Chrollo with a crush

Electric Touch

The room was etched with mysterious designs, and various riches were plotted across the room in a disorderly fashion. However the only treasure you were interested in stood just five feet in front of you, his dark purple coat hanging loosely around him and swaying with the slightest breeze.

The speed of your heart was kindred with your racing thoughts; your fingers twisting nervously around the cap of the fine wine you held behind your back. His gaze was deep-seated and surrounded and owned the whole room, your delicate body feeling scrutinised under the heat. You couldn't help but wonder if his skin prickled from the electricity as much as yours did.

"Chrollo..."

Your voice sounded unsteady and you mentally punish yourself, taking a gulp and a breath to continue, "We missed you at Shalnarks halloween get together last night, so I took the liberty to get you this."

Internally praising yourself for the sudden confidence, you take a step forward and gracefully hold out the exquisite bottle of alcohol. You watch as his intense focus directs towards the wine you held before him, his eyes processing and seemingly appreciating the offering. You're glad to have his stare somewhere other than your body and your face; now red from the rush of blood and anticipation.

Its uncomfortably silent for longer than you like, enough to make you cough from the lump forming in your throat and your eyes to now dart to the floor. He seemed to notice, clearing his own airway and quickly taking the bottle so that his fingers only glided over yours for a milli-second, but enough to cause a spark.

"Thank you."

Its short and sharp and makes you wince.

- - - -

The bottle twirls in his steady hands as he examines it, a small smile etched on his face. His heart is thumping so loud he's surprised the ground doesn't shake beneath him from the consistent rhythm. He does his best to ignore how close your bodies are; two steps forward and your skins would collide and the room would electrify.

keep it together, chrollo

He's found himself saying that a lot recently. He doesn't want to think about the possibility of being that close, the possibility of your lips crashing together in passion and that delicate body pressed against him. He tries to put a lid on the thought but his pants are already becoming tight and his hands are gathering sweat. He rips his stare from the bottle to look at your face, recognising the familiar hue of red, wondering if perhaps- if its possible- that they're burning for the same reason as his.

The room feels heavy as if the ceiling is about to crash down or the floor will give way. How long have they been standing there? It feels too long, feels too unnatural and suffocating. As quick as the conversation started, it ends. In turn you say your goodbyes, and Chrollo swiftly moves passed you. His strides are quick and seem bitter- in truth he couldn't stand to be in the same room as you any longer. He couldn't even hear his own thoughts over the sound of his blood pumping. He desperately needed to get outside.

The fresh air is welcoming and soothes his fiery cheeks, and he doesn't stop or turn to see if you followed behind. He needed to get away and at this point he wasn't sure if his breath was frantic from power-walking so much or from the intensity of your encounter.

stay collected, stay collected, stay collected

He chants it, casts a spell to forget because this cant happen. His work is important and he cant have something so stupid cause him so much anxiety. He's annihilated Cities and thought nothing of it- why does his mind keep replaying how your hands glided over each other? Did he speak correctly and confidently, didn't sound too needy or didn't sound to harsh? No, he shouldn't even be thinking such things.

suppress and forget.

It's becoming his new motto.