Julian sighed, as he always did, watching Wynter take off to wherever it was she went each night. The only thing this time though was that after giving her a few minutes, he had ended up following her out of his bedroom window. Was it a smart idea on his part? No, definitely not. But he was also starting to get more concerned about Wynter going out and coming back at all hours of the night. Now that he was out of the house though, his concern was that he was going to end up following her to someplace weird or dangerous. Though when he saw her silhouette just move towards the house next door, to her house, he paused in confusion. His confusion had him heading towards her house and breaking into it the same way she had. Once inside he glanced around, trying to figure out where she had gone.
O sorriso na face de belas feições não se extinguiu, não quando deixou o palco e com certeza não enquanto caminhava para o seu camarim. Os ouvidos de Christine ainda estavam zunindo graças a sua insegurança, porém os aplausos eram o único som que ela poderia ouvir. Havia sido sublime, não, muito mais do que sublime, havia sido a entrada ao Paraíso sem precisar abrir mão da vida para aquilo. A música havia saído de seus lábios como se fosse ar, e tão natural quanto caminhar, a francesa tomou o palco do teatro como seu, deixando a todos encantados por seu talento e sua beleza. Os que olhavam para Christine, acreditavam que ela olhava para um ponto além da vista de todos, mas a realidade era que a garota procurava por seu anjo. Mesmo sentindo-se plena como estava, temia que o seu amado Anjo não tivesse presenciado sua ascensão. Cantara cada nota pensando nele, não em Raoul, ou qualquer outro. Era o dono daquela voz tão profunda e que transtornava Christine da maneira mais agradável possível. Ansiava pelo momento em que ficaria sozinha, e talvez assim pudesse ter a chance de ser visitada mais uma vez por ele, e assim lhe implorar por perdão. Pura tolice de sua parte esconder aquilo de seu mentor. Ainda mais quando o Visconde não passava de um amigo. Um bom amigo, e mesmo que os dois compartilhassem um passado, era seu Anjo o dono do presente, e provavelmente de seu futuro também.
No segundo que adentrou o quarto que chamava de seu camarim, teve as narinas possuídas pelo doce aroma de rosas. As flores enchiam o local, fazendo com que tudo ficasse ainda mais mágico, irreal. As pontas de seus delicados dedos roçavam as pétalas com devoção, e o único som audível era a respiração calma de Christine e o farfalhar de sua vestimenta. Mesmo que encantada por aqueles presentes, a cantora queria apenas a companhia de seu tutor, mesmo que a superfície gélida do espelho fosse a barreira que os separava. Como se seu próprio reflexo a chamasse, Christine viu-se de frente ao espelho, olhando para o mesmo com intensidade. — Estais aí, Anjo? — sussurrou, respirando fundo, antes de continuar. — Fala comigo, doce Anjo. Cantei para ti hoje. Com todo meu coração, cantei para ti. Me assistisses, Anjo? Visse como me derramei para você? — as palavras não eram nada além de murmúrios, pois acreditava fazer um papel bobo ali, falando sozinha. Havia magoado seu amado, ah que tristeza. O que seria ela sem seu guardião? Voltaria a ser aquele passarinho ferido e perdido? Teria o seu Anjo a ensinado bem ou estaria ela fadada a fracassar sem os cuidados dele? A angústia preenchia completamente seu jovem coração e pronta para afastar-se ela estava, quando ouviu um som ao longe. — Anjo? Meu Anjo? — alcançou ao espelho numa tentativa vão de alcançar aquele que ela tanto admirava e queria bem.
“We need to distract you”, Nate said quietly, running his fingers through Kurt’s bed-hair and pulling him back into a laying position with his head on Nate’s chest, as Nate forced his eyes to remain open. If Kurt was upset, the last thing he wanted to do was fall asleep on him, but he also didn’t want to begin moving about and risk waking up Jensen– that would just cause more stress for them both. So, staying in bed, and trying his hardest to stay awake was Nate’s only option.
“If it plays on your mind, you’ll dream about it again”, he mused, looking at Kurt, his thumb running slowly across the skin beneath his right eye, and he pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. “Tell me about what you want to do tomorrow. From the minute you wake up, to the minute you go to sleep, tell me everything. What you want to do, who you want to see, what you want to eat. Anything and everything, tell me all of it.”
Kurt just nodded when Nate spoke - usually with any nightmares he had, it only went way after a good few hours after they’d happened. But this was the first time it had happened in a while and it seemed so much worse tonight. And it was just typical of Kurt’s luck that it was happening on a night he wasn’t in his own bed. He sighed and snuggled into Nate slightly , his nose slightly scrunching up when the other kissed it. “I ... I really don’t know. I can’t think straight at all, Nate...”
