by Brastus 5/22/2014, 5:16 pm
He felt his heart beat hard and fast. He had never seen Andi so…direct before in their friendship/relationship. He smiled a predatory grin and closed the distance between them by getting directly in front of her. He was glowing, but not a magical glow, more like a full body blush, if that was possible. Yet, he didn't mind, the lightly, slightly almost salmony color his complexion gained was moderately pleasant. Admittingly, he would had loved it if Andi was just two or three inches taller, so he wouldn't tower over her, but he couldn't really find any big faults in her. She was perfect, the best smile he had ever seen, an amazing person to be around with, and someone who actually cared whether he was hurt, happy or sad. Without much warning, over than a quick huff of air that was released from his nostrils, Brastus, who had considered for sometime to change his name so it was easier for her, stripped down his shirt and allowed her to inspect his wound. HE was afraid of the pain, but he was more afraid of seeing her becoming disgusted by his injury. He however, with his bronze skin and large muscles, remained as straight as a statue as he allowed his almost ( if not current) girlfriend to inspect his injury.
"I love you." He blurted out with a serious voice, as if making a proclamation to the stars. His voice was strong, but held a touch of delicacy and gentleness that almost felt out of place. "I love you Andi!" Repeated the chiseled man standing in front of the daughter of Apollo. "I can't explain it, but as every second passes I love you more and more. I love you more than a second ago and less than a minute in the future. I just want you to know that." He firmly said as he knew his blood pressure skyrocketed to extreme levels as he finished his confession.
"Do you love me?" He inquired. He might have been afraid of the answer, but he knew she didn't hate him, since she actually slept beside him yesterday night. But he needed a confirmation that she felt the same way. In many forms, he was also mad. He had become the object of his desire and the jewel of his life. He would protect her and be their for her as long as he could, but he knew that she was slowly becoming his own, true demise. He didn't low what to say after that so he waited her true response.