I turned my eyes toward the window in which I could see the trees swaying and little spider slashes of lighting hitting just beyond the walls. I turned back just in time to see her remove her vest which looked to have been made of soft leather. She took it in both hands and wrung it out before draping it over a crate. She finally turned to face me. She gazed at me evenly her expression soft with underling light in her ever so upturned lips. I continued to look back at her gaging not quite understanding what I was feeling. It couldn’t be vulnerability? Why would such a person lacking any form of threat cause me to feel vulnerable. She still looked on.
“What!?” I snapped teeth gritting.
She looked startled but her face returned the look of temperance. “I, well I’ve never seen tattoos this close up before.”
My brow crinkled. My tattoos? Well yes dauntless are for the most part the only faction to have them let alone support them. “And?”
“It’s much like art displayed on your skin I suppose. Do they only come in black?” She moved to lean on the crate.
“They can be colored.” My arms were still folded.
“But you only have black?”
“Yes.”
She nodded mostly to herself and looked at her feet. “I like them.” She looked back up a slight smile of kindness.
My immediate answer that came to my tongue was something like “Well I wouldn’t care if you didn’t.” but instead I said, “Thank you.”
She shrugged still smiling. “What’s your name?”
“Why does it matter?” I was being admittedly being on asshole. I was… uncomfortable with my current situation.
“Are you always so rude?” She had called me on it; a small flare of annoyance lighting those eyes, which faded as quickly as it had come being replaced by recognition. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ve been called worse.” I looked away and shrugged, arms permanently locked together in defense.
“Well since it seems we might be here a while… What can I call you?” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms in a motion that probably meant she was getting cold.
“Eric.” I looked at my feet than returned my gaze to her.
“I’m Faline.” She smiled in a shy manner and I realized she must have been just as uncomfortable as I was. I really wasn’t making it any easier on her.
I suppose I could try…
AN: Sorry it took so long, exspectmore please comment :)
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Divergent: Becoming The Monster (Eric's Story)
FanfictionThis story begins a year before Tris's choosing. A year into Eric's time in Dauntless. We delve into the mind of a mad man and what drove him. Never had we thought a girl from Amity could hold such a huge part of his cold heart.
