PseudoLives
The Epitome of the Constantly Confused
Valen's eyes grew wide, to where his slightly-larger-than-normal irises weren't even touching his eyelids, top or bottom. Then he blinked a few times and stiffened, pressing his lips together and squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't know how to respond to contact with others, especially not when he was trying to be your average teenager. Average teenagers didn't go running at the slightest startle, baring their fangs...
Peter felt a sudden rush of a new feeling. He felt something that he could only think of as "tender admiration" as he stared up at Sara. Peter opened both of his eyes and let the tears that had gathered in his dark lashes trail over his temples and into his hairline. He noticed for the first time how much he like the curve of Sara's jaw; the kindness in her eyes; the gentle slope of her shoulders and the ginger way she touched him, as if she were afraid he'd shatter under her fingertips. More tears than from just pain continued to swell in Peter's eyes and leave trails flushed pink on his cheekbones and temples. Peter reached up slowly and wrapped one of Sara's loose curls around his fingers and gently rubbed the pad of his thumb across the collected strands, and then he gently buried that hand in Sara's hair and pulled her closer. And their lips met.
Peter felt a sudden rush of a new feeling. He felt something that he could only think of as "tender admiration" as he stared up at Sara. Peter opened both of his eyes and let the tears that had gathered in his dark lashes trail over his temples and into his hairline. He noticed for the first time how much he like the curve of Sara's jaw; the kindness in her eyes; the gentle slope of her shoulders and the ginger way she touched him, as if she were afraid he'd shatter under her fingertips. More tears than from just pain continued to swell in Peter's eyes and leave trails flushed pink on his cheekbones and temples. Peter reached up slowly and wrapped one of Sara's loose curls around his fingers and gently rubbed the pad of his thumb across the collected strands, and then he gently buried that hand in Sara's hair and pulled her closer. And their lips met.