Ok, something for those, who don't understand Polish. My first short story in English. Enjoy! :)
Intensity
She grabbed
both of her daggers and pointed them at Fenris’ chest.
‘Train with me.’ It didn’t sound like question.
‘No, thanks,’ he answered immediately, reacting to her
declarative tone.
‘Please…?’ Her voice became gentler.
Fenris had no idea why was she so stubborn about it.
With a heavy sigh, he reached for his huge, two-handed sword. He just couldn’t
refuse her when she was asking like that.
Aurelie took a few steps back, getting ready for a
fight and waiting for him to do the same. Then, without warning, she attacked.
He took a swing at her, but she effortlessly dodged his blow using her own
dagger to change the course of his blade. At the next moment, she was gently
pressing her blade against the skin on his neck.
‘You’re not taking this seriously.’ She was obviously
mad.
‘That’s not…’ He wanted to deny it, but she
interrupted him.
‘Don’t lie. If you’re scared of hurting me, don’t
bother. You won’t be able to do so. But if it comes to me hurting you
…’ She gently run the blade across the skin on his neck, causing a few
drops of blood to appear and smiled mockingly. ‘I suggest you to start taking
me seriously.’
He knew perfectly that she was trying to provoke him.
And yet he felt anger building up inside him. Not only at her, but at
everything. And this feeling of stupid rivalry… How come he felt this way? And
Hawke… just a few minutes ago, she was so… charming… and now?
Mad at himself and at her, he strengthen a hold on a
sword handle and now he was the one attacking with a spark of determination in
his eyes. Hawke happily advanced towards him holding her sharp daggers lowly.
They didn’t spare themselves. Their skin became
covered with small drops of sweat and wounds – not serious, but bleeding.
Rush of adrenaline.
Happiness mixed with tenacity.
Excitement.
Heat – because of effort and because of intense
emotions.
Almost imperceptible shivering of bodies.
Intensity. Compounded by the storms of emotions inside
them.
Fear. Rage. Guilt. Longing. Pain. Uncertainty.
They were no longer fighting with each other… they
were facing their own demons, destructive emotions… or maybe each others’
emotions?
They weren’t thinking. Only feeling…
They forgot themselves.
The upcoming sunset lengthened their shadows, which
looked like they barely could keep up with the bodies. It wasn’t long before
the only thing they could see were reflexes of moonlight on their blades. They
froze at the same time. Aurelie’s dagger an inch,
perhaps two from his neck, his two-handed blade almost touching her flank.
Absolutely motionless. Meeting each other’s gaze. Finally seeing each
other. Their hearts racing, thumping against chests’ walls, as if in desperate
need of escaping from excess of emotions. They were panting. Every breath
bringing them closer to the reality. They were trying to understand what has just
happened. Something strange, extraordinary happened to them, which made them
feel... lighter, calmer... fuckin' good! As if they got rid of a huge part of
emotional burden.
His emerald
eyes. Her piercing stare.
Desire.
Yes, they both
desperately wanted to throw themselves into each other’s arms and kiss, touch, feel the warmth of the bodies. To
forget about everything, completely throwing themselves into the wave of pure
emotions. They wanted to break free... And in the same time, were so scared of
it.
They couldn’t
move, as if held captive by their stares, in the cage of hesitation and
ambivalence. Very slowly, without taking her eyes off Fenris, Aurelie put aside
one of her daggers and reached her hand to his face – slowly, just a little
shaky, with uncertainty. As if she was
afraid of breaking some kind of spell, provoking these untamed, strong emotions
that could take control over her any minute.
He felt her
gentle touch on his cheek, her fingers drawing the path from the outer corner
of his eye… through high cheekbone… alongside the jaw line… to the place just
below his lips, where the two lyrium lines were visible. She tenderly traced
them with her thumb, barely touching his skin, fascinated by moonlight dancing
on them which make them glow.
Her touch was
so delicate, yet so electrifying. Fenris
couldn’t remember anyone touching him like that… ever. He let her do that, reconciling
to this feeling of closeness, which he didn’t know, which he desired and… was
so afraid of.
And Maker, she
was so beautiful! Her big, emerald-shaped eyes were sparkling, her delicate
features so perfect, her slightly parted lips… oh, they must taste so sweet… so
damn sweet… he wanted to taste them so badly that…
Suddenly,
Aurelie took her hand away and stood away, startled by the intimacy of this moment
and her own boldness. She smiled nervously and whispered:
‘Thank you,
Fenris. Have a good night.’
And without
waiting for his reply, she turned on her heel and ran away, leaving him alone
with his thoughts.
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