Let The Walls Fall Down
04-08-2014, 08:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-08-2014, 08:10 PM by Dayton.)
He listened to Misha, caught up in her soft, friendly voice. Her words touched him. Of course he knew he was a male, it was in the biology of things - a smirk lit up his face - but being called handsome was an entirely different matter. Dayton felt his jaw go slack for a split second before he composed himself again. Was Misha complimenting his appearance? No one ever complimented his appearance. He was too feminine. Too delicate and fragile. Nothing close to attractive, at least not to a female - his thoughts were caught in the sudden darkness, which he soon threw aside. "If I am anything close to attractive," Dayton began. Which I'm not, he wanted to add, but he swallowed the words... "Then there would be no words for you. Dear Misha, you are beautiful." Some part of his mind tried to stop him. Was he really saying these things to someone? How much was changing inside him? He bit his lip, anxious, as he waited for the pretty girl to respond. Her head pressed close to his chest. He sighed as something began to stir deep in his gut. None of this was normal for him. Walk. "Talk." Think. |