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chapter ten. i want to know everything about you.
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Willa glances at him from her spot on the floor as he sits on the bench — his fingers dancing along the black and white keys, neither of them saying anything before he finally breaks the silence — "I don't know anything about you." he says finally.
"Yes you do." she replies almost immediately. "You know my name, what I do, you know..." she watches as he shakes his head in protest.
"Everyone knows that about you." he points out. "I want to know everything about you. Your favorite color, the color that you say is your favorite but in reality, it's something else. I want to know everything that you don't tell people."
Willa sits up and glanced at him. "Red." she says softly. "My favorite color is red." a pause and then she shakes her head. "I say it's red but it's actually navy blue." she picks at a frayed string on her shirt and then focuses on the floor. "My birthday is May 16th — google says it's the fifth but it's actually the 16th."
His lips quirk at this little revelation and he glanced at her. "Why does google say that it's the fifth..?"
"Because my father and I share a birthday." she pauses. "I hate the taste of grapes — but I love wine." she watches as his face contorts into one of confusion. "I know, it's weird."
"That's barely anything to work with." he pauses and then moves to lay on the floor next to her — his arm against hers, his fingers tracing invisible circles on her palm. "What's your favorite movie..?"
She pauses. "Coraline." another pause and she shakes her head, "it's not." she laughs. "I don't have one." she admits. "Coraline scared me as a kid." she admits and bites her lip. "I wasn't even much of a kid when it came out. I was 14 and it gave me nightmares for days."
He laughs — it makes Willa feel warm inside. "Coraline..?"
She shrugs. "It's about a girl, who moves and then she like... opens a door to some weird other universe where she has to give up her eyeballs to stay there."
He raises a brow and shakes his head, laughing incredulously. "That sounds like a horror movie."
Her lips quirk into a little smile. "It is. But because it's animated, I suppose it falls under the children's movie umbrella." she props herself up on her elbow and looks down at him. "What about you...?"
He glanced at her. "I've never thought about it." he says and smiles. "You're changing the topic."
"Am not."
"Are too."
He avoids her deflection and then shifts so he's borderline straddling her body with his, "you didn't answer my question."
"I don't have one!" she exclaims and laughs — she's suddenly very aware of how close they are; her lips part slightly and omit a breath as he studies her, taking in every freckle that litters her creamy skin, the curve of her jaw and the bridge of her nose, how her skin always seems to have a rosy glow to it.
"Willa." he breathes softly and it makes a shiver crawl down her spine — she's suddenly hyper aware of everything around them. The hardness of the wooden floors, how his body is against hers — not quite crushing her but it's a pleasurable sensation — the way he just smells expensive. He doesn't smell anything like Levi.
Where Levi smelled like cigarettes, whiskey, old leather and smoke — Charles smells like the complete opposite. He smells clean, fresh, and a little bit like a sea breeze. Willa can't stand the smell of the sea but for some reason, this soothes her.
Her lips press together and he pushes a strand of hair behind her ear — a sweet gesture that she's not quite used to, actually, now that she really thought about it, she's not sure Levi ever even touched her as gently and kindly.
The silence though deafening, it's very welcome, neither of them speak until slowly, she leans up and pressed a kiss to his lips — she's unsure why she did that. She's not even sure what led to it, but she kissed him, simply because she wanted to.
It's only when they part that she let out a soft laugh and reaches up to kiss him again — he feels warm and familiar, he felt solid and safe. She wants to cling to his shirt, bury her face in the crook of his neck and never let him go.
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She rests her head on his shoulder and felt, for the first time what she would like to say is a self affection. He doesn't make her put on a persona to be with him. With him, she's at ease. Her skin felt like her own — littered with small marks everyone had left on her, most notably the ones from Levi, those filled with possession — everything with Charles felt different. It seemed natural — she almost forgot that she was talking about the time Augustine and Willa broke into their old school, to be able to talk about mundane things.
There was a level of trust she'd never felt before and the intimacy frightened her — but now, as they lay side by side on the wooden floors of her apartment, she can only really dwell on what he had said earlier; how he wants to know everything about her, even the things she never tells anyone.
And he looks at her when he's speaking to her or when she's speaking — he doesn't talk at her but rather actually talks to her, he pays attention to her.
She turns to look at him — he's basking in the warm light of the sun peering in through her curtains, she sits up and she feels his hand on her arm. "Stay." he says softly. "Just for a little bit longer."
And she does. There isn't anything else to be said — just the quiet silence between them. It isn't uncomfortable, they're just... content to be there and enjoying each other's presence.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
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authors note. this is just a filler. i had a lot going on health wise and personal life wise. so yeah. that's all. enjoy, i guess.
