Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-109.161.131.188-20191107123616

Oralie slid her arms around her chest as she shivered. She stood at her open window, staring at the closed and less pink version opposite of her. The pale curtains floated with the breeze that trickled into the councillor’s rosy room and brushed her light cheeks. Her azure eyes focused on the untouched stars that danced in the deep sky. It was much easier to bear the soft silence when she busied herself with studying the stars. How could something so impossibly big seem so small?

The glass across from her unlocked with a click! “Sorry I was late,” a familiar figure apologized. His voice made her heart swell.

“No, no! It’s perfectly fine. It’s good to see you, Kenric.”

“I’m glad it’s not one-sided—I love seeing you—uh no! I mean, it’s enjoyable, and us councillors should be happy to be in each others company.” He cleared his throat and added, “Terik wouldn’t leave me alone. Something about a mom and a little boy and no potential. I’ll be honest, I’m glad I’m talking to you instead.”

Oralie hoped the starlight wouldn’t highlight her flushed cheeks. “Me too. Did you enjoy your visit to goblins?”

“Are you kidding? Their food is delicious! Of course they’re a lovely species as well. But you should’ve seen Bronte’s face. He was trying so hard to hate the food, even though we all knew that he loved every bite of it.”

“I wish I could have gone with you.”

"So do I,” he agreed with a glow in his eyes that hitched her breath. “We make a nice team.”

A smile curled at her lips, but it faded as soon as it had formed. She could almost see Emery rattling the rules of being a councillor behind her eyelids. She squeezed them shut to snuff him out.

“Kenric, I…,” Oralie started. “I don’t think we should keep meeting. Like this.”

His face made her want to stop, to tell him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her and to close the suffocating space between them.

He coiled a strand of red hair around his finger. “Why not?” he eventually asked quietly.

“Because we’re councillors, Kenric! We aren’t supposed to…we aren’t supposed to—”

“Supposed to what?” he demanded. His grip on the wood of the window frame tightened. “What’s wrong with us talking?”

“Nothing,” Oralie affirmed. “But tell me this: why do we meet here, in secret?”

Kenric’s hesitation bruised her heart, yet she continued—she had to. “We can’t keep doing this. We need to keep the lines clear, and not cross them.”

The silence stirred between them and she sank into it. Kenric cracked it by taking a breath to speak. “I don’t—”

Knock, knock, knock.

I guess I could put a pen name. Okay, this is from Lady Sassyfur. 