Under Shadows

lasangfroid:

“No, of course not!” She exclaimed in surprise. “I just feel uncomfortable staying under a roof so long.” She said in half honesty. She wouldn’t tell him that she thought she had failed him somehow. It would make her look more pathetic than she already is. She smiled a little more as she watched his hand hold hers. Her skin looked so much whiter against his, and it was so much more warm. She felt alien around him and she usually felt envious of such people. But right now, all she could really focus on was his warmth.

 ”Oh,” Ethan breathed. “Alright.” He half-smiled, and let go of her hand after a second more of admiring her face. “I’ll go get your clothes, then.” He ran his hand through his hair as he walked to the living room, where the clothes were piled neatly on a chair.

When he brought them to her, he asked, “Would you like anything before you leave? I can get you anything you’d like.” He kept his hands at his sides. He wanted to ask her if she had any ways of being contacted, but he was afraid to upset her.

(Source: ethaneither)

She was gentle. And soft.

She kissed his face as if she were kissing butterfly wings.

Her hands traced his skin so lightly that he wasn’t even sure she was really touching him.

It was their first time, and they were scared. And curious.

 He helped her out of her shirt, but his fumbling hands couldn’t get her out of her bra, so she did it for him. When her bra fell to the floor, she took his hands and shyly placed them on her chest.

The roundness of her breasts, the smoothness of the skin-it felt wrong to Ethan. But he was young, and didn’t understand those feelings, so they continued.

It was that evening when Ethan discovered it was difficult to put a condom onto a  semi-erect penis. It was the same evening the girl discovered it was much more difficult to get a nearly flaccid penis inside of her.

 Half an hour later, both were apologizing, sitting on the edge of his bed at ten o’clock at night. For the rest of her life, she would never feel attractive enough for the men she fell in love with. She would always doubt a man who told her that she was beautiful. She would die at the age of 83 in a quiet town, hoping that the town mortician would make her as beautiful dead as she wished she could have been in life, for the first boy she fell in love with.

lasangfroid:

Khal took in a single deep breath, her chest rising and ultimately falling dramatically as she breathed out. She almost felt like weeping at the loss of the warmth, much like she felt like weeping when she stepped out of water. She straightened the shirt she wore and traced her hand up the trail of warmth Ethan’s hand had left.

And the terrible thing was that she couldn’t express her feelings. She was happy and disappointed and confused, but her face remained completely blank. She couldn’t bring herself to smile. The numbness of her cold skin was returning and all that was left was an empty shell of her. She was so confused, she decided to feel nothing.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated while staring blankly at the traces of her black blood that stained the tile behind Ethan. “I’ll get my old clothes and leave.” This time she smiled a little, to reassure him that she was okay. She felt like she had failed him somehow and she wanted to leave his domicile out of respect.

 ”Leave?” Ethan’s surprise was apparent in his intonation, as well as the tinge of hurt. He searched her face as if it could tell him what he did that would make her want to leave. “I’m sorry. Did I go too far?” He stepped back, hoping the space might make her feel more comfortable. He let his hand slide gently down her arm, and found its way to her hand, which he held loosely.

(Source: ethaneither)

lasangfroid:

He responded? Christ, his arm had pressed her damp hair against the small of her back. He had hugged her closer. She opened her mouth, prying his open to let their tongues dance that dangerous tango she was so familiar with. When he did, she felt like she would faint. Even his mouth was hotter than hers. She ran the tip of her tongue across lips, then his jaw, then the nape of his neck. She could just hold herself against him just to relish in the warmth. She was sure that her translucent skin was practically a solid red color. She showered his lips with pecks here and there, muttering an out-of-place, “Sorry.”

She slowed her ministrations a little, realizing that she had practically forced herself on him. “Stop me,” she said quietly. Thought it sounded like a command, it was more of a warning. Stop me now or it won’t end.

Her fast advances caught Ethan somewhat off guard, as he wasn’t used to this forcefulness. It had been several years, and he was almost anxious about how to respond. However, the second her tongue brushed passed his lips, his anxiety melted away-the deepening of the kiss seeming to awaken parts of him that he had forgotten were there.

Before he realized it, her back was pressed against his refrigerator, his chest pressed to hers. As her tongue trailed around his jaw and neck, his hand went under the shirt she wore, trailing along her side and tracing her ribs, just underneath her chest. At some point, he bit the lobe of her ear, unintentionally leaving a red mark.

Her whispered command to stop her slowed him, and he retracted his hand, almost reluctantly. However, the command didn’t stop him immediately. His now free hand  dug itself into her hair, and he pressed her mouth close to his in one last kiss.

And then, gently, he pulled away, leaving one hand on the base of her neck.

(Source: ethaneither)

lasangfroid:

She laughed a little. “My blood isn’t acidic, Ethan,” she pointed out. “But you don’t need to worry about that. I’ll clean it up.”

She bent down with a paper towel she got off the count, her face leveling with Ethan’s. She looked at him curiously as he picked up the glass pieces, noticing that he was avoiding her. He had such a sweet face, and such an adoring personality. He made her feel warm again. No one had taken care of her like this in a long time and she felt like the could burst with joy. After they finished cleaning up, she stood in front of Ethan, cupped his face in her soft pale hands, and brought her lips upon his. She closed her eyes, relishing in the warmth once more. She hoped that maybe, just maybe he’ll like her. Maybe he’ll give her that warmth she longed for willingly.

