AkuTheWolfOkami
The Shape-shifting Master of Goatees and Darkness
Mick Halstead
Mick was more than surprised when Clover took his hand back into her's. Not because he didn't think she liked him. She was already out somewhere dark and abandoned with him, obviously that wasn't the case. Not using his skills of deduction anyway - no the surprise came from feeling that jolted through him when she did. It had to be mutual, didn't it? That feeling of spark like a flint to some dried out brush. A spark big enough to ignite a low fire that could be built and fanned into a large flame.
He was touch starved and didn't even realize it. It wasn't from a lack of touch, no. He had no problem bedding women, but there lied the problem in itself. The touch he came with other women was all sexual nothing warm and loving. With her just with a touch he felt like he was in a log cabin with a fire going, hand full of an Irish Coffee.
I've traveled a lot, it took me a long time to find this place, town after town, people who don't accept me or my lifestyle, but this town is good.
Mick listened to her words, but noticed the goose bumps on her skin, breaking their hands apart and removing the light jacket he wore and placing it over her shoulders, before joining their hands together again. She mentioned this town was good and he sort of shifted. They had different perspectives, naturally because of his job, he saw all the dark things about it. He hadn't been here terribly long, but had lost count of the bodies he saw.
"Anyone who can't accept your lifestyle doesn't deserve to be in your presence," he replied to her, not even really thinking about what he was saying it's just what came naturally.
I think it takes a while to find the peace we all deserve.
Those words made time slow down as he let them linger. Did someone like him deserve that sort of peace? The peace he was experiencing now. The evil he had done, was he allowed to have peace?
His thoughts were interrupted by the cheers and like Clover, he also checked his watch and smiled,"Happy New Year." He leaned in to kiss her, stopping himself and shaking his head and moving away from her turning to watch the fireworks and rubbing back of his neck.
playing...
Another one bites the dust
by Queen
Another one bites the dust
by Queen
Clover (
travelbypages
)
mentions Jina
mentions Jina