spellcastr 🔮 — boxer boy
…typing
nisa only slightly hesitated in sending the second picture, one she had spent a good thirty minutes getting the right pose for. was this a bad thing to do? probably. it didn’t seem like that was going to stop her as she sent it. she’s in front of her mirror, one hand pulling down his shirt a little over her legs that were clad in thigh highs and nothing else. it smelled of him and since she had found it, decided she was going to give it back. except she hadn’t. even slept in it a few times, not that she would fully admit to that.
the first message, @robinresurrected you left your shirt here the last time i painted on you.
a follow up, looks kind of good on me, no?
new photo, click to view!
her fingers tapped impatiently against the back of her meticulously decorated phone. well, no longer could she painstakingly go back and forth on whether she should just do something. it had been driving her mad. had been heavy in her chest for months. every growing feeling, urge, need. the ache of her heart when she couldn’t touch him, couldn’t just blurt out her feelings. couldn’t have him. nisa refused to do it anymore. she let out a soft sigh. moving to plop back down on her bed, running her fingers through her long locks. what if this finally drove him off? or he ignored it? if he ignored it, she didn’t know how she would deal. or how her heart would take it.
her fingers traced her lips, remembered how they felt molded to his on Halloween. how it ignited every nerve ending in her body, she’d dreamed about it almost every night. that had been risky yes, but this was riskier. this was different. she was exposing herself to him in more ways than one. letting him know she had his shirt, that she was flirting. that she was telling him something without actually telling him. and there was a good chance he’d reject her. the nerves started to hit her when she wasn’t receiving any notifications or any texts, she felt panic start in her stomach. mixed with the undeniable. excitement. what was it that she wanted to happen? for her best friend to text back and say that’s it, i’m yours? ha, as if. if he wanted that he would have said something sooner..wouldn’t he? nis, stop. she couldn’t doubt herself anymore, she’d waited and waited and tried not to mess this up. she was in love with him, yes, but she also just loved him. everything about that boy made her soul melt. he made her feel like she wasn’t alone anymore. what if the person most important to her never spoke to her again? it would ruin her.
she was damn sure he was in his room or somewhere in the dorm. ironically, his scent from the shirt both calmed and made it worse. the need was burning her up. she needed to know what it was like to be wanted by will. to know what it truly felt like when he gave himself to her, if he ever did. she wanted to just drown in him. you know, maybe death was the answer.
oh he was definitely ignoring her, she looked at the clock and her eyes closed. the wait was unbearable. c’mon will, give me something.
