Fantasy Fiction posted June 9, 2019 | Chapters: | -1- 2... |
Fate works in mysterious ways...
A chapter in the book Obsessive Tendencies
Her Obsession
by Y. M. Roger
So gorgeous. There were just no other words to describe him. It was like the very air surrounding him just oozed with the sheer beauty that was him. Not the others with him, just him. And there was no denying that there was a slight aura emanating from him that drew my eye every time I sought him out.
And then he laughed. It was not one of those ‘ha-ha, that was funny’ laughs. It was more of a ‘that is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard’ laughs, and it boomed into the air. Oh, it was music to my sensitive ears even when I knew it should not have been. It made my skin hum and my hair sing. It made no logical sense!
And it made me smile. Really smile! A smile that came from deep inside of me and could only escape after it splashed itself all over my face. This was so crazy and should not be happening. But it was, and both my face and my spirit loved it.
I knew I should keep my distance, knew that I should just keep on walking forward with no second glances. But he was like a silent addiction - my personal obsession. Perhaps just one more look in that direction…
Oh, no! He was looking back at me this time! I ripped the smile from my face and felt a whine rise up from within – I could get myself in serious trouble like this!
I pulled my hood tighter and quickened my pace. Surely, he would think nothing of it. After all, he was surrounded by his clan, and none would deign to notice my passing. At least not as anything more than some too-skinny girl out jogging.
It is the way of things, you know – the way things have to be. Ever since we were all pulled into this reality of existence, we’ve all found certain personas and groups that fit our physical make up.
And it’s easier for some more than others.
For him and all others like him, a motorcycle club is the perfect existence: they are known to be loud and contentious and certainly like to bend the rules. I have found, on occasion, that I have a bit of trouble discerning between their clubs and those of some of the actual people in the city. But him? Him I would know anywhere.
But I should not seek him out like this. I know it, and I make a vow to try not to do so tomorrow. It’s the same vow I made a few days ago. Sigh.
But aura or no aura, I need to forget about him because distractions like him are something I do not need.
Unlike them, we have to concentrate more on keeping our true nature concealed. It takes a full awareness of our actions at all times not to be ‘so very light on our feet’ and to keep just the right amount of magic wrapped around us to curve our ears and hide our wings. It’s definitely easier for us younger ones because the elders do not venture far from the compounds. They find it more difficult to remember that flight is no longer a natural thing. And, even though they try to keep up their positive attitudes, I feel that, deep on the inside, they see our ‘grounding’ as a painful sentence to them.
With my panic subsiding and my feet tiring of the increased pace, I turn into the small park where I always stop to catch my breath. It’s a small place, but late in the evening, there’s no one else around. That means I can enjoy the frogs and my other friends until I hear Ariel’s song of call to shelter for the night.
I stand close enough to the little pond to wiggle my toes in the water, and a small painted turtle surfaces to greet me. I just give the curious little fellow a half-smile as I stare at the water ripples around the turtle and my toes. Immediately, my mind finds him again. I close my eyes and shake my head vigorously, as if to throw his gorgeous face from behind my lids there.
A butterfly lands on my lower leg, drawing the attention of the turtle.
“You guys probably think I’m crazy, too, huh?”
My whispers only momentarily distract the turtle from his focus as a few dragon flies and early fireflies hover in. The sounds of the city seem only background noise as I am engrossed in what always makes me smile.
“What if I don’t?”
His gruff voice startles all of us, and my little friends all desert me in an instant. I catch my breath. But, of course, I can’t be some normal fairy and jump just a bit. No, I have to go all out and slip into the pond amidst the tall reeds, my butt thoroughly encased in gooey mud.
Oh, and that mud manages to splash up into my face as my hood falls back, revealing my ears I had not bothered to magically curve because of the hood this evening. And, as I raise my eyes to meet his, I am ensnared. Completely.
At first, I just hold his stare and wait. Wait for the laughter and the belittlement that I’d been told to expect from the wolves. Wait for the curling of his lip at the revelation of my identity. Wait to hear of the disgust I’ve moved in him.
Instead, that musical laughter of his washes over me as he extends a hand, and his eyes burn with that legendary amber I’ve only heard about at our herd gatherings. However, instead of filling me with trepidation and dread, my placement of my hand in his feels like the most natural thing in the world.
That ridiculous smile starts from inside of me again and has reached my face by the time I’m on my feet – my dirty toes touching his large, black work boots. The top of my head could not have been far above his chest as my face was angled quite a bit to maintain our visual connection.
There was no way to make myself move had I wanted to as he reached a large hand toward the side of my head and rubbed the top of my ear softly between his thumb and forefinger.
“Do you all glow like this?” His voice was so deep that it vibrated the air around us, and it seemed filled with an almost child-like wonder.
I felt my smile grow wider as a slight giggle escaped me.
“We don’t glow, silly. You must b–”
His smile faltered just in the slightest as he interrupted, the rubbing just a bit more intense.
