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WC 1101.
The smile seemed to linger; as though it had seen the sunshine and did not want to return to its dark cell of Snake's mind. It seemed almost statuesque on his facade, and that, in a strange sort of way, made her stomach churn. Some people called them 'butterflies', Lucia simply called it nerves. There was something about him that made her once shut mind wake up and scream out; whether it was the fighting talk, or the gun, or simply his attractive looks, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that whilst his smile remained in the light of the day, she felt flushed – a little egotistical too, but more aroused by that beautiful image of happiness and content on the male's maw.
With their similarities in opinions, and there views almost perfectly aligned, Lucia was quick to ponder the possibilities of fate and destiny. Though she had not often thought much of the idea of a predetermined life, situations like this did beg the question of whether some events were meant to happen. If this were true, she found herself praying that this was one of those moments and that, coincidence being null and void, this would not be the last time they crossed each others paths. Watching his head tilt softly to the side, it became apparent that for some reason or another, Lucia had become the sole focus of Snake's attention, and with her mind armed with that knowledge, her face began to burn. If it were possible, she would have turned an ugly shade of red. Her eyes dropped momentarily to the floor, as she began to mentally recollect herself; the realization that somebody actually wanted to hear what she had to say proved too much for the ebony female, as she had felt her confidence shatter into a million pieces, and as she stood there quietly, trying to tape back all the pieces in a vain attempt to not reveal her emotions to the handsome male whom she shared her time with, she couldn't help but look at him. Those malachite eyes drowning in a strange, seemingly uncomfortable emotion – there was a deep set glimmer of attraction in her eyes, and it was in that split second that she made their gazes meet, that she realized how much she would actually enjoy kissing him – and as one could imagine, the embarrassment came strolling right back into her heart.
It was apparent to the blushing bride, though she remained briefly distracted by her own escapee-confidence, that Snake had began to speak again. That pulchritudinous voice floating softly through her mind, calming her bumbling whims of embarrassment and sending her 'butterflies' into a slumber. Watching him carefully, his lips moving ever so gracefully as he spoke of his past, Lucia couldn't help but notice the duality in his words. It was a strange thing really – there wasn't many who could successfully have two minds about a subject. Lucia was one of the few – and now, it seemed, so was Snake. Her heart soared with amusement; the similarities were growing. “That's terrible,” she responded softly, genuinely annoyed at the idea that he had to fight in his childish days. “Although, I can relate... I've fought my way here, and no doubt I will have to continue to do so. The world is a chaotic place these days. It's definitely becoming one of those dog-eat-dog fights which the whole world wants to participate in. Wouldn't you agree?” She smiled meekly. Lucia, though the words repeated in her head, couldn't seem to grasp what she had just said. She felt almost moronic for speaking such crap, but if Snake brought into it, she wouldn't have a problem. Maybe on some subconscious level of her brain it did make complete sense, and she didn't sound like some preaching religious nut that she had come across so often on her journeys – always yelling about the end of the world and the way that everyone would be in a battle the size of the planet. But as for this moment in time, she felt ridiculous, and if Snake could see this clearly, he would probably run a mile or two in the other direction – or at least, just away from her.
Yet, as these feelings of stupidity and self-hatred began to build, the process was stopped. In fact, it felt like all time had just stopped itself. Lucia's heart began to pound in her chest, echoing through her eardrums, and her pulse racing as she felt the blood fire through her veins as though she had taken a dose of speed or perhaps a really bad batch of cocaine. It was a shock to see him move – well, more the fact that his eyes seemed glued to her frame and that his movement had been toward her. There was those butterflies again. She swallowed hard, unable to think of anything perfect to say – or anything to say at all. Her throat dried up, a lump the size of a golf ball jamming its way into her voice-box. Pushing herself hard, a mental shove that if were put into reality could have probably put Lucia to the floor, she finally opened her mouth. At first there was no words to muster. She simply found herself mouthing them, resembling something close to a demented goldfish out of water. Closing her eyes momentarily, trying to picture herself elsewhere – even though there wasn't anywhere she would rather be than just right here... with him – she finally rasped a word. Her voice slightly croaky, shaking from adrenaline; she was nervous, but only because there were thoughts in her mind that she could never bring up – she doubted even the rating R was satisfactory.
“Yes?” She whispered, repeating his word as though drugged or perhaps a little bit drunk. “Yes?” She felt her legs move closer toward him, it was as though she had no control over her body. It appeared hormones had the stronger lead. Now only inches from his face, her eyes opened again and stared. He was hypnotizing; she was star-struck. Frustration was a bitch. “My brain is telling me to kiss you,” she admitted, her voice a low whisper, her heart louder than any drum she had ever heard. “Can I?” there was innocence in her voice; for once, the confidence she harbored had failed. But it didn't matter. This moment was perfect, or at least on the verge of said perfection. “Please, say yes again...”
