I'm in heat. That makes a lot of sense. I stared at King in disbelief.
" if you knew I was in heat why didn't you say anything?" I say, raising my eyebrows.
King is still on the floor back pressed against the wall, cupping his knees up to his chest, as he stares at me with this incredibly dark look in his eye.
" first of all, I didn't know until I came in here to check up on you and second of all
you wanted me to tell you what was going on with YOUR body." he looks at me dumb founded with an expression.
I sighed staring at him from the bed as I think deeply. " what was with you earlier?"
He shrugs, not willing to say anything. A weird expression of realization crosses his face and suddenly, he's shrinking in on himself. As if he is trying to slowly disappear in the wall.
It's silent.
" I know I often like make fun of you or whatever, but...."
Are you seriously ill?
Did something happen to you?
Why are you like this?
"Nevermind."
Why would I even care?
He doesn't intrigue me, he doesn't spark curiosity.
He doesn't ........ mean anything to me.
He's an opportunity. An opportunity to find out what happened to my parents. A opportunity to stay alive so I can do just that.
Sometimes it seems like he's ....... Different. Like he's multiple people living in the same body.
Right now he looks so....vulnerable and child like, rather than his usual crazed personality.
He looks more....human.
Rather than their normal, clear void, his eyes are darkened. They had depth. A story. As if they hold the worlds pain in them. His eyes hold such a darkness that it silenced any light.
There's a person in there. There is a person with emotion just beneath the surface.
"Am I that pretty?, your staring" he says plainly. Eyes staring hard at the floor, taking in the broken pieces of glass shattered from his outburst earlier.
What's he thinking about?
Why was everything about him such a mystery?
Why is he being so quiet?
" you're the weirdest person I've ever met, and before I met you, I think I actually craved weird, or anything that would spark up my life, I was pretty..... average. Now I realize how much I took average for granted and how much I don't like weird." I spoke out my thoughts not realizing I was speaking out loud.
He's scoffs and snaps, " did I ask for your life story or your opinion". He looked extra bothered the moment I said the word "weird".
.....a trigger word.
I roll my eyes, " you have no real friends, do you? With that attitude how do you have so many, "fans"."
To my surprise he answers me honestly, " they like me because I show them what they want to see. You see the world works like that, show the real you no one gives a crap, find out what they like and embody it and they praise you like a god or something. Especially if you have an acceptable, good looking face."
His expression deadpans, I say nothing, and he continues,
" I have no desire to ever be anything real anymore anyways."
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Eyes As Dark As A Night
Про оборотней"I thought he was the crazy one" "If he was crazy, she was the definition of insane." ....... "Are you saying you don't love me" Sky said sounding completely broken. She was gonna break him first. "God damnit Sky...