“You do.” The sound of his voice was mesmerizing. “You do every time I see you looking at me.”
I caught my breath as realization dawned. This was so much worse than I could have ever imagined…
First Chapter writing prompt entry
So gorgeous. There were just no other words to describe him. It was like the very air surrounding him just oozed with the sheer beauty that was him. Not the others with him, just him. And there was no denying that there was a slight aura emanating from him that drew my eye every time I sought him out.
And then he laughed. It was not one of those ‘ha-ha, that was funny’ laughs. It was more of a ‘that is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard’ laughs, and it boomed into the air. Oh, it was music to my sensitive ears even when I knew it should not have been. It made my skin hum and my hair sing. It made no logical sense!
And it made me smile. Really smile! A smile that came from deep inside of me and could only escape after it splashed itself all over my face. This was so crazy and should not be happening. But it was, and both my face and my spirit loved it.
I knew I should keep my distance, knew that I should just keep on walking forward with no second glances. But he was like a silent addiction - my personal obsession. Perhaps just one more look in that direction…
Oh, no! He was looking back at me this time! I ripped the smile from my face and felt a whine rise up from within – I could get myself in serious trouble like this!
I pulled my hood tighter and quickened my pace. Surely, he would think nothing of it. After all, he was surrounded by his clan, and none would deign to notice my passing. At least not as anything more than some too-skinny girl out jogging.
It is the way of things, you know – the way things have to be. Ever since we were all pulled into this reality of existence, we’ve all found certain personas and groups that fit our physical make up.
And it’s easier for some more than others.
For him and all others like him, a motorcycle club is the perfect existence: they are known to be loud and contentious and certainly like to bend the rules. I have found, on occasion, that I have a bit of trouble discerning between their clubs and those of some of the actual people in the city. But him? Him I would know anywhere.
But I should not seek him out like this. I know it, and I make a vow to try not to do so tomorrow. It’s the same vow I made a few days ago. Sigh.
But aura or no aura, I need to forget about him because distractions like him are something I do not need.
Unlike them, we have to concentrate more on keeping our true nature concealed. It takes a full awareness of our actions at all times not to be ‘so very light on our feet’ and to keep just the right amount of magic wrapped around us to curve our ears and hide our wings. It’s definitely easier for us younger ones because the elders do not venture far from the compounds. They find it more difficult to remember that flight is no longer a natural thing. And, even though they try to keep up their positive attitudes, I feel that, deep on the inside, they see our ‘grounding’ as a painful sentence to them.
With my panic subsiding and my feet tiring of the increased pace, I turn into the small park where I always stop to catch my breath. It’s a small place, but late in the evening, there’s no one else around. That means I can enjoy the frogs and my other friends until I hear Ariel’s song of call to shelter for the night.
I stand close enough to the little pond to wiggle my toes in the water, and a small painted turtle surfaces to greet me. I just give the curious little fellow a half-smile as I stare at the water ripples around the turtle and my toes. Immediately, my mind finds him again. I close my eyes and shake my head vigorously, as if to throw his gorgeous face from behind my lids there.
A butterfly lands on my lower leg, drawing the attention of the turtle.
“You guys probably think I’m crazy, too, huh?”
My whispers only momentarily distract the turtle from his focus as a few dragon flies and early fireflies hover in. The sounds of the city seem only background noise as I am engrossed in what always makes me smile.
“What if I don’t?”
His gruff voice startles all of us, and my little friends all desert me in an instant. I catch my breath. But, of course, I can’t be some normal fairy and jump just a bit. No, I have to go all out and slip into the pond amidst the tall reeds, my butt thoroughly encased in gooey mud.
Oh, and that mud manages to splash up into my face as my hood falls back, revealing my ears I had not bothered to magically curve because of the hood this evening. And, as I raise my eyes to meet his, I am ensnared. Completely.
At first, I just hold his stare and wait. Wait for the laughter and the belittlement that I’d been told to expect from the wolves. Wait for the curling of his lip at the revelation of my identity. Wait to hear of the disgust I’ve moved in him.
Instead, that musical laughter of his washes over me as he extends a hand, and his eyes burn with that legendary amber I’ve only heard about at our herd gatherings. However, instead of filling me with trepidation and dread, my placement of my hand in his feels like the most natural thing in the world.
That ridiculous smile starts from inside of me again and has reached my face by the time I’m on my feet – my dirty toes touching his large, black work boots. The top of my head could not have been far above his chest as my face was angled quite a bit to maintain our visual connection.
There was no way to make myself move had I wanted to as he reached a large hand toward the side of my head and rubbed the top of my ear softly between his thumb and forefinger.
“Do you all glow like this?” His voice was so deep that it vibrated the air around us, and it seemed filled with an almost child-like wonder.
I felt my smile grow wider as a slight giggle escaped me.
