I looked at him with a confused expression. My nerves were getting the best of me. I propped myself up on the bench, getting ready to sound like a total numb skull. My hands shook with anticipation as his eyes looked deeper in mine. I broke our stare and rested my hand down, twiddling with my fingers."I'm sorry I completely zoned out-" There was a slight pause before I could continue on with my sentence. . I going to continue until he rudely interrupted my apology.
"You completely zoned out while staring at me?" His voice voice having a hint of amusement. His brow raised as the upper corner of his lips tilted upwards. My cheeks began to burn as I struggled to find a response. He scooted closer on bench.
"Do not get nervous. I just asked if you are a local here. No need to get heated up." He chuckled.
"Oh." I choked. My face heated as his glance did not move from me. My stomach felt like it was jumping up and down. The urge to run away with my over powering emotions was unbearable. What am I doing?! Stop acting like a dummy. Act normal for god sake!
"I am. Sort of." My words weak. Being around him gave me a weird sensation before. An attraction I can't explain. It's just too unfamiliar, I just can not explain it.
"When you say "sort of", what exactly do you mean? Please elaborate." He encouraged.
"Oh well, I mean I lived here when I was younger with my parents. Me and my dad moved because of my mother-" I froze. I couldn't finish my sentence that was barely hanging on the tip of my tongue. He doesn't need to know.
"I mean I moved out with my family out of this crazy place and came back here for college." a weak laugh, trying to brush off the pause. I gave a limp smile. His face wore a concerned expression, his eyes now not a melting silver but a dim grey. I turned my head looking back at the beautiful lake. I took my pencil and began to draw again. Light pencil stokes covered the paper as I drew. I could feel his eyes on me, examining my features.
Time had went by and I had stopped sketching. I watched the water splash against the rocks, the sound was so calming. It reminded me of my past. Of my mother.
Lost in my thoughts, I happened to look back up at Achilles. His eyes laid on the scenery. He was incomplete awe. He watched the water with me for a few minutes before we began to chat again.
"Are you a local here?" I asked, remembering I had never asked. He was hesitant to answer. He was going to speak but then stopped and paused to think about his response again.
"It's not that hard of a question." I teased. I smirk laid on my face as I waited.
" You can call me a tourists I suppose. I am not native here." He said bluntly. I squinted my eyes trying to give him a clue to continue on with his story. He raised a brow and then finally understood what I was saying.
"There's not much else to say Seprina." He sighed.
"At least not right now. You wouldn't understand." He sighed once more. He seemed a little agitated, he just stared off into his thoughts.
I didn't think I was asking a much too personal question. Did that question even count as personal? I quit my nagging as I started to draw again.
After a few minutes had passed away I hear a familiar voice that was seek but kind.
"Can I see?" Achilles smiled. I arched my brow at him, confused as to what he meant. Achilles gently grabbed my pencil from my hand, brushing his fingers against mine. He waited for me to give him the pencil. I placed the pencil in his hand. I was hesitant at first but I sat still observing. I watched his hands smudge the page to shade the water. It was not that bad to be honest, it was pretty good. I watched his hands go back and forth on the page, leaving light strokes of led against it.
"I thought you couldn't draw." I said in astonishment.
"I never said I couldn't. You just assumed I could not. I can do much more than what you think I'm capable of." His voice stern and strict. Intimidating to any man or woman, even I.
I leaned in closer to pay attention more to the details. I barely even took noticed that my body so close to his, the slightest gap keeping us apart. My eyes glued to the paper, and the light cool breezes pressed upon my cold cheeks. The pencil had stopped moving in his hands and dropped from his very fingertips. I felt a warm hand press against my hip. Stunned of what was going on, I looked up and saw his silver eyes glued on me. I couldn't move. I didn't want too.
He stared down at me, his melting silver swirled around his pitch black pupils. They were so mesmerizing, I couldn't look away. His hand applied pressure against my hip, closing the gap between us. Shoulder to shoulder, my head tilted up as he towered over me.
The sun lit the rim of godly face with a fiery orange. His melting silver eyes had an orange tint making it look like a wild fire. Such a beautiful sight to see. My face burned with just looking at him.
"His" POV
I had her where I wanted her, right in my grasp. I stared into those beautiful crystal ocean green eyes, getting lost in them. I felt her cool breath brush my face, it was intoxicating. Her scent was so sweet. I wondered if her lips were even sweeter. The glow of the setting sun illuminated her face. Her skin complexion turning into a rose petal red.
"Oh, how cute. My little rose."
I broke our stare once I caught my eyes on her pink lips. So plump just begging for a kiss. I pressed my hand harder on her hip, moving her against my side.
Every inch closer felt like a decade waiting was lifted. Her look of desperation to not stop made my blood boil with lust. I wanted this woman to be mine now. To take what was rightfully mine. I dropped the sketch book on the ground. I didn't want to hold that pile of papers no more as the urge to wrap my arms around Seprina grew. I wanted her to be closer. I was drowning in love and lust for this woman. This was very much out of my nature.
It was startling to see how she was changing me and not even know it. I am not one to ever fall, but I have fallen for her. I have to tell her why I'm here, to show her, and I have to have her.
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Lonely Bloodlust
Romance"What happened?" Her words weak but calming. Her eyes jumping side to side trying to focus. She tried to turn her wounded head to the deed I had committed. I wiped my crimson hand onto my shirt, wiping away that monsters blood from my hand. I placed...