Is It Love?Nicolae Bartholy

Still On The Mission .1.

...Something's going on!  In fact something is starting to happen since I met Nicolae... The next day Is particularly difficult when my alarm goes off. I spent ages trying to get back to sleep. I put on a sweatshirt and a sweatpants to go do to breakfast. In the dinning room,Drogo is already seated even if there is no cup or plate. I'm used to it,it doesn't bother me anymore...

Drogo: So little one,you slept well...?

I prefer not to answer... It would take too long to explain to him that my night was once again a trip to hell. He wouldn't understand. I take up to casual air and just nod.

Drogo: Him,from the tired look on your face you seems to have a tormented night.

He start laughing,squinting me through half_closed eyes.

Drogo: Don't tell me you were tempt to return to Nicolae's room... You do know he is here now?

I'm dying to insult him to stop me from taunting me so early in the morning! But I just take a deep breath to calm myself. This is not the moment to throw a wobbly.

Allison: And you!had a breakfast already?

Drogo: I don't eat breakfast, you didn't answer my question...!

Allison: Listen drogo stop trying to wind me up,I'm not in the mood!

Drogo: Oh...the little thing doesn't feel so good?

Drogo gives me a look that is both mocking and inquisitive. I don't understand the pleasure he derives from taunting me with his double meaning questions.

Allison: Drogo,i assure you,now is really not the time. I haven't slept here since I arrived here. I regularly have the same dream...

Drogo: Nice, I hope the dream...

Does he want me to slap him?? I'm sure he is not being sincere he is just trying to push me to my limits, with his questions whose answers don't really interest him.

Allison: Nice isn't exactly the word I will choose...

Drogo: Daring then,you surprise me,little thing.

Drogo burst into amused laughter. His eyes crinkle up,and what could make him charming makes him unbearable.

Allison: I dream that I'm dead lying in a coffin,shredded to pieces by a monstrous wolf,is that daring enough for you...??

Suddenly Drogo's face transforms and he look embarrassed. Death is a sensitive subject to breakfast I guess. He stares at me silently. He look really worried. But maybe I'm just imaging it.

Allison: What! Do you think that's funny, you usually jump at the chance of making fun of me?

He's silent and I've got the impression that I've scored a point. It doesn't happen often and I want to make the most of it...

Allison: Now you know everything. Satisfied??

Nicolae arrives at the moment and I have to stop. As usual I didn't hear him arrive. The Bartholys can appear and disappear silently with rather  surprising too...

The sight of Nicolae makes me feverish. I have more and more trouble not seeing him as the passionate magician of my  dreams... But I tried to reassure myself and convinced myself that it's just my subconscious playing tricks on me. But clearly if I begin to accept the idea that I'm fantasied about him,I won't be able to speak to him without blushing. I observe his features,the long brown locks that frame his long thin face. There is something. There is something fascinating about him just as my magician... My eyes lies unconsciously on his long fingers. I imagine all the things he could do with them... Damn! am sort of attracted to him?