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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,087
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The crystal goblet is shatteringly bright, and he peers at me hopefully from around it’s rim, eyes wide. His eyes are a warm topaz, with the lightest flecks of gold around the edges, something that reminds me of summer time, of memories, of the lingering comfort that wraps around me like a blanket whenever he’s close. The glass is throwing reflections against his skin, making him seem paler than usual. A porcelain ghost, perfect in every which way.
His lips are quirked in a half smile, and he tilts the glass in one hand so that the amber liquid sloshes sluggishly, and the sounds blinks me out of my thoughts.
“Leave me alone.”, my voice is measured, steady. I even manage to look into his eyes when I speak, and my hands remain at my side. I won’t bring them up to my chest, I won’t show him the pain. I can’t. I just can’t.
He’s mad, I can tell. Molten eyes are half spiteful, half pleading. Their intensity burns, and I flinch, taking another step backwards.
“Quit bothering me.”, I whisper, frantically, my breath hitching, and the end of the sentence shakes just slightly. But I don’t break. I don’t cave in. He jerks his head up, and my eyes linger unwillingly on the pale curve of his throat, the sensuous way that he moves, graceful even in anger. Beautiful.
Suddenly his arms are around me, and I shudder, violently. And the words that spill out of his mouth are the most horrendous that I have ever heard.
“Don’t you want me?”
Yes. Oh gods yes, I want him. I want to see cheeks flushed, feel sweaty locks tangled in my fist, hear him choke out my name. I want to whisper into his ear, reassure him, tell him that he is the most precious thing in the world.
“No.”
The goblet falls from his hands, and the crystal shatters. Amid the bits and pieces of broken glass, I can see him turning, running away, leaving. I bring shaking hands up to my face. Every thing’s blurry, every thing’s dizzy. Am I going to die?
When the door finally slams, and I can hear his footsteps outside, I’m thinking, with all my might, /please, don’t go./
His lips are quirked in a half smile, and he tilts the glass in one hand so that the amber liquid sloshes sluggishly, and the sounds blinks me out of my thoughts.
“Leave me alone.”, my voice is measured, steady. I even manage to look into his eyes when I speak, and my hands remain at my side. I won’t bring them up to my chest, I won’t show him the pain. I can’t. I just can’t.
He’s mad, I can tell. Molten eyes are half spiteful, half pleading. Their intensity burns, and I flinch, taking another step backwards.
“Quit bothering me.”, I whisper, frantically, my breath hitching, and the end of the sentence shakes just slightly. But I don’t break. I don’t cave in. He jerks his head up, and my eyes linger unwillingly on the pale curve of his throat, the sensuous way that he moves, graceful even in anger. Beautiful.
Suddenly his arms are around me, and I shudder, violently. And the words that spill out of his mouth are the most horrendous that I have ever heard.
“Don’t you want me?”
Yes. Oh gods yes, I want him. I want to see cheeks flushed, feel sweaty locks tangled in my fist, hear him choke out my name. I want to whisper into his ear, reassure him, tell him that he is the most precious thing in the world.
“No.”
The goblet falls from his hands, and the crystal shatters. Amid the bits and pieces of broken glass, I can see him turning, running away, leaving. I bring shaking hands up to my face. Every thing’s blurry, every thing’s dizzy. Am I going to die?
When the door finally slams, and I can hear his footsteps outside, I’m thinking, with all my might, /please, don’t go./