Capri, a museum curator who lived her whole life drowning in her nightmares never struggled to be happy. In fact, Capri was always happy despite her tedious struggles. She never failed to be kind. Everyone who met her said she was an angel. The joyf...
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I couldn't stand watching Elisha wither in so much pain. As much as he wanted to run away from me, I knew I had to do everything I could to stop him. He had told me that he had an internal need to protect me, and honestly I felt the same way about him. I felt this strong urge to take care of him and comfort him.
I wasn't scared of his appearance though most people would've been frightened by his current state. His skin was turning pitch black on the flesh of his wrists, flaming up his arms. The way he reacted it seemed like it hurt him. I remembered that he told me when he fought the darkness it was excruciating. Is this what he meant?
He held his eyes shut as he groaned in pain. It looked like he was crying black tears but something about it didn't seem like tears at all, the way the liquid burned his cheeks. My heart ached for him. For a split second I swear I felt my cheeks burn too.
"Look at me," I said to him, trying to get him to focus on me. All he did was shake his head. I wanted so badly to help him through his pain but I had no idea how.
I reached out and rested my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb against his soft cheek. It was then that I actually paid attention to the freckles dotting his skin and the stubble resting upon his chin.
"Eli," I said softly, my voice begging him to give me his attention. I was surprised when his eyes fluttered open and landed on me. His eyes were darker than usual and the corners of them filled with black tears and blood.
When I saw the desperate look in his eyes I felt an even greater need to comfort him. "There you are," I said, letting myself smile a bit. I was trying to lighten the mood in the slightest but honestly I was just happy he looked at me. I wasn't afraid of him though he had just screamed at me. His pleading 'sorry's' told me that he didn't mean anything he said.
"You're going to be okay. Please tell me what I can do," I said. He seemed distracted by the pain and he was no longer clenching his fists or letting out soft whimpers so I removed my hand from his face. The second my fingers left his skin he winced in pain, slamming his eyes shut as he quietly repeated one word, "You. You. You. You."
I quickly darted my hand out to touch his neck and his breathing slowed slightly. Dark tears still flowed from his eyes, mixing with blood from his cheeks but he didn't wince in pain anymore.
Suddenly his expression changed and he started shaking his head, "I put you in danger. Even I'm dangerous. Can't you see how dangerous I am. Look at me! I ca-" he started to ramble, seeming to have some sort of panic attack.
I don't know what made me lean forward, but I never had a stronger urge in my life. My heart was telling me that this would make him better, that more of my touch would fix him. And honestly, I just wanted him to shut the fuck up. He wasn't dangerous. He was perfect.
I interrupted his rambling and placed my lips against his. His lips felt as if they were on fire and I felt his tensed body soften against my touch. This was helping him.
For a moment I thought that I had broken him when he stayed completely still against me until all of a sudden his hand grabbed the back of my neck. His touch was gentle. Though he seemed like he could be the most violent man, he was so far from it.
His lips started to move against mine and the feeling made my mind go numb. His fingers trailed down my cheek and I could hear soft moans coming from his throat. This was the best thing that I had ever felt.
Though I wanted to kiss him longer, I broke the kiss. However it didn't last for long when he pulled me back to him. "Come back," he said, his eyes closed. His lips were red and swollen and I knew I couldn't say no to him so I kissed him again, slightly harder than the first time.
One of his hands went to my waist, touching the skin that was exposed my slightly short shirt. When he felt my skin he quickly pulled his hand away as if I was fire, but suddenly I felt his hands on me again, his grip harder this time. But never hard enough to hurt me. Just a grip full of need.
I felt him pushing forward against me and his hand on the back of my neck gently lowered me down onto my carpet. He leaned overtop of me, his thumb rubbing my hipbone as he kissed me with more passion that I had ever been kissed with before.
I didn't want it to stop until suddenly he jumped away from me, moving as fast as he could. I sat up suddenly, staring at him. I noticed that his wrists were no longer black and the fluid on his cheeks was completely dried up. Only streaks and open wounds remained.
He looked at me with the slightest bit of horror in his eyes as he breathed heavily. Oh no. Had I done something wrong? Maybe I shouldn't have kissed him? "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do. You just said my touch helped and- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I don't know why I did that."
I felt awkward, rubbing my arms in attempt to make myself feel more secure.
"How did you do that?" He asked, looking utterly confused. He quickly turned to my mirror and stared at his face, his fingers reaching up to touch the dried black streaks. "How- How did you do that?" He asked again, turning to me.
"Do what? I don't know. I just- I don't know," I said, getting slightly nervous. His lips were still swollen and my brain finally started to process what just happened. Fuck, I kissed him. AND HE KISSED BACK?
"You made it go away," he said, staring at me with a desperate look. "I did?" I asked, knowing the answer. My kiss had made it go away? My touch had made the pain stop?
"My mother told me that an angel would save me from my darkness and I had always thought she was full of shit. Nobody could save me. But- But then I saw you. I thought you were an angel and I was wrong. But now... there's no doubt in my mind that you're her. Angel or not," he said which made my heart jump in the slightest bit.
"Are you okay?" I asked, staring at the flesh on his cheeks. "I'm fine. They'll heal," he said as he sucked in his bottom lip. "You know, that was the worst it had ever gotten. I was scared I would hurt you. Are you scared of me?" He asked.
"No. Not at all," I said, frowning. I don't think I could ever be.
After that Elisha didn't make any quick attempts to leave again, we talked for a while and he told me about his struggles with the dark part inside him.
Throughout the night I watched as the burns on his cheeks faded, his skin turning back to normal.
Though we didn't make any quick movements to talk about the kiss we had shared, something between us was different that it had been before. I knew that if he ever felt like that again, I wouldn't hesitate to kiss him another time.
I noticed that Eli started to get tired as we talked on my bed. I was sitting against the headboard and his head was laying flat on the pillow beside me. I knew he had to be exhausted from all of the trauma he went through today, but I didn't realize how exhausted he was until it suddenly went silent and I noticed he was fast asleep.
I smiled and reached out to brush some of his curly hair from his eyes. He looked to peaceful in his sleep and I couldn't help but smile. I traced my hand down his cheek and softly touched his bottom lip. I didn't expect him to let out a soft noise, clearly reacting to my touch in his slumber. It made me smile as I crawled down next to him.
Maybe. Just maybe for tonight I would let him sleep in my bed. And I turned the lights off.
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| AUTHOR'S COMMENTS |
SEXY RIGHT? SO they aren't going to get together for a while, but this was just a kind of connection moment they had? They're like connected to eachother like Eli said. Like she has his heart on a string. KSIDIDJSKAKALWPPWA
