Unkissed. (Rated R)

87.👑

Isolated in the shell of my own world, I keep a keen glare behind the goggled lenses while measuring the powder in the teaspoon. Not a sound to disrupt me, or a person to call out my name. The powder sits at the edge of the teaspoon, I balance steadily as I drift it over to the water.

Fusing chemic elements. Back to my original goal, my revenge had been exacted from the third target but now I need to spread out, and rid of the eye soars as quick as possible to move up to Gunter. The ceremony is approaching, with the inevitable speed of time, so fast I was fearful to blink. I should have come here, instead of going to Charlotte, I would have at least had something partially done in the least. Instead of giving into these silly emotions.

For the tenth time, I sucked in a breath, swelling my lungs with the scent of the plastic goggles, to steady my racing heart beats. This is work that requires a substantial amount of silence and concentration, but alas there he goes creeping his way into my mind, to the point where if I blink, I see him.

Feels as though that is all I have done, question my throne, and tell myself I have to be a role model for my people, than proceed to spend the remainder of the day fantasizing or fawning over Nasir. Time slips from me over and over, and it feels draining. Kind of to a point where I feel I am being written in a romance story, with no character development. Only the same dawning chapters.

I huffed for the last time, rippling the Image of his eyes from my mind, concentrating again down at the plated gold dish with specks spilled of white powder. Eye sight fogged by the heat of the boiling pot, I zoned out again, and spilt the powder from the spoon. Damnit. The room is soon to reek of concentrated acid.

I lifted a rag nearby to clean the area as quick as possible when my bones jolted by the knock at the door. I go frigid, my teeth silently chatter against each other as I stared in a frozen state of dead-end.

It fell silent. I made no move, and held my breath. The knock hit the wood again and I squealed.

"Tiana." Came the voice. Even when muffled, the dark tone rolled against the mahogany. The only voice to hold dark possession even when he isn't trying.

A whirlwind of questions spiral within me, those being how did he know where I would be, this place was a secret. My bones tremble with fear, yet, my heart beats with anticipation, I'm a brewing storm in myself.

"Are you ok, open for me."

At the center of the mess I lunged forwards, myself vs Nasir, a race against time. Turning off the boiling pot and ridding any specks of evidence, even scattering them onto the ground. It stung for a moment but I pulled my goggles over my head and beelined for the door just as it clinked.

And there he was. Those worrisome Amber hues, glaring down at me in question, before he slid his eyes upwards to the dark room behind me.

"I am alright." I cheesed, brushing passed him and shut the door behind me in the process. The instant magnitude of his allure had overwhelmed me in that moment as we stood alone out on the vacant hallway.

"You disappeared." He says. My body instantly succumbing to the tone of his voice up closely, it was a low purr of a sort, and it sprinkles down all over me like a piping shower head.

I gulped, burning under his penetrative grimace, he neither masks his scrutiny or try to be wary of how deep he glared. Scanning me as if I were unsolvable. I part my lips to talk, but they ended up balling in my throat, when he stepped closer.

I listen to him take a sniff at me, and the Ambered iris dimmed a shade, "That scent," he announced. Didn't say anything or and nothing less, it was kept at that, for me to answer.