying. A little too         hard, at that. Though her efforts          draw a smirk across thin pierced lips.

                She takes a step closer to Virgo,                 anticipating just how uncomfortable                 it’s going to make the zodiac.

Of course, with that step forward she takes two back. She tries to be nonchalant in chaffing her arms because goosebumps have suddenly sprung along the surface of her skin but it all looks deliberate so painfully obviously that in this particular person's presence she'd rather be buried underneath a hill of boulders.

     ❝Aries--? ❞ Of course, Aries.        Who else would they refer       to as her girlfriend.       Boyfriend? God dammit.