There'll be peace

Chicken (Prt 2)

A/N Yup still have the horrible name, I'll change it if something comes to me. Anyway, this is part two, but there are a few problems. First try to ignore how horribly cringy the dialogue is, I'm so bad at it! Second, when editing it I realized it sounds nothing like the amazing Rainbow Rowell's voice. Not that I'm her level or anything, I'm far from it, but I was hoping to sound a little less like me. Yet we're still here. So I would love constructive criticism, thank you, and enjoy!

Baz

All I can think about is his tan hands scraping fire along my jawline. And how for one second everything fell into place. My hands fit perfectly on his waist and our lips like puzzle pieces. For one moment I felt like everything I wanted to be. But then he has pushed me away, like the monster I am and everything was suddenly and finally cold. He looked disgusted. He looked like he wanted to burn the kiss-off his lips. He looked at me like he always does.

I shake my head furiously, I'm reeling under the white chapel. The wet grass has soaked up into my shoes. I don't know what to do, where to go. Not back to our room, where I'll have to face him or his possessions that litter the floor. The absolute pig. His things will stare at me tauntingly, I would pick them up for him. I'd stoop that low. But only for him. I can't think of facing the catacombs, they'll just remind me about how starving I am. I could drain one of Daphne's horses.

Before I can decide what to do the large wood doors slam against the stone walls of the chapel. I whirl around ready to snarl at whoever has come to torment me. It's Snow, I barely keep my teeth bared. I am suddenly hit with the realization that I have to pretend nothing happened. How do you even pick up after that? Who am I? My father raised me better, colder. I opt to sneer at him and start walking. I keep him in my peripheral vision, trying to ignore how beautiful he looks. The moon glints of his curls and his skin gleams in the night. His cheeks have a slight pink tint to them, must be the anger.

I quicken my pace, he does as well walking beside me. It's awkward, we don't walk together. We walk in silence, weaving our way through the different buildings and up to our building. I hold the door for him, I'm a gentleman. I creak open the door to our dorm and immediately go to the bathroom, snatching pajamas from my dresser. There's a small circular window on the far end of our bathroom, I open the opaque glass and call a bird. I quickly drain it and call another and another. It's quick work, I'm well-practiced. I splash water in my face, slipping on the pajamas and waiting for a few minutes for my fangs to reside. As I walk out of the bathroom, Snow looks up sharply. I pretend not to notice his eyes following me around the room. I snatch my book of my night stable and sit against my headboard, trying to focus on the words. Trying not to think about Simon.

Simon

I wonder if he's thinking about me. He looks so perfect, I can't stop thinking. That's my problem I can never stop my thoughts or start them up. Right now they rush by. The sliver of pale skin visible from his Pj's riding up. How he seems to have a slight tint to his cheeks, did he feed? That couldn't be possible. His long fingers are skimming the page of some old school book. I would say I've never noticed his hands before, but I have. There spindly but strong looking. He's grabbed me with anger enough times that I know he had rough hands. His fingertips have a distinct circular callus. I don't get where they could be from. Surely not football. That's stupid of course not football, it's with your feet. I want to talk to him about this. I sigh and rake my hands through my hair. I throw off my jacket and tie, they're suffocating, and slump down next to Baz on his bed.

"Get off." He doesn't even look up.

"No." That pisses him off because he growls and slams his book shut, looking at me accusingly.

"What then." He's so cold, why's he like that? Must be tiring. Maybe he's not a prick just tired.

"Why'd you kiss me?" I don't know why I ask it, I just have to know.

"You kissed me." he points out, turning to glare more fully at me. A dark lock of hair falls on his face, I want to brush it aside.

"Guess I did, s'because you didn't back down." He snorts, it sounds juvenile. He gets up and gestures for me too as well. I leap up, he looks deadly. He looks at me coldly once more in the eyes then waved his wand, spelling the lights off.

" What- I can still see him faintly, he raises a finger to shut me up. I can't believe it works. I start up again,

"You can't go to bed!"

"What because we kissed?" He sounds like he really doesn't care, I'm starting to believe him.

"Yes because we kissed!"

"One kiss and the world is upside down." This time I don't think.

"Two kisses." And I take him by the back of the neck. Because he kisses me back and I'm starting to realize how very, very long I wanted this.