Obscure Occurrences |C. BAREBONE|

☛ Twelve ☚

• December, 1925 •

Credence didn't care if he was late. He could lie but that would get him nowhere, telling the truth resolved in a similar outcome. And yet, he refused to think of it as he walked arm in arm with Genevieve.

As they walked, he noticed the long stride in his step -like her- and how he could see everything. He finally realised how tall he was once he saw the tops of heads and colourful clips. Credence knew that he towered over Genevieve, he could witness all of her from that height... He could see under the lowered neckline.

Credence didn't want to seem disgusting. Or like the freak he was. Yet he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering. His black orbs skimmed her pale flesh until he saw the dip below her collarbone, revealing her chest which was neither too big nor small. He could see the curve of her breast which was covered just as her peak came into his eye's path.

"Credence?" Her voice asked curiously.

Never in his life had his reflexes been so fast until he heard her soft tone speak. He knew she caught him yet when he saw her features
-expecting disgust and horror- he instead witnessed a chained libido hidden behind her silver pools. Suddenly, the air became so tense as their eyes unconsciously met.

While he took in her every feature. Genevieve had wandered into dreams and fantasies. One that reminded her of the night after Dinner with the Shaw's.

With no time to lose. Genevieve quickly gripped Credence's long fingers and pulled him down the road. At first he stumbled into a run but eventually, he caught up with her as she was mindful of her grip.

Soon enough, they both reached  a high house, three stories high with leaves of wisteria climbing the red, brick walls. Around the home, an air of familial comfort drowned his lean form until Genevieve carefully descended a few stairs below the sidewalk, toward the back door of the house, instead of the front.

"What... What are we doing?" He murmured beside her, stopping before Genevieve was able to place her hand upon the knob.

"I want..." Genevieve hesitated. Was this wrong of her?

Credence raised an eyebrow slightly in a worrisome confusion.

"Credence-" she began with a subtle whisper, he could feel her warm breath against his cheek and house it roused a desire for sin. It was so easy to just reach out... "- I want to take you to my room".

"W-What?" He spluttered, unable to grasp her wish.

While Genevieve bit on her lip nervously, flicking her eyes between him and her feet, Credence assessed himself. He wasn't handsome, he didn't have the confidence that most men had nor were his clothes appropriate. Plus, how could he protect you if he couldn't protect himself?

However, if he saw into Genevieve's mind, he would see that and more. She adored his long nose, the calm storm amongst his ink pools for eyes. She especially loved the way he melted into her embrace. She knew it was wrong, that he had to remain her friend and just her friend. But she couldn't drag her mind from those thoughts.

Credence mulled it over. His mind washing with waves of pure, torn conscience. As he stood before her -so close her forehead nearly rested against his chest- he could already feel the lashings of his belt, the evil words being spat by Mary Lou.

Yet, despite that, his hands still slithered through the air, careful and sneaky to intertwine their fingers gently together. He knew what was in her room. It was a dream. A faerie land he had yet to witness.

Therefore, he nodded his head with a stutter in his movements before Genevieve finally looked up toward him. Credence couldn't believe someone would look at him in such a way. With so much adoration that he felt intoxicated and he could barely stand against her golden aura. She was sunlight with such an expression she painted upon her soft features.

"Are you sure?" Genevieve asked quietly, her lips only ghosting over his jaw as she spoke.

"I-I'm more than sure".

With the words, Genevieve pecked the angle of his jaw and opened the door slowly to enter the darkness of unknown adventure. While they climbed the stairs to the main house, Genevieve was generating an idea of how it would go; creating a sequence of movements to pleasure him. It was all new after all, even he was fabricating such things, only to doubt them and deem them unfit for Genevieve. But still, he didn't know that Genevieve would enjoy every one.

The air was pregnant with tension once they passed the kitchens. After all, they had entered not just her home, but her Father's. Already, Credence could feel the disrespect radiating off his form as he absorbed his surroundings. Pretty, draped curtains embellished with curls and patterns of royal connotations. Beneath the thin soles of his shoes, Credence could feel the difference between the cold, New York City pavements and the soft carpets beneath his feet. This is when Credence knew the extent of Genevieve's privilege. It left him in total awe until he heard a far away click from upstairs.

In an instant, as soon as a yellow light filtered downstairs, Genevieve quickly pulled Credence into the drawing room where there was no door, only open space full of books and wondrous inventions.

While daunting footsteps traveled through the air, thumping against his chest with fear. Genevieve pressed Credence close to wall with her hand gently cupping his soft lips. She could feel the hot, ecstatic breaths of fear against her palm as her Father's heavy footfalls assaulted her ears with a drum of war. Genevieve didn't exactly know what would happen if her Father captured the two, but she knew nothing good would come from the scene.

Her heart hammered, her breathing was silent and shallow with each erratic exhale.

I can't be found. Genevieve repeated those words as a mantra as the steps slowly approached, coming closer and closer until...

"Mr Burnett?" Mrs Glover calls far from their forms. In that moment, Genevieve had never been so thankful for an interruption.

From there, Victor Burnett brushed off the noises as outside forces and approached the elder woman suspected to be in the kitchen. Thus allowing Genevieve to sneak away and through to her bedroom.