11-10-2008, 09:06 AM
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Edit: CREAK. Idiot. ;;
Kansas watched the sky, wondering when the clouds would cover that patch of sunlight and thinking about how strange it was that it was even there. Ahead were small tendrils of mist, made more visible by the dancing glimmers of sun. He hoped it would stay beautiful like this, for her; he hoped she would see this. Perhaps she could see through a window in the house, but he wanted her there beside him.
He had few worries left, but there were some. They'd found each other so young... Kansas knew he would never tire of Savina. Her soft nature and her strength were things he loved about her, among countless others. But would she tire of him? His quietness, his cowardice? He still had those lingering feelings of insecurity from his childhood, that he wasn't the kind of boy who could ever be yearned for. But he couldn't predict those things now; he'd have to simply trust.
He didn't hear the door opening behind him. He thought the floorboards gave an odd creak, but before he could turn around, he felt her slim, warm arms around his neck. His heart leaped as he grinned, lifting an arm and resting his hand over her forearm as she kissed and clung to him. "Hello, my beautiful girl." He always nearly trembled when she touched him; his neck turned and he returned a kiss, taking her hand in his. "Come here," he whispered almost playfully into her ear. "I want... to talk to you..."
Edit: CREAK. Idiot. ;;
Kansas watched the sky, wondering when the clouds would cover that patch of sunlight and thinking about how strange it was that it was even there. Ahead were small tendrils of mist, made more visible by the dancing glimmers of sun. He hoped it would stay beautiful like this, for her; he hoped she would see this. Perhaps she could see through a window in the house, but he wanted her there beside him.
He had few worries left, but there were some. They'd found each other so young... Kansas knew he would never tire of Savina. Her soft nature and her strength were things he loved about her, among countless others. But would she tire of him? His quietness, his cowardice? He still had those lingering feelings of insecurity from his childhood, that he wasn't the kind of boy who could ever be yearned for. But he couldn't predict those things now; he'd have to simply trust.
He didn't hear the door opening behind him. He thought the floorboards gave an odd creak, but before he could turn around, he felt her slim, warm arms around his neck. His heart leaped as he grinned, lifting an arm and resting his hand over her forearm as she kissed and clung to him. "Hello, my beautiful girl." He always nearly trembled when she touched him; his neck turned and he returned a kiss, taking her hand in his. "Come here," he whispered almost playfully into her ear. "I want... to talk to you..."