Metanoia
-(met-uh-NOI-uh)• Greek
-Noun
-Meaning; The journey of completely transforming one's body, mind, soul, or way of life.
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Tarian Silas is a 21 year old, English woman born and raised in England, raised to become Qu...
"Tarian!", Amira squeaked, her cheeks burning and her towel dropping from her body revealing the woman's caramel skin. Tarian chuckled and pushed off the arch and approached the flabbergasted girl. Grabbing the woman's towel and handed it to her, leaning forward and whispering in her ear, "Nice... voice darling".
Amira blinked, shaking away her previous flustered state before looking up at the smirking royal in front of her. She noticed the woman's busted ass lip and gasped, "What the hell happened to you?! You look like shit". Tarian grinned and walked away from her, grabbing the mop from her hands and said, "Its a long story, Ms.Shameless".
"Okay, first... Fuck you. Secondly, how the fuck did you even get in here and thirdly, what the absolute hell happened to you?!"
"One, in your dreams. Two, I got in here by-"
"By climbing up the fire escape, yep got it"
"Yep, also like I said its a verrryyy long story", Tarian hummed as she sat on top of the kitchen counter, a smirk on her face. Amira wrapped herself back up and huffed, "Dont sit on my damn counter fuckface". Tarian gasped, faking offense as she cried, "Oh no!! THE Amira Wyatts has insulted my beautiful, god-sculpted face in her fit of anger!!".
Amira rolled her eyes and sighed, "Bitch, I hate you". Tarian winked at her and said huskily, "Hate sex is the best type of sex, wouldnt you say!". Amira choked on her own saliva and coughed, making Tarian gasp and jump off the counter and put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing her back and rambling, "Im sorry, I-I didnt- that was dumb...". Amira pounded on her chest, recovering from her near-death experience and shook her head, "Shut.. up..".
Tarian shut her mouth immediately and Amira glared at her and said, "Now, tell me what the hell happened to your face, or I will kick you out of my apartment". Tarian was about to hit her back with a sarcastic remark when Amira put finger against her lips and said, "Its either kicked out or kicked in the balls". Tarian gulped and nodded saying, "Fine, do you have some whiskey?"
"Yes, I do"
"Great, we'll need something to drink"
"Uh oh"
"Yeap! Uh oh is right", Tarian said as she grabbed the bottle of Jack and popped the lid off, taking a swig of it and nodded over to the couch. Amira looked down at her nude body that was covered with her towel, and back up at Tarian with a quirked brow. Tarian rolled her eyes and placed the whiskey bottle on the counter and ripped her shirt off of her body, leaving her in her sports bra, a small hiss leaving her body as the hearty fabric slid past her bruised ribs.
Amira's eyes widened looking at bruises with wide eyes, "Tarian you-", before Tarian tossed the shirt in her face, cutting the woman off. "I know its bad, but there you go put that on", Tarian huffed turning her back to Amira, her back covered in even more bruises.
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Amira couldnt stop staring at her back, thoughts running through her head on who couldve done this to her as she slid on the woman's shirt. The smell of lavender, cinnamon, and sandalwood was sent her nostrils to euphoria, the smell was so intoxicating it drove her crazy. "Hello? Earth to Camila Cabello fanatic", Tarian whistled snapping her fingers in her face. Amira shook away her thoughts and said, "Sorry, you were saying?".
