Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Mar 22, 2023 17:53:42 GMT -7
now you see me.
A PART OF NATE WONDERED IF MAYBE EVY would simply ignore him. Her cocked brow almost an answer in itself. She had a quiet way about her, the kind of searing stare Nate had always been drawn to at Hogwarts. How she could both dare and reject him simultaneously. He felt it in that quirk of her sculpted brow. And yet, as his leg bounced gently against the floor, he wanted an answer. To hear her voice rasp against the lingering touch of his finger as he scuffed it against the divot under her chin before pulling away reluctantly.
Just as quickly as he wanted, Nate could only watch as Evy boldly reached across that meagre space between them and stole the joint from his lax fingers. He let it happen, almost eager with anticipation as he watched her lift to her mouth and take a small draw. Watched it catch water in the corner of her smoky green eyes, and pull at her lips. Her lips he watched with extra care, his own almost pursing in imitation as the bouncing of his leg paused so that he could concentrate. She'd asked him something, the obvious answer to his question, but no less thrilling. He didn't have an answer for her, not one that he wanted to give.
Why had he invited her up? Because he hated his fucking job, and his fucking flat. He had no real friends and he was wasting away in an attic like an old forgotten trunk of abandoned miscellaneous items. Because his best friend hated him and the others screwed him over, and maybe he'd deserved it. God, it was pitiful, to be so free and yet so completely clueless all at once. He'd thought graduating meant freedom and success. He thought he'd wear pressed tailored robes and a tie with a Circe-knot. He thought fucking wrong, because all of that cost money and time - of which he had neither.
Rolling his bottom lip up between his teeth, Nate sniffed sharply and cast all thought from his mind. It was easy on the come-up of a lungful of weed smoke. The bitterness dissipating like fresh mist as the heat in the room rose. He mirrored her previous action, reaching across the space to pluck the joint from Evy's fingers silently. He took a sharp draw for luck before licking two fingers and pinching the end. Turning slightly, he flicked it onto his 'side=table' and turned back.
This time there was a sharp determination to his posture. Moving his knee onto the bed, Nate shifted into Evy's space all at once. One hand braced on the wall, the other reaching up to cup her face before he leaned in and kissed her soundly. The feeling of her pouted mouth familiar and as hypnotising as it had looked pursed around a filter. He moved over her, licking the residual smoke from her mouth and forgetting how to breath, because why on earth would he want to? His thumb finding its home in the hollow of her cheek.
Just as quickly as he wanted, Nate could only watch as Evy boldly reached across that meagre space between them and stole the joint from his lax fingers. He let it happen, almost eager with anticipation as he watched her lift to her mouth and take a small draw. Watched it catch water in the corner of her smoky green eyes, and pull at her lips. Her lips he watched with extra care, his own almost pursing in imitation as the bouncing of his leg paused so that he could concentrate. She'd asked him something, the obvious answer to his question, but no less thrilling. He didn't have an answer for her, not one that he wanted to give.
Why had he invited her up? Because he hated his fucking job, and his fucking flat. He had no real friends and he was wasting away in an attic like an old forgotten trunk of abandoned miscellaneous items. Because his best friend hated him and the others screwed him over, and maybe he'd deserved it. God, it was pitiful, to be so free and yet so completely clueless all at once. He'd thought graduating meant freedom and success. He thought he'd wear pressed tailored robes and a tie with a Circe-knot. He thought fucking wrong, because all of that cost money and time - of which he had neither.
Rolling his bottom lip up between his teeth, Nate sniffed sharply and cast all thought from his mind. It was easy on the come-up of a lungful of weed smoke. The bitterness dissipating like fresh mist as the heat in the room rose. He mirrored her previous action, reaching across the space to pluck the joint from Evy's fingers silently. He took a sharp draw for luck before licking two fingers and pinching the end. Turning slightly, he flicked it onto his 'side=table' and turned back.
This time there was a sharp determination to his posture. Moving his knee onto the bed, Nate shifted into Evy's space all at once. One hand braced on the wall, the other reaching up to cup her face before he leaned in and kissed her soundly. The feeling of her pouted mouth familiar and as hypnotising as it had looked pursed around a filter. He moved over her, licking the residual smoke from her mouth and forgetting how to breath, because why on earth would he want to? His thumb finding its home in the hollow of her cheek.
