Post by xx snakey on Feb 8, 2009 0:38:10 GMT -5
"Shush now." He traced his thumb lightly over my lips, deep blue eyes gazing into mine with a fire like no other I'd seen. "I won't hurt you... I promise."
But, All I can Remember is the pain...
Maybe I'm Just Blind
Oneshot by Snakey
rating-PG-13 for suggestive themes and mild sexual contact.
Him... He was the start of something horrid, something I couldn't see, for to me, it was love.
I remember the rain, the way it pounded against the pavement by my feet and soaked through my already damp and dirty clothes. I remember the way the moon looked too, like a huge eye, staring down at me, watching over me. I stared back at it, my green eyes glinting in the night, my tears masked by the rain. And he came.
He was tall, and thin, with a square jaw and handsome face. The kind of guy that sleeps with your wife. His hair was a brunette mop that flopped over his eyes, which were like crystal orbs of blue. I could estimate he was in his mid twenties, his eyes still held a bit of warmth and kindness, innocence. Though, when your done reading this, you'll know it's a lie.
So I was there, just standing in the middle of the street at midnight with no where to go, because, in truth, I'd die if I went home. He came walking down the street, it was an agate lope, quick and meaningful, he held a newspaper over his head. I saw him, but I didn't care. He saw me, and turned his lope towards my stance, curiosity in those beautiful eyes.
"You lost?" I turned to him, his words sliding into my auds like velvet over lace, his voice was deep and strong, but had a hint of concern, giving it that desirable texture. "No." I let the word fall to the ground and splash threw a puddle. I watched it run away. It was like me, a run away. I turned my eyes back to him, "why do you care?" He laughed, "Well your just out here, why don't you come with me? I'll get you warm and back home, 'mkay?" I looked him up and down, at the hand he extended, and nodded, a minuscule movement. "Okay." I watched the word fall away and flee as well, just as the light had from my eyes.
His apartment was cold, with a damp hair. I could hear him stumble about, looking for the lights. My eyes glinted, and he cursed as he found an open window. Suddenly the burst of illumination into the room made me squint, then as my eyes adjusted I say it was actually a cluttered space, with a saggy couch in one corner and one same table in the center of the room. Papers, boxes, files, they were scattered throughout the place, on the floor, the table, the pitiful plant in the corner, everything. He shivered as he walked back in, handing me a towel. "Sorry it's such a mess, I don't have much time to clean." He picked up a stack of papers, frowned and threw them on the table, laughing a little. It sounded fake. "what do you do?" He looked at me and smiled, "I'm an attorney." I nod, that sounds right. "So, can I get you something? Do you want to take a shower?" I shake my head, I don't want to be here, I want to go home, to my real home. "uh, well, why don't I get you some clean clothes to sleep in?" I nod, that sound nice.
He disappears down the hall, and returns with some sweat pants and a t shirt. Not my style, but okay. When he smiles at me, I smile back, but I don't know why, there's just this feeling in my chest, it aches, and I hate it. He tells me I can change in the bathroom, so I do.
When I come back, He's set up a bed on the couch, where he'll sleep, he says. He tells me there's clean sheets on his bed, so I can sleep there. I refuse. He insists so I do, I don't know why, but I do.
His bed is warm, it feels good to sleep on a real mattress, I only can at my home, but I'm not going back there anytime soon. They hate me. His sheets are soft, silky, and I fall into the abyss of sleep soon. My body is so tired, it doesn't ache anymore, it's just numb.
I stir at his hand, it's on me, on my cheek, his thumb slowly caressing my skin. It's a contrast to my paleness. He smiles, but it's different. He knows I'm awake. I can feel his lips then, and my reaction is involuntary. the blush on my cheeks makes him smiles, and he whispers something my still drowsy mind can't compute.
"you'll be alright." I hear, his lips touch my earring, and I shudder. "It won't last long." I let out a slight moan, his lips tugging at mine, and my previously numb body is now super sensitive. "Shush now." He traces his thumb lightly over my lips, deep blue eyes gazing into mine with a fire like no other I'd seen. "I won't hurt you... I promise."