“We don’t glow, silly. You must b–”
His smile faltered just in the slightest as he interrupted, the rubbing just a bit more intense.
“You do.” The sound of his voice was mesmerizing. “You do every time I see you looking at me.”
I caught my breath as realization dawned. This was so much worse than I could have ever imagined…
And then he laughed. It was not one of those ‘ha-ha, that was funny’ laughs. It was more of a ‘that is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard’ laughs, and it boomed into the air. Oh, it was music to my sensitive ears even when I knew it should not have been. It made my skin hum and my hair sing. It made no logical sense!
And it made me smile. Really smile! A smile that came from deep inside of me and could only escape after it splashed itself all over my face. This was so crazy and should not be happening. But it was, and both my face and my spirit loved it.
I knew I should keep my distance, knew that I should just keep on walking forward with no second glances. But he was like a silent addiction - my personal obsession. Perhaps just one more look in that direction…
Oh, no! He was looking back at me this time! I ripped the smile from my face and felt a whine rise up from within – I could get myself in serious trouble like this!
I pulled my hood tighter and quickened my pace. Surely, he would think nothing of it. After all, he was surrounded by his clan, and none would deign to notice my passing. At least not as anything more than some too-skinny girl out jogging.
It is the way of things, you know – the way things have to be. Ever since we were all pulled into this reality of existence, we’ve all found certain personas and groups that fit our physical make up.
And it’s easier for some more than others.
For him and all others like him, a motorcycle club is the perfect existence: they are known to be loud and contentious and certainly like to bend the rules. I have found, on occasion, that I have a bit of trouble discerning between their clubs and those of some of the actual people in the city. But him? Him I would know anywhere.
But I should not seek him out like this. I know it, and I make a vow to try not to do so tomorrow. It’s the same vow I made a few days ago. Sigh.
But aura or no aura, I need to forget about him because distractions like him are something I do not need.
Unlike them, we have to concentrate more on keeping our true nature concealed. It takes a full awareness of our actions at all times not to be ‘so very light on our feet’ and to keep just the right amount of magic wrapped around us to curve our ears and hide our wings. It’s definitely easier for us younger ones because the elders do not venture far from the compounds. They find it more difficult to remember that flight is no longer a natural thing. And, even though they try to keep up their positive attitudes, I feel that, deep on the inside, they see our ‘grounding’ as a painful sentence to them.
With my panic subsiding and my feet tiring of the increased pace, I turn into the small park where I always stop to catch my breath. It’s a small place, but late in the evening, there’s no one else around. That means I can enjoy the frogs and my other friends until I hear Ariel’s song of call to shelter for the night.
I stand close enough to the little pond to wiggle my toes in the water, and a small painted turtle surfaces to greet me. I just give the curious little fellow a half-smile as I stare at the water ripples around the turtle and my toes. Immediately, my mind finds him again. I close my eyes and shake my head vigorously, as if to throw his gorgeous face from behind my lids there.
A butterfly lands on my lower leg, drawing the attention of the turtle.
“You guys probably think I’m crazy, too, huh?”
My whispers only momentarily distract the turtle from his focus as a few dragon flies and early fireflies hover in. The sounds of the city seem only background noise as I am engrossed in what always makes me smile.
“What if I don’t?”
His gruff voice startles all of us, and my little friends all desert me in an instant. I catch my breath. But, of course, I can’t be some normal fairy and jump just a bit. No, I have to go all out and slip into the pond amidst the tall reeds, my butt thoroughly encased in gooey mud.
Oh, and that mud manages to splash up into my face as my hood falls back, revealing my ears I had not bothered to magically curve because of the hood this evening. And, as I raise my eyes to meet his, I am ensnared. Completely.
At first, I just hold his stare and wait. Wait for the laughter and the belittlement that I’d been told to expect from the wolves. Wait for the curling of his lip at the revelation of my identity. Wait to hear of the disgust I’ve moved in him.
Instead, that musical laughter of his washes over me as he extends a hand, and his eyes burn with that legendary amber I’ve only heard about at our herd gatherings. However, instead of filling me with trepidation and dread, my placement of my hand in his feels like the most natural thing in the world.
That ridiculous smile starts from inside of me again and has reached my face by the time I’m on my feet – my dirty toes touching his large, black work boots. The top of my head could not have been far above his chest as my face was angled quite a bit to maintain our visual connection.
There was no way to make myself move had I wanted to as he reached a large hand toward the side of my head and rubbed the top of my ear softly between his thumb and forefinger.
“Do you all glow like this?” His voice was so deep that it vibrated the air around us, and it seemed filled with an almost child-like wonder.
I felt my smile grow wider as a slight giggle escaped me.
“We don’t glow, silly. You must b–”
His smile faltered just in the slightest as he interrupted, the rubbing just a bit more intense.
“You do.” The sound of his voice was mesmerizing. “You do every time I see you looking at me.”
I caught my breath as realization dawned. This was so much worse than I could have ever imagined…
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