Upon entering the hallway, she takes a second to truly appreciate the silence.
"Goddamn," she says under her breath while walking down the corridor, along with other members who walk to their rooms.
"How can this day be so short but so damn long? I'm exhausted," she thinks as she convinces her legs, they can take a few more steps. She walks toward her room, and a magnificent scene surprises her when she opens the door. Denali jumps up and down, excited at her return, and as she pats him on the head, she glances around the room, noticing lit candles and rose petals scattered on the bed and floor.
"What's all this?" Naira asks out loud as she walks toward a table and picks up a bottle that appears to be champagne.
"Pixi, volume twenty." She hears and tries to make up the sight in between the flickering lights. As the music lowers, she catches Credence walking toward her, looking intently into her eyes. She studies him and notices he's wearing nothing but sweatpants, his long curls put in a messy bun.
"How was your first day of training?" he asks, his voice low, as Naira turns on her oxygen machine.
"Is that what this is for? You're so sweet," she answers as she leans in to kiss Credence's waiting lips. As she pulls away, he places his hand on her low back, pulling her closer. He kisses her several times and slowly kisses his way down to her neck. Naira gently pushes away from him, chuckling in nervousness.
"Nope. I'm sweaty and gross right now," she complains. "Save that until I get out the shower," she says as she struggles with the cork of the champagne bottle. Credence grins and pops the cork effortlessly, his sight not leaving hers as he slowly pours the champagne into Naira's mouth. She gestures for him to stop and kisses him deep and passionately before pulling away and running to the shower.
"Oh, you're gonna get it," she flirts, looking at him over her shoulder. He exhales, smiles, and licks his lips as the door shuts behind her.
As she exits the shower, she squeezes her hair and takes a towel to dry off. "I can never feel clean with these damn wraps on," she whines in a whisper. She dries the mirror off with her hand towel and gets a glance at herself. "Did I get skinnier?" she asks herself while she examines the black veins crawling up her arms, growing disappointed and pursing her lips at her reflection.
She puts on shorts and a tank top and exits the bathroom while drying her hair.
"Is that..." she speaks as she recognizes a familiar smell. She removes the towel from her head and moves her hair out of her eyes to find Credence sitting on the bed, holding a blunt in his left hand and an ashtray in his right hand.
"I never really liked this stuff, but it's a nice little buzz," he says while examining the blunt.
"Where did you even get that?" Naira asks as she crawls into the bed and smokes the blunt while he's still holding it. She coughs violently and leans over to spit in a small trash bin beside her bed, making Credence chuckle.
"Rollo swung by to pick up Denali. He dropped a decent-sized bag off," he replies as he gestures for Naira to take it.
"Wait, so you rolled this? Looks like you've had some practice," Naira answers, as though to compliment him as she coughs and laughs.
"Oh, no. That would be Addy. Rollo and I roll some shitty blunts," he scoffs. "Hers are perfect. She even has that fruity paper and stuff," he explains, pulling Naira on top of him, who sits upright over his pelvis.
"Yeah, I thought it smelled familiar..." she says, pausing for a split second. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"What's up?" he replies, rubbing his index and middle fingers along Naira's stomach.
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Pondbell: Coldblooded (Ongoing)
Fantasy"If I'd just killed him when I first met him, if I had warned her just in time, how many lives would I have saved? How much heartache could have been prevented?" What would you do if you were living in a world where werewolves, vampires, elves, merf...
