icarus

xv | kiss

Yara walks back to the living room, and her breath hitches as she sees Claudia on her knees before Atlas, her dark blue eyes trained on him in adoration. Her hand on her knees, and her pretty lips curled in a demure smile. Atlas' eyes are cold as her hand crawls towards his trousers. His hand grips hers and Claudia's eyes lit up in excitement. Yara's hands shake and the liquid in her glass swishes, she does nothing though, just walks back to her brother and his game.

Sebastian is red-faced but stubborn and she lets out a giggle when the ball falls into the gap between the cups. Zane laughs, and Sebastian walks away. Yara laughs, and almost turns to Atlas but steels herself. The topic of why another girl's touch on Atlas would make her want to cry wasn't something she is supposed to think of whilst inebriated so she doesn't. Yara thinks of the way she enjoys Sebastian losing to her brother, the way she doesn't even like alcohol, the way Tanner's eyes in the kitchenette's lighting is murky, the way the sound of his footsteps towards her are almost ominous.

She crinkles her nose and stumbles away, towards Atlas and the girl that she hates, Claudine? Is that her name? Yara didn't know. She takes a sip and almost gags. What is in her cup? She drops the cup on the table and goes straight to the bathroom to wash her face.Two glasses of whiskey was not a good idea, and the third one after that was a telltale sign that she was definitely not good with her drinks. Yara groans into the sink bowl and washes her face again, she feels lightheaded and dizzy. She stumbles out of the washroom, as coordinated as she possibly can. Zane appears out of nowhere - has he always had the ability to teleport - and presses a bottle of cold water in her hand.

"Sober up, princess." Yara nods obediently and drinks. She sits at the table, she can't go back to Atlas. She can't face him at all.

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"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were avoiding me." A voice says, scaring Yara. Two pairs of multicolored eyes stare at her, one more heated than the other. She almost jumps, but immediately stands to face him. Atlas' hands are shoved in his pockets, as he leans against the doorway. She walks towards him, past him and into the stair way. He follows silently. Her hands shake, and she breathes slowly through her mouth.

Coward.

Atlas' eyes burn a hole in her back, and she can almost feel everywhere his eyes trail.

"You're running?"

Yara whirls to him, and almost stutters at the extremely beautiful boy before her. "No. I am just a little overwhelmed right now. I can't-" She pauses, and his eyes narrow slightly.

"Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" Atlas asks, his hands still in his pockets.

She scoffs, shrugging. "Of course not. I haven't drank that much in a while, and I remembered how much I hate being inebriated."

"You know what?" He murmurs, drawing closer to her. "You've been acting strange since I told you that you were my bad decision." Atlas is close to her, proximity between them is miniscule. Yara can smell his cologne, and see every speck in his beautiful eyes. "You wouldn't happen to be scared, would you?" Atlas hums as his hands move behind her, to grip the railing that is directly behind her, trapping her against the stairs.

It's Yara's turn to narrow her eyes. "Scared of what exactly?"

Atlas chuckles. "Nothing." He leans in closer, and his bright eyes grip her. No matter how much she wants to pretend in this exact moment, she is weak in the knees, and she's never been more attracted to anyone as she is to this strange boy. Atlas leans in even more, his breath falling rhythmically on her chin. He smells like liquor and cologne. Her eyes flutter shut and he grips her chin tightly, and they open again. Yara knows, he wants her to see. She sees it in his bright eyes that he is going to kiss her and he wants her to see every last second of it.