FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
Bimo was still half naked when she arrived, slightly damp, he hadn't taken an actual shower, he'd just stripped naked stepped under the flow of cold water to wash off the itchy sweat off of his body and then toweled himself off. He turned at the knock halfway through putting his pants on and smiled a little, hoping it was Aurora. “it's open.” he called drying his hair so that it stuck up in every direction as he tossed the towel onto the floor, showing off his body to her for the first time. They had been frantic the first time, so she had not been able to see, but like all district members his body was scarred according to his job. Spider web markings lined his body where heavy wires had either struck him, or laid on his flesh and burned him, or where sparks had landed and burned him. The power based district was by far one of the more dangerous ones, as the electricity and power they dealt with could kill with a single jolt. It was a miracle anyone from District Five was still alive. Still, the scars only added to his physical character, though they where quickly hidden by a shirt.
He smiled at her when she walked in, softening as soon as he saw her. “you still look beautiful.” he admitted smiling a little as he grabbed a wet wash rag, moving over to her. “may I? I want to see what you really look like, not hidden by all that face pain these Twitters seem so keen on.” he had decided to call them twitters, like the little twitter birds. Because they where just as flamboyant in their colors and just like the birds, they never stopped talking. He gently ran the cloth over her face, smiling as her face was revealed, making him smile. “i knew it, you ARE more beautiful without the face paint.” he teased smiling at her. “i bet that feels better too, I can't imagine that stuff feels very nice on your face.” he was chattering, nervous, unsure what was going to happen, not expecting sex, but unsure what she was expecting. he examined her face for a moment, wondering if he should really be trusting her?
He had seen her tactic, what if she was just using him, being nice to him to get his help only to stab him when he wasn't looking, stabbing him in the back in both senses. Part of him trusted her explicitly, but the other part of him was wary of treachery, and weary of playing the game already. He knew he had to be careful, his heart was already growing warm, fond of her, he might even dare say he loved her in some way, what way he didn't know. As a sister, as a friend, as a lover? He just hadn't had enough experiences in love to understand or know, but he knew his feelings where strong, driving him to do things he wouldn't normally do, like invite her back into his room, and agree to partner up with her. “i'm scared.” he admitted sudden;y, turning to look at her, blinking. “tomorrow we go back into the Arena... and I don't know... what to expect...” maybe, she might just give him answers. “... are you going to abandon me, or are we really going to work together?”
He smiled at her when she walked in, softening as soon as he saw her. “you still look beautiful.” he admitted smiling a little as he grabbed a wet wash rag, moving over to her. “may I? I want to see what you really look like, not hidden by all that face pain these Twitters seem so keen on.” he had decided to call them twitters, like the little twitter birds. Because they where just as flamboyant in their colors and just like the birds, they never stopped talking. He gently ran the cloth over her face, smiling as her face was revealed, making him smile. “i knew it, you ARE more beautiful without the face paint.” he teased smiling at her. “i bet that feels better too, I can't imagine that stuff feels very nice on your face.” he was chattering, nervous, unsure what was going to happen, not expecting sex, but unsure what she was expecting. he examined her face for a moment, wondering if he should really be trusting her?
He had seen her tactic, what if she was just using him, being nice to him to get his help only to stab him when he wasn't looking, stabbing him in the back in both senses. Part of him trusted her explicitly, but the other part of him was wary of treachery, and weary of playing the game already. He knew he had to be careful, his heart was already growing warm, fond of her, he might even dare say he loved her in some way, what way he didn't know. As a sister, as a friend, as a lover? He just hadn't had enough experiences in love to understand or know, but he knew his feelings where strong, driving him to do things he wouldn't normally do, like invite her back into his room, and agree to partner up with her. “i'm scared.” he admitted sudden;y, turning to look at her, blinking. “tomorrow we go back into the Arena... and I don't know... what to expect...” maybe, she might just give him answers. “... are you going to abandon me, or are we really going to work together?”