Alexandra
No, please--say it again.
Mon Sep 23, 2013 23:00
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”I have to tell you something.”

Six words were all it took, and Alexandra was afraid. She felt her temperature drop what felt like a significant amount as panic washed over her. He had to tell her something? Telling sounded like a terrible idea. She hated deep discussion because it only brought pain and harsh realities to the surface, penetrating what been such a perfect shield of fiction and bliss. Niccolò wanted to talk about real life, but the blonde hated actualities. She preferred to lose it all, drowning in his brown eyes and the promise of forever, a promise that was never meant to be kept.

As he spoke, stumbling over his words, she felt her hand grow painful as he evidently forgot himself. She masked the pain—it was not his fault—as best she could, perhaps a small grimace escaping her barriers, but eventually he realized what he had done and loosened his grip. Niccolò would never hurt her intentionally. She knew that. He was her lover and protector. He would never hurt her.

And then they were connected, lips pressed, all of his attempts at noble speech far removed. This was what forever tasted like, the sensation of immortality. She felt his mouth move in unusual ways, and muffled sounds came out: “Te amo, querida. Alexandra, I love you.” Her eyes snapped open but did not see, blinded by sudden and speeding tears, and she did not let go, only deepening the kiss. It was all she ever wanted to hear—from anyone—and here she was. Seventeen years of fire and ice and here she was.

The Lyra never wanted to let go, her arms locked around his neck, lips refusing to separate from his. Her tears must have run onto his cheek at some point, stealing her privacy, but she had nothing from him anymore. Who cared if he knew she was emotional? He loved her. He loved her.

She refused to be the one to release first, but when eventually they returned to being two, she felt herself continue to cry. “Y-you-…“ But she could not speak the words, emotions rendering her inarticulate, choking her. Alexandra paused, attempting to regain her composure. “Wh-what did you want t-to ask?”

But the moment the words passed her lips—his, for she belonged to him—she felt she knew exactly what it was.

  • I shouldn't have said anything.Niccolò, Mon Sep 23 02:48
    The sun was just about to fade, the last lingering rays of orange light teasing passing shadows of pedestrians that were slinking into the night. The light rain that had coated the better part of the ... more
    • No, please--say it again. — Alexandra, Mon Sep 23 23:00
      • ¿Quieres casarte conmigo?Niccolò, Wed Sep 25 21:01
        Their kiss tasted like goodbye, and it might've been their last, and there was a possibility they were about to end right there on Pearl Street, their shadows fading into darkness. Niccolò kept his... more
        • We're speaking different languages now.Alexandra, Sun Sep 29 19:01
          It was everything she thought she wanted to hear, but it only took a moment to realize how real and true and wrong it was. Alexandra was legally promised to someone else, and Niccolò was... more
          • I was speaking the language of love.Niccolò, Thu Oct 3 18:45
            A startled laugh burst from Niccolò's throat, his knee scraping against the pavement as Alexandra wrenched him forward and off the ground, the neck of his shirt bunched up in her tightened fist,... more
            • I don't speak that one.Alexandra, Mon Oct 14 00:12
              It was over in an instant, her demanding questions, but all at once, she knew what she had done. Alexandra had taken all of the trust and hope and everything else good in her empty shell of a life,... more
              • Let me teach you.Niccolò, Tue Nov 5 12:34
                He barely withheld his flinch as Alexandra reached towards him once more, but her touch was suddenly tender, the gentle stroke of pale fingers against his stung cheek, and despite himself Niccolò... more
                • Firm hands attached to Alexandra’s shoulders and pulled, and romantic words of poetic standards buzzed in her ears, but she refused to look at their source. After outbursts, she had mustered a bit of ... more
                  • You're a terrible student.Niccolò, Wed Nov 6 23:10
                    The night had started off terrifying, so promising, and the scent of hope was a little like gasoline; overwhelming and maybe a little foul, but undeniably powerful and clung to the skin, and if a... more
                    • I guess I've flunked.Alexandra, Fri Nov 8 17:12
                      Niccolò released her, and without realizing it, Alexandra retracted, taking a couple slow steps back as she rubbed the ache out of the shoulder his dominant hand had gripped, the one that hurt more.... more
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