The Call Of The Night

pter: Not Afraid

ly with the man in my dreams, is absent. As the strange guilt rises from t

d, the corresponding expressions do not leak into his bright facial features.

ot fo

either as the lovable fragrance of the man from my

ayward emotions either. Instead

f. "I honestly expected father to sort of overreact. You know, economic stuffs that I don't give a damn about etc

hose exquisite amber eye

e amber eyes that are always so searingly fresh in my mind, I don't know. Andre takes the blush as his c

t turned into a date fro

ff of his tongue, as I let out a little scared squeak in response to the sudden appearance of the blindfold; and I nod, it does turn out to be one foremost example of irony. As of now, I

ing to constrict the life out of me. So, I keep utterly silent all the way. I am afraid that if I speak, that fear will swallow me whole, or so

I am currently of

is removed almost immediately, and so is my fear. I know that I should've been, or atleast should have tried

e, the singular natural water-body in Zaayes other than the ocean, is a sight to behold, more so w

he back of his neck, while motioning at a mat with a ba

k to Andre. He is staring intently at me, his expression blank, and yet I know that he i

d talk a tad more, Aizea. I know that your voice, just like you, your laugh, your

for a fleeting moment, that his words have an untold selfish undertone. But, I shove that chunk of n

rare fro

osed to say?", I think aloud, and Andre chuckles softly. "Even that will work.", he says a

hearing some more of your witty retorts can't hurt.", he says

nce first, and talk later, then.", I say, motioning towa

words!", Andre exclaims with a short

irst cup is peaceful and disaster-free, but as soon as he goes to pour the next one, his hand

l and rescue both it and Andre from the impending accident. I place it aside and quickly take his hand in mine. I grab the

n is slowly returning to it's actual semi-tanned colour. In matter of probably

usion crosses his features before he asks, "Hasn't Sheroa told you?" I don't know what he is talking about or what troubles telling the tr

s. It is one of the characteristics of being the strongest one of the lot. It's because they are meant to be the protector of their people." He says this with an under

politely as my wild-running internal storm would let me sound, after t

he been anything but

I am made to re-realize forces of just what magnitude I will need to reckon against, if not now then someday, in order to survive. And I fully intend t

ht makes

ity. "No no, it's fine. I just got a bit distracted.", I quickl

I finally reach out to pour him his tea. As our eyes meet again, I see his gaze clouding over in concentration. The perceptio

e feeling whenever I am around you nowadays, Aizea. I just can't precisely put my finger on it." He sounds frustrated and maybe even an

the time the warmth of his skin has warmed up my otherwise cool hand across the barr

ions that I so don't want to answer. "I was wondering, why I've never seen you one of these nigh

those night, so that his shifter can take charge of this whole affair. Letting the shifters sort out these feelings does sound easier than doing that by one's own self. Secondl

describing either my sweet dreams with him, or the horrendous sounds tha

t very-dreaded question, natur

is simple enough. I remember Sheroa telling me during one of our rarest of the rarest discussio

thing more about. That one secret that is much more outrageous than anything else I'll ever know. That one secret that make the shifters time

where he could finally put his finger on that particular thing that he finds odd about me.

undercurrent of question sound like

s eyes

shaking my head. This is why I prefer gestures

the other?", he asks me. I frown almost invisibly and then shake my head, but only after letting my e

e and security and assurance that he gives me. I crave to finally be able to let my guard down some day. I crave to finally have someone to

bad that I want to have it, a

his. Nor do I let these emotions m

sed, and I can rarely hold onto even a sliver of my composure once it's dark.", he says, ga

ool, homeworks, other potential couples in the class, baking, our p

that I'm

s I notice the coppery tinge beginning to leak into his previously clear blue eyes. I do underst

nswers, so that by the coronation day, I can seri

e makes me want to cry. If not for him as well as every single person here being so bip

I say, finally being able to be honest with him for once. Hi

ds me - I'll have to

ary, once you take me to the Town Square. I don't want to trouble you, further.", I reply, trying to minimize th

three words. But they contain such

een. Otherwise I wouldn't have survived

even more now, when his shifter spirit is slowly rearing up its nasty head. And me, because, as

his kind of respect, irrespective of age and all, but I am not. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from saying

e my best smile. Yes. My best smile. My new loss of fear is probably going to cos

I notice Andr

as been set on the table for me alone

t even Chorsh and Rubelle. I have indeed answered too many

spect this

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s of the

Aizea's night with

the tension du

uld you st

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