By now, if your reading this, I'm long gone. I was killed in a traffic accident a day later, fleeing from the very man I thought I loved. I am Seiji Akahari, and I pray forgiveness.
But, All I can Remember is the pain...
Maybe I'm Just Blind
Oneshot by Snakey
rating-PG-13 for suggestive themes and mild sexual contact.
Him... He was the start of something horrid, something I couldn't see, for to me, it was love.
I remember the rain, the way it pounded against the pavement by my feet and soaked through my already damp and dirty clothes. I remember the way the moon looked too, like a huge eye, staring down at me, watching over me. I stared back at it, my green eyes glinting in the night, my tears masked by the rain. And he came.
He was tall, and thin, with a square jaw and handsome face. The kind of guy that sleeps with your wife. His hair was a brunette mop that flopped over his eyes, which were like crystal orbs of blue. I could estimate he was in his mid twenties, his eyes still held a bit of warmth and kindness, innocence. Though, when your done reading this, you'll know it's a lie.
So I was there, just standing in the middle of the street at midnight with no where to go, because, in truth, I'd die if I went home. He came walking down the street, it was an agate lope, quick and meaningful, he held a newspaper over his head. I saw him, but I didn't care. He saw me, and turned his lope towards my stance, curiosity in those beautiful eyes.
"You lost?" I turned to him, his words sliding into my auds like velvet over lace, his voice was deep and strong, but had a hint of concern, giving it that desirable texture. "No." I let the word fall to the ground and splash threw a puddle. I watched it run away. It was like me, a run away. I turned my eyes back to him, "why do you care?" He laughed, "Well your just out here, why don't you come with me? I'll get you warm and back home, 'mkay?" I looked him up and down, at the hand he extended, and nodded, a minuscule movement. "Okay." I watched the word fall away and flee as well, just as the light had from my eyes.
His apartment was cold, with a damp hair. I could hear him stumble about, looking for the lights. My eyes glinted, and he cursed as he found an open window. Suddenly the burst of illumination into the room made me squint, then as my eyes adjusted I say it was actually a cluttered space, with a saggy couch in one corner and one same table in the center of the room. Papers, boxes, files, they were scattered throughout the place, on the floor, the table, the pitiful plant in the corner, everything. He shivered as he walked back in, handing me a towel. "Sorry it's such a mess, I don't have much time to clean." He picked up a stack of papers, frowned and threw them on the table, laughing a little. It sounded fake. "what do you do?" He looked at me and smiled, "I'm an attorney." I nod, that sounds right. "So, can I get you something? Do you want to take a shower?" I shake my head, I don't want to be here, I want to go home, to my real home. "uh, well, why don't I get you some clean clothes to sleep in?" I nod, that sound nice.
He disappears down the hall, and returns with some sweat pants and a t shirt. Not my style, but okay. When he smiles at me, I smile back, but I don't know why, there's just this feeling in my chest, it aches, and I hate it. He tells me I can change in the bathroom, so I do.
When I come back, He's set up a bed on the couch, where he'll sleep, he says. He tells me there's clean sheets on his bed, so I can sleep there. I refuse. He insists so I do, I don't know why, but I do.
His bed is warm, it feels good to sleep on a real mattress, I only can at my home, but I'm not going back there anytime soon. They hate me. His sheets are soft, silky, and I fall into the abyss of sleep soon. My body is so tired, it doesn't ache anymore, it's just numb.
I stir at his hand, it's on me, on my cheek, his thumb slowly caressing my skin. It's a contrast to my paleness. He smiles, but it's different. He knows I'm awake. I can feel his lips then, and my reaction is involuntary. the blush on my cheeks makes him smiles, and he whispers something my still drowsy mind can't compute.
"you'll be alright." I hear, his lips touch my earring, and I shudder. "It won't last long." I let out a slight moan, his lips tugging at mine, and my previously numb body is now super sensitive. "Shush now." He traces his thumb lightly over my lips, deep blue eyes gazing into mine with a fire like no other I'd seen. "I won't hurt you... I promise."
By now, if your reading this, I'm long gone. I was killed in a traffic accident a day later, fleeing from the very man I thought I loved. I am Seiji Akahari, and I pray forgiveness.
