Why did I want him? Why crave something so... evil. That's what he was after all, it's a the others ever told me. He couldn't be trusted, we had to push him away.
But I felt his pain, I could imagine how it hurts to be rejected by the people around him. He must feel so alone...
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"Hello there dearesssssssst" A cheery voice came from behind me.
It wasnt as cheery as he tried to make it out to be though, I sensed something was off. I spun to face him slowly, despite what the others had said he hadn't seemed all that... bad.
"H-hello" I said as I took him in, his scales shone ever so slightly in the pale lighting of the room. My room.
"You must be very brave to speak to me so... calmly" he said with a grin
"I don't see why I can't talk to you like I would any other person" I spoke confidently
He walked closer to me and tilted his head, almost as though he was a curious puppy.
"Do I look like a normal person to you?" He hissed.
There was venom behind his words as he turned his head away and left me to stare at his snake like features. I reached out a hand to touch them but as I got close enough to do so, he turned his back to me.
"You don't want to do that" he chuckled
" And what will happen if I do?" I asked
His saddened eyes met mine as he turned toward me with intent. He took a step toward me and I did not move.
"You're not afraid?" He almost stuttered
I touched his cold scales and ran the tips of my fingers along his cheek. A single tear fell down the human side of his split face.
"No, I'm not"
His lip began to tremble as more tears fell from his eyes and he wrapped his arms around me. I wonder how it feels to be hugged by someone when no one has ever loved you.
It seemed like hours had passed, though it had been a few minutes at the most before he pulled away. My hand still rested on his cheek. I couldn't help myself as I leaned in to his face, my lips connecting with his for a moment. He didn't even move, it's like he had forgotten how.
I pulled back ever so slightly leaving an inch between us. His eyes stared down at me, searching for something.
Before I had a chance to ask what, he connected our lips once more as they began to move in sync with each other. My eyes fluttered closed as his hands held me ever so gently as though I might break if he was too harsh.
Poetry had nothing on what was happening in this blissful moment. There was passion behind every small movement, something more than a simple kiss.
As he pulled away my eyes remained shut, afraid of what might happen if they were to open.
As they opened back up to reality, I looked around to find that as suddenly as he had appeared... he was gone.
I'm back guys miss me? Feel free to leave suggestions on who I should do next... dukey maybe?
