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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 22:28:50 GMT
"I feel as if I've missed out." He still speaks with his eyes closed. He also hears the crunch of the toast though, and it's jealousy that rises, along with the hunger and the frustration, because he doesn't want to look at her. He'll want to do things that will lead to regret. She won't like it. "I want some too." He whines like a child. But he doesn't doubt he is one. — @noemi |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 22:36:09 GMT
GOD FORGIVE ME, I WANT YOU ON YOUR KNEES. Nae shrugs. "It's here if you want some," There's not much to say, not much to think. If he keeps hurting her ego, she'll leave him alone, sooner than later. Make an excuse for somewhere to be. Nae doesn't like being denied or pushed away. She'll only take it for a minute or two, a short conversation. Unlike him, she's not a masochist. @frank
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 23:27:19 GMT
He forces himself up, it's easy, because he's not actually asleep. Just resting his eyes from the ceiling above. He trudges over without a word, and picks up a slice of toast. He then stares at it, wondering if jam or no jam. — @noemi |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 23:36:27 GMT
GOD FORGIVE ME, I WANT YOU ON YOUR KNEES. He comes when she calls, beside her, Nae tilts her head slightly. Now she's a shark, she's circling him with wide eyes. If he denies her this time she'll be hurt - outrageously so. Embarrassed, mortified, horrified. Surprisingly, she isn't sure of the results - it's a toss up. Nae doesn't like doing things without a guarantee, but here she is. Silently, she turns and now she's closer to him. Their chests an inch apart, she lifts a hand and touches the collar of his shirt. @frank
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 23:44:03 GMT
The piece of toast drops back onto the plate, because all his attention is now on Nae. This is what she wants, there's no doubt about it. She doesn't even have to say anything, because he leans in since she has a hand on his collar and his eyes flicker shut when his lips met hers, slightly dry but that doesn't seem to be a problem. She's drying him out again, but her lips on his feels celestial, and he's up with the stars again, and he can ignore the twisting in his stomach. — @noemi |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 0:39:11 GMT
GOD FORGIVE ME, I WANT YOU ON YOUR KNEES. One hand on his cheek, she's pulling him closer and sucking the air out of him. This doesn't feel like a moment of weakness because she's not kissing him like she's weak. She kisses him like she's strong - her lips are a clap of thunder when she moves them, when she breathes, when she parts her lips to share his air. The poor boy is her lightning rod, she's snapping and cracking all around him and then her other hand drops the toast, comes up to cup the other side of Frank's face. Her fingertips touch him delicately, like she's afraid to shock him. It's all electricity and it swells with sincerity. Nae has forgone her pride but she's still anything but vulnerable. She's devious, Frank's lips are warm, it's all going the way she wants it to. @frank
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 21:27:02 GMT
He's kissed people, he supposes, but those are just the daisies amongst roses; nothing spectacular. He doesn't feel this light headed with another girl, doesn't feel as if his skin is burning in mild warmth at their touch and their breath sweet agony. Maybe he is masochistic, and he just failed to realise it for so long. Like a fish, he's hooked at the mouth, bleeding in pain and powerless to bind itself out of danger. And he'd die too, there's nothing funny or jokey about it, because he knows he'll die as unspectacularly as the next man, but at least there was fire in his life and he tried, at least, to tame them. It's because he loves like he's dying, he loves like it's a heart attack, he loves like there's nothing else in life with such fruitless meaning or maybe, he just never gave anything else a chance. And of course, it's a surprise when he realises this. He thinks it was all forgotten, last night's dinner. Yesterday's sunrise. His lips press against hers desperately, with a yearning that seemed so misplaced, and painful. — @noemi |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2013 15:47:08 GMT
GOD FORGIVE ME, I WANT YOU ON YOUR KNEES. Love is the devil's advocate, love is a toxin found in spoiled foods that get recalled on the national news. Love is something that Noémi doesn't believe in, and she won't let it ruin her. It's a religious denomination that she can't wrap her head around, whose exuberant followers never speak sense. Noémi won't put stock in it, and she most definitely will never be in it. Love is not the reason why she kisses him with more life than she's kissed anyone else. Love isn't the reason her hands wrap up in his shirt, refusing to let him stay more than an inch or two away from her body heat. Love is not the reason she let him into her house. Love is useless, and Nae would never love someone like Frank. He can't protect her or take care of her - he can't even hold a steady job. There's no stability here, no future. All that's here is the sound of her pulse, ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump, in her ears, the idea that if he broke away from her she would scream and pull his hair out. So what's the reason? What's the concrete to this foundation? Nae breaks away from him, turns her head to the side so Frank's nose brushes her cheekbone. She feels like she's glowing but she also feels sick. // we should probably wrap this up soon jfc this thread is long @frank
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 23:38:20 GMT
His stomach churns in knots, pulls at the edges and it's painful as much as it's queasy and lightheaded. He spent his youth thinking he was in love with this girl, and he still wonders sometimes. She's damn beautiful, see, and that's all he can think about some days. His eyes fluttered open when her lips were no longer on his, even so, they brushed onto her cheeks, for an innocent kiss. He steps back though, half because he's hungry, but mostly because he's confused. "Je suis... désolé." He murmurs. — @noemi
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2013 13:38:13 GMT
GOOD JOB! Birdie and Boo each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread. |
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