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Chapter Thirty Two~ This Deep Well |
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I sighed. My whole existence is a paradox…
I felt Anako shake me roughly. I snapped to life, inhaling deeply. I gaged as I struggled for air.
“Easy…” He whispered, playing with the tips of my hair.
He looked up at me with his dead eyes. I think he read my mind… or I just blurted everything out…
“I’m sorry.” I said, leaning back against the arm of the couch.
He rests he head beside mine, his cheek touching my cheek. His eyes said it all. I wasn’t blamed for anything; he just doesn’t enjoy watching the reorientation.
He patted my head and vanished.
I still hate it that now that I’m one of them he just vanishes. Super speed isn’t something I can do. Ever.
I personify beauty and grace. Self respect and indulgence. I am me, the best person ever.
Yeah, I’m totally not vain.
I sighed. I can’t help it. I just flows from my all the time. I don’t mean to be, I just am.
Most mornings I wasn’t working I never bothered to get dressed, however right now I have: freshly painted nails, brushed and styled hair, pressed and ironed clothes, and some cologne.
I know that Hyiru had taken good care of himself but I don’t remember him taking out my ironing board or running my blow dryer…
I sighed again.
I’m going to get wrinkles if I keep this up.
I pouted and pulled out a hand mirror, massaging my chin as I stared at my reflection. I scrutinized my forehead and the edges of my mouth. Still taut and flat. I’m still exotic and young looking.
“You are going to break yourself if you look into that thing all the time.” Anako scolded playfully.
I grinned into the mirror, angling so I could see him smirking behind me.
He seemed to tower over me. His frame, though thin and attractive, radiated strength and power. He was probably five bazillion times the strength he seemed to have.
He draped himself over the back of the couch and rested his chin on my shoulder. He slid the mirror from my hand, turning to look at himself. He frowned at it.
“What? What is it?” I asked anxiously. He never got this stern about superficial things…
“I think the mirror is broken.” He mumbled and flipped it upside down.
“Mirrors don’t break in any other way than creaking and shattering.” I groaned.
“No. It’s broken. You’re much more beautiful in person.” He flirted.
I blushed a deep shade of red. I tried to take back the mirror but he took my hand with his free one.
He stared up into my eyes, his own remaining respectfully blank.
“Anako…” I didn’t really know what to say. He was just so amazing at everything. He could change my name, cut off all my hair (Which magically regrew somehow…), or anything and I still be a trembling little child compared to him. He’s so confident that it makes him even more unobtainable.
“Are you okay?” He asked with sincere concern.
“Yeah…” I breathed, suddenly without my breath. “I’m good…” I squeaked.
Anako eyed me suspiciously but didn’t press any.
“Would you prefer to go to our world?” He asked lowly, his eyes borrowing into my mind.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think that would be best…” I said, leaning my head into his chest.
He stroked my hair, his fingers entwining in the lavender locks and sliding easily through it. He was like my central support beam, always here and always holding everything away from me. He was all I needed, yet I felt like he was the support for so many others that adding my own was unfair of me and cruel.
Yet I just flung aside all those worries and embraced him tightly, leaning onto him for support. I’m selfish and jealous, dammit, I’m not sharing!
I felt tears rolling fat and heavy from eyes as I pressed my face into his chest.
His strong arms circled around me, drawing me so close I thought for sure you’d be one in a few minutes. I cried into him and he soothed me the best he could.
I felt him sweep me off my feet and carry me away.
Yes. Take me from here. Take me away with you.
“I love you, Anako.”
 Ray the Good Soldier · Sat Nov 10, 2007 @ 06:00am · 0 Comments |
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