WC 1101.
The smile seemed to linger; as though it had seen the sunshine and did not want to return to its dark cell of Snake's mind. It seemed almost statuesque on his facade, and that, in a strange sort of way, made her stomach churn. Some people called them 'butterflies', Lucia simply called it nerves. There was something about him that made her once shut mind wake up and scream out; whether it was the fighting talk, or the gun, or simply his attractive looks, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that whilst his smile remained in the light of the day, she felt flushed – a little egotistical too, but more aroused by that beautiful image of happiness and content on the male's maw.
With their similarities in opinions, and there views almost perfectly aligned, Lucia was quick to ponder the possibilities of fate and destiny. Though she had not often thought much of the idea of a predetermined life, situations like this did beg the question of whether some events were meant to happen. If this were true, she found herself praying that this was one of those moments and that, coincidence being null and void, this would not be the last time they crossed each others paths. Watching his head tilt softly to the side, it became apparent that for some reason or another, Lucia had become the sole focus of Snake's attention, and with her mind armed with that knowledge, her face began to burn. If it were possible, she would have turned an ugly shade of red. Her eyes dropped momentarily to the floor, as she began to mentally recollect herself; the realization that somebody actually wanted to hear what she had to say proved too much for the ebony female, as she had felt her confidence shatter into a million pieces, and as she stood there quietly, trying to tape back all the pieces in a vain attempt to not reveal her emotions to the handsome male whom she shared her time with, she couldn't help but look at him. Those malachite eyes drowning in a strange, seemingly uncomfortable emotion – there was a deep set glimmer of attraction in her eyes, and it was in that split second that she made their gazes meet, that she realized how much she would actually enjoy kissing him – and as one could imagine, the embarrassment came strolling right back into her heart.
It was apparent to the blushing bride, though she remained briefly distracted by her own escapee-confidence, that Snake had began to speak again. That pulchritudinous voice floating softly through her mind, calming her bumbling whims of embarrassment and sending her 'butterflies' into a slumber. Watching him carefully, his lips moving ever so gracefully as he spoke of his past, Lucia couldn't help but notice the duality in his words. It was a strange thing really – there wasn't many who could successfully have two minds about a subject. Lucia was one of the few – and now, it seemed, so was Snake. Her heart soared with amusement; the similarities were growing. “That's terrible,” she responded softly, genuinely annoyed at the idea that he had to fight in his childish days. “Although, I can relate... I've fought my way here, and no doubt I will have to continue to do so. The world is a chaotic place these days. It's definitely becoming one of those dog-eat-dog fights which the whole world wants to participate in. Wouldn't you agree?” She smiled meekly. Lucia, though the words repeated in her head, couldn't seem to grasp what she had just said. She felt almost moronic for speaking such crap, but if Snake brought into it, she wouldn't have a problem. Maybe on some subconscious level of her brain it did make complete sense, and she didn't sound like some preaching religious nut that she had come across so often on her journeys – always yelling about the end of the world and the way that everyone would be in a battle the size of the planet. But as for this moment in time, she felt ridiculous, and if Snake could see this clearly, he would probably run a mile or two in the other direction – or at least, just away from her.
Yet, as these feelings of stupidity and self-hatred began to build, the process was stopped. In fact, it felt like all time had just stopped itself. Lucia's heart began to pound in her chest, echoing through her eardrums, and her pulse racing as she felt the blood fire through her veins as though she had taken a dose of speed or perhaps a really bad batch of cocaine. It was a shock to see him move – well, more the fact that his eyes seemed glued to her frame and that his movement had been toward her. There was those butterflies again. She swallowed hard, unable to think of anything perfect to say – or anything to say at all. Her throat dried up, a lump the size of a golf ball jamming its way into her voice-box. Pushing herself hard, a mental shove that if were put into reality could have probably put Lucia to the floor, she finally opened her mouth. At first there was no words to muster. She simply found herself mouthing them, resembling something close to a demented goldfish out of water. Closing her eyes momentarily, trying to picture herself elsewhere – even though there wasn't anywhere she would rather be than just right here... with him – she finally rasped a word. Her voice slightly croaky, shaking from adrenaline; she was nervous, but only because there were thoughts in her mind that she could never bring up – she doubted even the rating R was satisfactory.
“Yes?” She whispered, repeating his word as though drugged or perhaps a little bit drunk. “Yes?” She felt her legs move closer toward him, it was as though she had no control over her body. It appeared hormones had the stronger lead. Now only inches from his face, her eyes opened again and stared. He was hypnotizing; she was star-struck. Frustration was a bitch. “My brain is telling me to kiss you,” she admitted, her voice a low whisper, her heart louder than any drum she had ever heard. “Can I?” there was innocence in her voice; for once, the confidence she harbored had failed. But it didn't matter. This moment was perfect, or at least on the verge of said perfection. “Please, say yes again...”