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Friday 12 August 2011 photo 7/7
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"Buggy shuddered, hoping Eru didn’t notice. Her cheek rested so close to his, her warmth felt like fire. He could smell her, kind of like lavender, and he wondered if it was her soap, her perfume, or just a natural pleasant scent she had. His ungloved black-tipped fingers clutched her soft body, his left hand lucky enough to have direct contact with the milky skin. It felt like silk and he found himself looking down at her just make sure she wasn’t just a wonderful dream. He glanced at her face as often as he dared without letting her know he was doing so. Her face was calmer, far from the distrust, panic, and sadness he saw on the truck, and he wondered whatever compelled him to yell at her. Her eyes reflected the horizon, ebony and glassy, and her lips, though absent of her usual amethyst lipstick, were still vibrant with rose. Though her carnival act invoked death, her natural beauty invoked life.
He nearly dropped her when suddenly looked to him. She was smiling warmly. Buggy’s natural reaction was to back away, detach himself, but the situation kept him close to her tepid body, face to face with her. His eyes darted away when her gaze did not avert. Though she looked up at him with an expression that lacked judgment and accusation, he felt so aware of himself and his flaws.
What are you looking at? he thought. If I kissed you right now, what would happen? I bet I could. What could you do? We’re in a muddy lake. I could drop you. But I could never do that. You’re so beautiful. I wish you’d stop looking at me.
“Buggy?" He almost didn’t hear his name he was so rapt in his internal argument. He responded by looking her in the eye again. He realized he was digging his fingers pretty roughly into Eru’s body and immediately relaxed them. “You’re not so bad. I know you act like an asshole sometimes, but I have a feeling you’re really a nice guy, deep down."
His heart both soared and sunk. Nice guy? Isn’t that another way of saying “let’s just be friends?" Buggy cleared his throat and looked to the shore which was slowly approaching. “Thanks, Eru." He said it so low, he didn’t care if she heard it or not. She did, and replied by resting her head under his chin. He was sure she was torturing him now."
NOT BY ME men EDITED by me ;)
(Eftersom jag saknar skriftlig talang för ögonblicket qwq)
(Eftersom jag saknar skriftlig talang för ögonblicket qwq)
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