Doomed and Determined Snippets

Hello there - Zephyr

     It wasn't in her plans to fall for anyone. She just wanted to travel after being sheltered her whole life. Which is probably partly to blame for her willingness to trust anything and anyone she comes across. But somehow, this time she felt different. He felt different. Almost as if all those other times she'd 'fallen in love' hadn't been real. The emotion she felt now was stronger, more real. Not like the love she had for the lands she passed or the occasional random dog she would come across. This went deeper. So deep, she could feel a stinging pain in her chest, as if someone had taken a blade to her heart. It hurt the many times she told herself to move on and stop following him around. To stop that feeling that was growing inside her heart. But one wink, one flirt, one rare smile, she was right back where she started. Waiting, hoping, maybe someday she'd be the one heading back to his room in the tavern instead of the waitress. The one to receive those whispered little nothings, that seemed to brighten other people's days so much.

    Was it her hair? Maybe I should cut it. Maybe I can change it to brown. Was it her skin? It's always been a dull grey, not like...hers. All pink and flushed and clear. Not covered in spots like me. I wish I could've been taller. I wish my eyes had pupils and weren't bright yellow. I wish- is he looking at me? Oh shit, he's looking at me. She quickly turned back to the performer on stage, praying he didn't notice she had been staring the entire time. For a moment, she thought maybe he hadn't noticed, then he was sitting down across from her. He seemed almost unsure of himself, as she watched him from the corner of her eye. She was sure she hadn't seen him fiddle with something along time, much less something he just randomly picked up off the table. Did he get rejected? Was that where the unsureness was coming from? She wondered, before taking in a deep breath, trying to pull forth the bravery to ask. She may not be able to tell him how she felt, or be able to know what it's like to have his attention, but that didn't mean she wanted to see him so... dejected.

    "What's the matter?" it came out much quieter then she intended, but at least he seemed to hear. He looked up at her, eyes trailing over her face -was there something on her face?- before his eyes came back to her own.
    

    "Not my type," he set what he had been playing with back down. She scoffed wondering if anyone was his type at this point, he seemed to go after thing that showed him any interest. Zephyr turned her gaze back towards the performing group, not wanting to see his smirk that hits her so hard in the chest. Made her feel one too many things. She could see him in the corner of her eye lean forward, arms resting on table nonchalantly

    "Maybe," She felt his hand come to land on hers and her heart skipped a beat. Working up the nerve, she faced him once more. "Maybe, I just can't pretend that all those people I kissed are you." Was her heart meant to flutter the way it just did? Could he tell just what those words did to her? She was almost sure that her lungs were attempting to kill themselves, trying to breath seemed harder than usual. What? He smiled. Not smirked. Smiled. That smile she'd only seen once or twice since meeting him. It was that half-smile, one that gave him some sort of gentleness that normally she couldn't find any other time. Once maybe, when he'd been lost in thought, thoughts of his family he had informed her when asked. "None of them could compare to the real thing, eh?"

    What? Had someone cast a spell on her? Hold person maybe, or was she dreaming again? Zerxes leaned forward, slowly and carefully, as if attempting not to spook a startled mare anymore then it already was. His lips met hers and she felt a thousand emotions at once. Disbelief, shock, something light and airy that she had no name for. Eventually, everything seemed to come to a lul, her eyes drifting shut. If this was a dream, she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could. Was it creepy to admit that this kiss seemed softer to the others she'd seen him give out? He pulled away an inch, and she kept her eyes closed for a second longer, wanting to keep that feeling for as long as she could. His hand was cupping her cheek gently, thumb brushing across the bone there, and she swore he must have been counting the freckles as he did so.

    "Maybe," His voice was the softest, most earnest tone she didn't think she'd ever heard from him, "I would rather us be the forever, without anyone else included."

Cause you are the piece of me, I wish I didn't need

Chasing relentlessly, still fighting I don't know why

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?

If our love is insanity, why are you my clarity?