A Surge of Green
out of my car with my stuff. His dark grey eyes kind
allenging grip, his boa-constrictor arms pressing me so tightly into his heavily muscled torso that I th
d much smaller body's embrace. Almost as strong as her brother, Misha's hugs tend to drive the breath from my bod
wheeze, bright lights da
through a few papers that look a lot like reports - what with their coagulated typed-out script and charts on every other page. He comes to a stop in front of me and finally lo
don't know what kind is his other half - he still hasn't warmed up to me since the treaty. Not that I blame him. He knew I was the root cause of the war and w
into a firm body. Shivers of anticipation and longing slide over and under my skin, making my entire bo
saw it, hanging over his eyes in the usual messy disarray that almost looks too-purposeful and disguises the hypnotic affect of his gaze. His lips are twisted into their usual smirk, ju
. Like we're two parts of a wh
ling to thumb across my bottom lip. The whole world seems to freeze and fall away around us. Not in the way it would when we had visions last year - a phenomena that seems to hav
s almost buckle under it. And beneath it all, the barely restrained need to be even closer to me, a longing to be o
in to become more s
mirror smacking into place and muti
is Wolven ability as a Sensor to sensor his mind from me. The defenses between us were always an issue, but after the Blooming last year the wall h
ose behind me to my assigned locker. I fight to ignore him instead and proceed to fill the metal thing with my new textbooks and a few folders. "Red?" Blue asks me softly, leaning so his face is almost buried in my neck, the heat of his breath bringing a whole new and annoying cascade of emotio
op him from reading me anyway, which is part of the reason why I'm so frustrated. He can read me like a book - wether I want him to or not - but whenever I explo
e thoughts aloud. The prospect of forever hangs between us, the connection all but binding us together, and
oser to me to bridge the physical distance between us - but the wal
can almost see the next few months playing out before my eyes. Me jogging up and down these steps, around the whole school to get to my classes on time, doing homework and getting good grades. Not missing a whole semester because of shit happening in my life. A normal existence for a Wolve
of my next words managing to fill me and sh
looking at him, my chest aching and eyes stinging as I