oneshots & reacts; slytherin boys

T.N. | Twilight

i need help

"You need to see what I look like in the sunlight."

You don't even have time to comprehend his words, spoken in that truly maddening accent, before Theo's frigid hand wraps around your arm, pulling you harshly towards him. In a blur, you find your thighs wrapped around his waist, and your fingers painfully dig into his shoulders. Your nails seem to rake across the abnormally hard skin, but Theo doesn't seem to notice, a large stride making the wind billow your hair back.

In a knee-jerk response, your legs loop around him, and your hands scramble to fist his jacket, face pressed into his shoulder as he speeds up, weightlessly, up the side of the mountain. You even feel the wind of trees passing way too close for comfort to you, along with every measured, small breath he takes.

And then, just as fast as it started, it stops, your feet meeting the ground with undeniable force. You stumble, hands flying out in a windmill to balance you, and a palm cushions your side before you manage to crack against a massive boulder covered in moss. You shake your head slightly, trying to clear the dizziness away, and blink as you watch Theo step away.

His wide back is to you, and you watch a stray beam of sunlight filter through the trees, unforgiving in its relentless piercing of the canopy.

Theo swiftly pulls off his jumper, letting the fashionable cream tie around his waist as his hands start to unbutton the saxe blue shirt hugging his frame. "This is why we don't show ourselves in sunlight. People would know we're different."

Your breathing has managed to return to normal, and you find your eyes glued to his frame while you ever so slightly push off the boulder, palm soaking quickly in the wet moss. It's cold and icky against your skin, but you don't pay it much mind as Theo starts to slowly turn around, step by step.

It's gorgeous. His skin, dazzling more than a diamond. It looks like every pore, every line and angle and plain of his skin is bejewelled, sparkling away like a hundred silver flames. It glitters around his face, that white gold sheen making his already pale skin seem to glisten like a snowy flame, like a white star. The encrusting shimmer spreads down his chest, smooth, perfect skin untainted to your eyes, no bruise or scar visible, even in the sunlight.

Theo seems to take a deep breath, and then swallows thickly, his gaze falling to the ground before coming back up to you, "This is what I am."

You're honestly at loss for words. You've never seen anything like it before, not in any literature, movie or painting. It's a new kind of beauty, yet undeniably the type that catches your attention and keeps it, your pupils trained on every glimmering sparkle.

He seems to be waiting for a reaction though, if his dark, heavy gaze is anything to go by, and you rouse yourself, first thought tumbling from your lips without much thought.

"It's like diamonds."

His lips press into a line, and he swallows again, eyes scanning across your face like he's trying to read you; you know he can't crack open the book of your mind, that he can't run his wintry fingers along the pages of your thoughts and ideas.

"You're beautiful." Your voice is no more than a breathy whisper, but it's true. He's gorgeous, like a statue carved from melted stardust, every chip of the material perfect and ideal.