White Wolf: Inspire Me

Passion

Passion.

You can either have a passion for something or feel passionately about something. For example, singing is my passion. Or I passionately hate you.

People usually use the word passion to discrib love, or a kiss, or sex. I despise the word, thinking it means to much.

How can you feel that deeply about something? Or is it always me who isn't already 100%?

So I will never be able to say, I passionately love you. I don't know if I love you that much. I don't know if I can ever love you that much. I don't know if love exists. I hate this word because that's really the only way people use it. When people say this they automatically think it's some kind of love scene. But no.

"What are you doing?" I asked King as I passed him in the kitchen. He was eating cereal so the question was kind of rhetorical. There was no way he could answer this wrong.

"I'm sleeping, in my bed. With my blanket pulled up to my chin but one foot sticking out because it's too hot but too cold. But now I'm getting up." He explained. I stared blankly at him until he chuckled.

"Was that some kind of humorless joke?" I asked confused. I haven't really had a social life, ever, but I'd think I would be able to tell a joke from the truth. But apparently not.

"What's wrong with you. What planet are you from?" He asked. I tilted my head.

"Earth? You come from here too, I assumed. Was I wrong." I asked I looked through the fridge but then realized I wasn't really hungry.

"Have you ever had fun with another Human being?" He asked.

"Honestly...no." I told truthfully. He shook his head but then stopped eating and put his full attention on me.

"What are you passionate about? I'm trying to help you out with your social skills."

That word. He used it the way is prefer. He didn't use it as a describing detail in some steamy make out session.

"You." I said walking forward. He watched me walk up to him, but before I could finish what I was going to say he cut me off.

"We just meet, three weeks ago." He said studying me. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not passionate about you. It's just you always seen to know what I like. Or what I don't. How do you do that? What are you some kind of mind reader?"

"Are you?" He asked poking my nose. I jerked back at the motion.

"Yes I am, but usually I don't use my ability to enter people's mind because what I head and see disturbs me. " I admitted he chuckled. "You don't believe me?" I asked.

"No I do. Your too literally to tell a joke. So, what am I thinking about?" He asked he then went blank faced. I shook my head.

"No it took me too long to stop, if I start again, I don't know if I'll be able to-"

"It's only me. I'm the only one here. Unless your afraid that if you haven't done it in so Ling that you lost your ability to do it. " he got slider to me, now there was barely any space between us, it made me feel nervous.

"Alright. I'll do it. Think of something that means a lot to you-"

"No, I'll think of my favorite color so-"

"It's green and blue like my eyes. " I said cutting him off like he had previously cut me off. I said the first thing that popped into his mind, which happened to be my eyes.

My eyes. Out of all the colors in the world his favorite happened to be my eyes. Maybe it was because of the green/blue and lavender mixture that made people stare a little longer then they usually would. It catches people's attention. But for him? I thought maybe it would have been a simple black.