Doomed and Determined Snippets

Hello there - Zerxes

    There comes a time when some people realize the thing they want most, is standing right in front of them. It could range from a person, someone they suddenly can't live without, or an object that they've been looking for all their life. Most people spend forever looking for such things, no nook or cranny left unsearch. Sometimes, you realize it after some life-changing moment, some big major battle that you realize you don't need to go risking for life.

    For Zerxes, his was a simple "Oh," staring down at the face of his latest conquest. It was in the way his brain picked apart the little things. The length of her hair was all wrong, neither was it a particular shade of white that was starting to become one of the traits he searched for. While her eyes were a pretty shade of brown, he was more partial to a golden yellow shade. It was the way he didn't have to lean down to far to reach her and it left him feeling ...Wrong.

    Frowning, he stared down at the woman, whose name he couldn't even remember. He had no idea why that was bothering him so much now, it was something he had always done. No strings, no expectations, it was better that way right? Something caught his eye and turning to see just what it was he met the golden yellows of his...friend. The word didn't settle right, a frown settling on his face as she turned away from him, back towards the performing area of the tavern. Why did his chest hurt now? A subtle pain that didn't make any sense, even as he turned back towards the one standing beside him.

    "Sorry," He muttered, shooting back the drink in his hand one second, walking away the next second. In what seemed in little to no time, he was settling down at the same table as the one who seemed to hold his attention without even demanding it. He was fiddling with the little table decor, taking in the quiet noise of askance she let out.

    "What's the matter?" He looked up at her question, shrugging his shoulders even as he held her stare. What was the matter indeed, he thought to himself. She blinked at him, and there was something in the way the longer lashes brushed against her face. He let his eyes wandered further down, counting the freckles that were splattered across her cheeks.

    "Not my type," He answered softly, letting the nicknack settle on the table again, letting his arms crossed on the table, leaning forwards. There was a noise of disbelief, and he let a smirk graced his face, before watching her turn her gaze back over the crowd. Something settled in his chest, something fluttery. Oh. Hello there.

    "Maybe," One hand reached across, resting lightly over hers. He waited till she turned back, finding he liked it better when her attention was on him, not anyone else. Any of those ...undeserving ingrates that they were surrounded by. "Maybe, I just can't pretend that all those people I kiss are you." He could see something flash in her eyes, something he could almost place as the same feeling that he felt now. A gentle half-smile lit up his face, softening the normal sarcastic look he showed the world. "None of them could compare to the real thing, eh?"

    It might have been just the gentlest of brushes when he leaned forward to kiss her. Feather-light, but still filled with more emotions than any other bruising kiss that could have happened. He didn't pull back as far as he might of with another person, eyes fluttering open. When had his eyes shut? When had hers closed? Slowly, one hand came up to cup her cheek softly, thumb rubbing just as soft across her cheekbone.

    "Maybe," He didn't know his voice could go that soft, gentle. "I would rather us be the forever, without anyone else included."

Forever is a long, long time

But I wouldn't mind spending it by your side

Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile

I wouldn't mind it at all