here's another
Inspiration: “There are times it seems to me; I’m sharing you with memories. I feel it in my heart, but I don’t show it, show it. And then there’s times you look at me, as though I’m all that you can see. Those times I don’t believe its right, I know it, know it.” - O-Town ; All or Nothing
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Sometimes, she realized, she stared. Sometimes she stared long and hard, stared with firm eyes on that single figure, that single being separated from the rest of the crowd. Her eyes drifted from the others, ignored the mass and stared at that one lone figure. They locked on that one, trailed slowly up long porcelain legs, calves rippling with slender muscles, up that strong back, along those lithe shoulders and down and up that curtain of dark cobalt hair.
Then they traversed across the peek of that neck, so smooth-looking. Her fingers trembled by the edges of her skirt, itched to stroke. Her lip pulled in, was bit and sucked slightly in nervousness. She watched, almost darkly, as that figure seemed to shiver and turned halfway. The glimpse of verdigris eyes, the ghost of a glare. Her heart jigged in her chest.
Natsuki turned fully, set her green eyes on her. She stayed still, rooted on her spot as those eyes began to glow brazenly. Her lips pulled down, brow dipped into a frown. She seemed to be mulling something over, hands fidgeting and brushing the pale blue cotton of her blouse. The dim lighting of the room cast a bath of shadows on Natsuki’s form, vaguely danced dark and light on her face. Her features, hidden by the dimness, seemed ominous and intimidating.
Shizuru sucked her breath, eyes widening as one white hand lifted and beckoned her. Like the child that knew it was doing something it wasn’t supposed to, Shizuru cast a guilty glance about the room. The masses were huddling in, voices hushed and lips pulled back into smirks. Faceless strangers, she cared little for them. One glance, a subtle anxious glance, to her right. Blue eyes, the only pair she dared give attention to, were gazing away from her. Father wasn’t looking.
She looked back, over at Natsuki who stood at the doorway. Hidden almost in shadow, she nearly missed the pearly grin mischievously making its way along Natsuki’s mouth. A flutter of anticipation, a grin to mirror her beloved’s, and she ducked into the crowd, dodged each form that pushed past her. Hands, waiting in the dark, pulled her instantly when she was almost at the doorway and she allowed herself to be tugged into the still young night.
Shizuru breathed fresh air, chest expanding as her russet eyes swerved upward to stare at the inky-blue night. She grinned, felt a presence at her side and turned to Natsuki. Natsuki’s forest gaze found hers, her grin still wide and her eyes beginning to gleam with sneakiness. She tilted her head, asked why. Natsuki spoke softly, “You looked so bored there… And besides, I thought I’d give you a taste on what it’s like to skip boring things.”
“Like classes?” Shizuru asked smugly, watching as the dark-haired girl’s eyebrow twitched. Natsuki shot her a look, grabbed her hand and tugged her along toward a motorcycle parked just outside the gates, so distinct from the other much more sophisticated mobiles. Shizuru had to smile, picked up her pace and bumped into her old friend. Natsuki’s form trembled slightly, sniggers sounding from her and the old rebel turned to her, eyes alight, “Want to ditch?”
“Lead the way,” Shizuru cooed, then laughed as the other raucously snorted, pulling her hand along. As if they were teenagers trying not to be caught, the two looked sideways and back, front and around, before ducking past the gates and skirting toward Natsuki’s bike. Their joyous, though secretive, laughter bubbled in the night, with the roar of an engine before it faded.
It was nice to pretend they were teenagers once more, at least for just one night.
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Just in case anyone gets that feeling, the drabble is not meant to be angsty. Just...cheerfully nostalgic? If that makes sense. x-o;
A l l
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Sometimes, she realized, she stared. Sometimes she stared long and hard, stared with firm eyes on that single figure, that single being separated from the rest of the crowd. Her eyes drifted from the others, ignored the mass and stared at that one lone figure. They locked on that one, trailed slowly up long porcelain legs, calves rippling with slender muscles, up that strong back, along those lithe shoulders and down and up that curtain of dark cobalt hair.
Then they traversed across the peek of that neck, so smooth-looking. Her fingers trembled by the edges of her skirt, itched to stroke. Her lip pulled in, was bit and sucked slightly in nervousness. She watched, almost darkly, as that figure seemed to shiver and turned halfway. The glimpse of verdigris eyes, the ghost of a glare. Her heart jigged in her chest.
Natsuki turned fully, set her green eyes on her. She stayed still, rooted on her spot as those eyes began to glow brazenly. Her lips pulled down, brow dipped into a frown. She seemed to be mulling something over, hands fidgeting and brushing the pale blue cotton of her blouse. The dim lighting of the room cast a bath of shadows on Natsuki’s form, vaguely danced dark and light on her face. Her features, hidden by the dimness, seemed ominous and intimidating.
Shizuru sucked her breath, eyes widening as one white hand lifted and beckoned her. Like the child that knew it was doing something it wasn’t supposed to, Shizuru cast a guilty glance about the room. The masses were huddling in, voices hushed and lips pulled back into smirks. Faceless strangers, she cared little for them. One glance, a subtle anxious glance, to her right. Blue eyes, the only pair she dared give attention to, were gazing away from her. Father wasn’t looking.
She looked back, over at Natsuki who stood at the doorway. Hidden almost in shadow, she nearly missed the pearly grin mischievously making its way along Natsuki’s mouth. A flutter of anticipation, a grin to mirror her beloved’s, and she ducked into the crowd, dodged each form that pushed past her. Hands, waiting in the dark, pulled her instantly when she was almost at the doorway and she allowed herself to be tugged into the still young night.
Shizuru breathed fresh air, chest expanding as her russet eyes swerved upward to stare at the inky-blue night. She grinned, felt a presence at her side and turned to Natsuki. Natsuki’s forest gaze found hers, her grin still wide and her eyes beginning to gleam with sneakiness. She tilted her head, asked why. Natsuki spoke softly, “You looked so bored there… And besides, I thought I’d give you a taste on what it’s like to skip boring things.”
“Like classes?” Shizuru asked smugly, watching as the dark-haired girl’s eyebrow twitched. Natsuki shot her a look, grabbed her hand and tugged her along toward a motorcycle parked just outside the gates, so distinct from the other much more sophisticated mobiles. Shizuru had to smile, picked up her pace and bumped into her old friend. Natsuki’s form trembled slightly, sniggers sounding from her and the old rebel turned to her, eyes alight, “Want to ditch?”
“Lead the way,” Shizuru cooed, then laughed as the other raucously snorted, pulling her hand along. As if they were teenagers trying not to be caught, the two looked sideways and back, front and around, before ducking past the gates and skirting toward Natsuki’s bike. Their joyous, though secretive, laughter bubbled in the night, with the roar of an engine before it faded.
It was nice to pretend they were teenagers once more, at least for just one night.
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Just in case anyone gets that feeling, the drabble is not meant to be angsty. Just...cheerfully nostalgic? If that makes sense. x-o;