'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 23: Does everyone float? (Dannity & Talek)

I pulled back reluctant to find a different type of face veering back at me, but to my surprise, and relief, it was still Talek in all his handsomeness.

I'd no idea what to say in this moment... as I was in his arms and was very capable of being eaten... or becoming a missing person.

"What are you?" I abruptly asked.

Secretly afraid that this exquisite guy was suddenly going to become a nightmare cloaked in reveries.

I wasn't meaning to speak at all, it conceptionally left my lips without processing the sentence prior to escaping my breath.

Let's not forget I've been blinded by this type of face before; a surely truthful face, only to fade into that of a brilliant liar.

His look of total humiliation struck his face in a million different tones.

His eyes soften to a near misting. He begrudgingly gawked down to our feet hovering just inches from the floor; appearing to be mortified of his own actions; I felt in those few seconds that it was safe to say, he wasn't that much of a threat – perhaps to himself more than anyone else around him.

"I don't know." He finally spoke with a complete surrender. He showed no appearance that he had honestly any idea what was going on himself.

Was my question immediately interpreted as being harsh, or judgmental?

It made me ponder in wild belief that here stood (or floated) another soul that could be just as lost as I; and that made me feel incredible exonerated for all the past crap that's continually bled into my world, even before meeting Nik.

Unexpectedly (as I had forgotten we were hovering above the floor a good four or five feet) the firm platform of stained concrete could be felt beneath my feet again, as he pulled slowly away; letting his grip fall from me.

"I don't expect you to feel one way or another." He said timidly.

I pulled closer, reaching out gradually at first, then cradling my hands onto his jaws.

"You shouldn't have found out that way." He pleaded. "...even if I've no clear idea of how or why it happened."

"I'm not saying that it's terrible or that I'm going to run away or anything, it's just quit an adjustment." I said with as much assurance as I could fester up.

"Still... I should've controlled whatever this is better." He grumbled. "Even to accidently tell... well show... this incredibly confusing part of me." he admitted unsteadily. "...is absolutely freaking me out!"

"Talek... listen... I'm not holding this against you... it's not something to be ashamed of." I lifted a tiny smirk for him to clearly understand that I was in no way afraid; or shutting him down for being different. "There are worse... err... darker things out there." I declared, trying to remove the remorse he had started to carry.