The initial surprise that Ethan experienced caused him to step back a bit, his hand on the countertop. Before Khal could pull away, however, he wound his hand around her delicate waist, and gently pulled her closer. Her hands were cool against Ethan’s increasingly warming face, and they soothed him. He let all of his worries settle quietly in the back of his mind, and leaned into the kiss. Whatever was to come of this, he would flow with; and deal with as it came.

(Source: ethaneither)

lasangfroid:

“Huh?” She tilted her head confused and looked at where his eyes were averted. Her eyes widened when she realized she was bleeding again. How embarrassing. She lifted her foot, seeing a little clean slice along the pad of her white foot and a piece of glass embedded under the skin. She dug her fingers in there, pulling out the piece of glass nonchalantly and throwing it away. Her face was flushed a deep, deep red. “I’m sorry,” she apologized referring to the mess. She didn’t bleed too much but it still left a stain in the floor.

He watched her pull out the glass, wondering if she even felt the removal. After Khal threw the glass away, Ethan said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s my fault anyway.”

Then, pointing to the black puddles, he asked, “That isn’t going to have a nasty side affect on my skin, right? I want to clean it up with this paper towel.” As he waited for a response, he picked up the remaining glass pieces on the ground.

(Source: ethaneither)

lasangfroid:

Khal perked up at the sound of breaking glass. Was Ethan hurt? She stood up abruptly and realized that she was still bare chested. She looked around the room hastily, seeing a lone shirt on the floor. She picked it up, pulled it over her head, and raced towards Ethan to check if he was okay.

She saw the broken glass on the floor, Ethan hunching over it, and even worse, the water on the floor. She rushed over to him while accidentally stepping on a piece of glass that cut her heel. She didn’t feel it or see her foot leaving black footprints.

“Ethan, are you alright?” She asked worriedly and touched his back gently.

Her touch brought Ethan out of his thoughts, and he turned to look up at her. “I’m sorry if I startled you-I dropped your…cup…” He caught sight of the black puddles on the floor, and noticed them trailing up to her foot. “Are you alright?” He motioned to her foot, ready to stand and help her to a chair if she needed.

(Source: ethaneither)

arcoiris-gitana:

Khal’s face blanked. She was endlessly confused but how does one express confusion? What point would it be to show Ethan she was confused? She held the comforter tighter against herself. She could hardly bring herself to smile, but she managed to quirk up the corners of her lips. “Your biggest cup, please,” she replied in a soft voice.

 Ethan let out a breath, hopping up quickly. “Coming right up, m’lady.” He smiled, but his face quickly changed to anxious the second he spun on his heel, walking toward the kitchen. What am I doing, what am I doing.

Once in the kitchen, he put his hand on the counter, leaning into it. His other hand went up to rub his face. He feared that he was confusing her just as much as he was confused himself. He liked her, he could feel it, but he wasn’t sure. She seemed so innocent-he didn’t want to lead her on just because he was confused himself-

But he wasn’t. He wasn’t confused, he was just scared. He was scared of relationships, that was it-

But he wasn’t sure. But he was. He liked her, he-

Ethan pulled the pitcher of water from the fridge as his thoughts descended into chaos, and as he poured the cold water into a glass-his largest glass-the water missed the cup and spread all over the counter and the front of his pants. The dripping of the water from the countertop was loud and like glass breaking, in the silent apartment.

“Shit,” he mumbled, placing the pitcher on the counter and reaching for the paper towels.

He wanted to kiss her again; and he wanted to jump out a fucking window. His confusion only confused him more, but he forced his face to reflect no inner emotions, as turmoil wrecked havoc in his mind.

(Source: ethaneither, via lasangfroid)

phantomfleeing:

“What? The fastest is lame,” he nearly chuckled out, placing his gun back in the holster.  ”I guess we’ll have to take him with us,” he smirked, walking toward the body that lay close to a coma before beginning to unplug everything.  The heart monitor was the last thing he did.

Ethan watched as Vergil unplugged the machines, vaguely wondering how the fuck will we get him out the window. As the heart monitor’s screen went dark, he asked, “Out the window?” He looked at Mr. Sinclaire, and added, with a darker tone, “I would think you’d want him to be awake and lucid to see his last minutes-not unconsciously falling out a window.” His smirk was small.

morganmorchestra:

ethaneither started following you

Morgan looked up from the book in her hands, unfolding her legs and standing up as the male walked into the little bookstore.  ”Welcome.”

 Ethan glanced around at the bookshelves of novels, wondering why he wandered in. “Hello,” he greeted, sheepishly. “You work here?”

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arcoiris-gitana:

Khal’s eyes went from a deep dark crimson to a light shade of scarlet. They had widened at his advancement. She had assumed he didn’t respond to her advances, as subtle as they were, but here he was initiating a kiss. Her cheeks flushed to a deep rouge as well.

Her skin was cooler than Ethan’s. It wasn’t often when her body could retain its natural body heat. So when she felt the warmth of his lips, she was sure she would die from happiness. She closed her eyes and let herself soak in the feeling selfishly, not even thinking if Ethan was feeling good himself or not.

And it was in that instance that she realized she was confused. She didn’t know what to do. She pulled away reluctantly, looking up into Ethan’s eyes not knowing what to say. There was silence.

 Ethan leaned back, but kept his eyes on Khal. “I’m sorry, I went too far.”

He had enjoyed kissing her, he concluded. But he couldn’t distinguish whether it was because he liked her, or because he hadn’t kissed anyone for years. Her lips were soft and smooth, and he could still feel the tingle of them. He looked away from her.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

(Source: ethaneither, via lasangfroid)