*2021 Watty Award Shortlister*
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I scanned his face, taking in all of his features. His eyes were large, shockingly so, and his eyelashes were long, accentuating that honey gaze. His lips were blush pink, his cheeks taking on the same tint in the nipping air. I glanced at his neck as he swallowed before my gaze returned to his eyes.
"You can't do that," he spoke, turning back onto his back.
"Do what?"
"Look at me."
"I can't look at you?" I echoed.
"Not like that."
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They say you meet the person you fall in love with when you least expect it. For Sage and Angel, this is especially true.
After a run in at a party, Sage and Angel find themselves on a winding road of discovery, heartbreak, acceptance, trauma, and healing. Throughout their journey, they learn about one another, about themselves, and about life itself, and in ways they'd never imagined.
"It is such a happiness when good people get together - and they always do."
- Jane Austen
TW/CW: This story contains implications and descriptions of sexual harassment (Parachute, Happy Birthday, All The Fun, Buzzkill), attempted sexual assault (Parachute, Bad Professor), sexual assault (Parachute, Bad Professor), abuse (Leaving), and homophobia (Leaving, A Visit). Please read with caution.
"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me.
"Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure.
"With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his.
Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered.
As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath.
Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree.
Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell.
I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood!
He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...