This is not a fairytale-Sandersides

Chapter 11

"Thomas? Guys oh my god Thomas is gone!"

I ran out of the kitchen as I heard Joan's scream, they sounded as if they were about to cry and I ran forward to tell them I, in fact, hadn't vanished into thin air as they seemed to be thinking.

As I practically flew up the stairs and broke down the door I saw they had awoken Talyn and Terrence and were more or less running around the room, looking under the bed and in the closet as if we were playing hide and seek.

"Joan" I whispered, making them turn around immediately, their expression softened and the ran forward to wrap their arms around me. In a matter of seconds Talyn and Terrence had joined in on the hugfest and I had been surrounded by six arms and I couldn't help but smile.

"We were so worried what the fuck happened back there!"
Well, there goes the friendly atmosphere.

"Back where?" 
Talyn and Joan just looked at me as if I had grown a pair of antlers while Terrence made big eyes as if he himself had no idea.
"You have been unconscious for two whole days you fucking nerd. We almost died out of worry."
"Or from lack of sleep," Terrence whispered as he looked down at the giant pile of mugs and empty cans.

"I was?" I said, a giant void in my mind slowly clearing up to reveal the memories of that day, the feeling of dying, trembling hands, a fall to the ground, Joan screaming for Talyn to call someone and a dark and empty void, a tiny invisible box keeping him trapped in one place and a figure, a small, very familiar looking figure in the distance, screaming my name, telling me to stay calm, to breathe.

"Oh my goodness." 
I said, taking place on the couch I apparently had been laying on for about 48 hours.
Talyn, Joan and Terrence didn't say a word. They just sat down beside me, laid an arm around me or each other, told me through small rubs on my back or a small squeeze on my shoulder that it was going to be alright.

* 

"Do it again"

His voice seemed pleading, desperate even. He didn't seem his usual anxious self, his lips slightly parted, a blush barely visible underneath that pale shade of foundation, his hand still placed on my jaw shaking slightly, his eyes big, the beautiful hazel swirling inside his irises.

And for one moment, only a second, I wasn't sure what to do. But then he leaned closer, my mind went blanc my eyes closed and it seemed as if I wasn't in control of my own body as our lips met once more, his cold hand seemed to get a tad less freezing and I put my hand on the small of his back, on his shoulder, in his hair. I didn't know what to do with my hand as he let his now no longer shacking hand slip from my cheek to place it on my head, his fingers twisting in my hair, his other hand on my back lightly pushing me towards him.

The kiss was slow, we had all the time in the world, our minds at peace, our bodies and hearts connected, mine pounding as if I had just ran a marathon. 

As we finally parted I opened my eyes, seeing his eyes were still closed.

"Virgil?" My voice seemed to cut through the silence like a knife and his eyes shot open as a blush spread over his face, surprisingly visible underneath his makeup.

"Sorry I just- I was checking if this wasn't just a dream."