Blake sighed, running his hands through his curls. Kurt had been having these dreams for weeks now. Dreams of his Mom, in his room, and in Blake’s room, apparently. She’d talked to him, and he was becoming more and more convinced that these dreams were in fact reality.
Blake had let Kurt believe it at first– he got it, Kurt missed him Mom and it helped him deal with it, became mourning could last a life time when it was someone so close to you. But now, Kurt was waking him up during almost every night, and Blake was so exhausted from his disturbed sleep that he couldn’t handle it anymore. “Sit down, Kurt”, he ordered, pinching his nose when Kurt obeyed with a slightly startled expression.
“Sweetheart..”, he said quietly, trying to keep his tone light, because he wanted as little as possible to upset Kurt right now, “I know you think you’re seeing her but…they’re dreams Kurt. They’re not real. You need to stop this and get some proper sleep.”
After he’d told the other about another dream he’d had about his mother - they’d been happening so often lately that they just seemed even more real each tiem they happened - Kurt was surprised at the other’s tone and the order. Usually Blake would just listen to what he was saying. Falling silent, Kurt sat down on the bed and looked at the other. His eyes only widened when the other spoke, and shifted slightly away from the other, “But I am seeing her,” He interjected before letting the other speak again.”But..they have to be real. They’re too vivid for it to just be in my head.”
[Stepping into the large yet crowded library, Tatum walked through searching for a vacant seat at any of the tables since there was no way she was going to get her own personal space today; when she finally found a seat, she slowly pulled the chair out and set her belongings down before the person sitting across mentioned she was saving it. Annoyed, Tatum grabbed her things to walk away but ended up hitting someone with her bag and dropped her binder.] Are you fucking...I’m sorry.
puckzilla: missed most of it, but what i saw looked pretty hot ;)
spicytina: Aw... what a shame.
[Tina looked behind her, catching Kitty's last question. "Yeah, I'm going to join in just a second, 'kay?" Turning back to the camera, she bit her lip for a moment before continuing to type.]
Tina Cohen Chang didn't fear a thing. If a rabid, wild, animal charged after her, Tina would stop in her place to shoo it the other way. If a fussy, drunk, man continuously attempted to put the moves on her in a local bar, she'd get him even drunker only to steal his money. That's right, Tina didn't just face common fears, she exploited them for what they were. Transitioning into this fearless person hasn't been easy, but it's been worth it.
And tonight, as Tina introduces herself to blonde stranger at her choice bar, she realizes that with these life choices come gain. Gain, and hardly any consequence.
It had been almost a week since Tina's last webcam show, the video ending in her having twenty different men watch her cum. It was chore, honestly, being someone so... open. It was a job not a lot of women were willing to fill. She was kink for most men; a slick fantasy of what they didn't have or actually wanted. And Tina liked it. All of it. She liked being an achievable goal- the thing men craved in their lowest of points. The attention was what she enjoyed. However, the motivation it took to get herself off alone was becoming, more or less, taxing.
Tina wanted something new; something that'll really get attention.
It's how she ended up at the bar after her shift at the little flower shop she worked in. The day went simply mediocre, as did the whole week. Pure boredom, with no new thrilling agenda. Tina figured her slow paced life was the blame for her lack of sexual musing. That would change, though. Tonight would change it.
The reason Tina chose a bar to visit was simple. Her Plenty of Fish profile presented the single women in her area. And since discussing her love of women to a complete stranger by the username puckzilla she had become more eager to seek a woman to have fun with. Moreover, she hoped that this girl would be interested in having sex with her in front of a live-feed camera. This Kitty Wilde seemed interested. They'd discussed most of the details online-- Kitty was a young twenty-two year new to Seattle. She'd never been with a woman and most certainly never been in front of a camera-- and so the only thing to do now was get the other girl back to her place.
And that, Tina did.
Kitty Wilde was a good sport, nervously biting her lip and smiling politely at the other more experienced girl. The chatbox even had to be disabled for the night, as there were way too many people watching. All those alert sounds were distracting. So, with the okay from Kitty, Tina enabled her microphone while their audience watched in silence.
The show went on for an hour, maybe more, poor Kitty too exhausted to even move at this point. Tina was pleased though, definitely happy with her choice in having a sexual partner. In that one or more hour, the Asian girl racked up nearly seven-hundred dollars. That was definitely good. A very, very, good thing.
Just as the room began clearing out though, Tina went through all the users in attendance.
Plenty of "Bobs."
Plenty of names with the word "dick."
However a familiar screen name made itself more apparent in the shuffle. Tina smiled happily, almost cockily. Quickly, just as Kitty begged for a shower, Tina typed in a private message to this puckzilla person.
