What is truth? (bastille)

[Bastille]

“ugh….” Was her only reply and suddenly she fell backwards and was lying on the floor looking up.

This was too much. How could he just be there and be happy. Yet the entire moment was enough to drive her into a surge of relief. Now relief never answered her questions but it made her feel like the answer didn’t matter. And in truth it really didn’t…she sighed and felt as if she was graduating from a certain stage of her life. She let herself lay there staring at the ceiling and a smirk cross her face, despite which was beat red.

Boyfriend…the term had been unmeaningful and stupid up until this point. It was what girls in middle school cooed to their friends in giggly voices…not old assassins. Not her. At yet for her to have one, she suddenly realized why all those girls giggled and spreed over the fact. It was exciting and rather…wow. She couldn’t help but giggle a little aloud. Another thing rare for her.

[David Blaze]

He would suddenly lean over her, his head above hers, a strange look on his face.

"Are you like, bipolar?" He laughed a little. "I may change my mind quick but you sure got me beat for emotions. For as long as i've known you youve always been the silent, overbearing bitch-no offense. Now your like, cute, whiney, giggling...i mean Damn bastille your actually sounding like a girl." He laughed a little- he wouldnt rest until he got a slap out of her in the very least. He gave her a funny look. "It's okay though- its cute." He stood up straight, placing a hand on his chin as he looked up towards the ceiling. "You know, i've never had a girlfriend... What do i do?"

He meant it as more of a question to himself than anything. Did he show it off? did he just go with it? What was a man to do? Perhaps she would know? He walked around her body, coming along to her right side. If she was still laying there, he would suddenly sit down on her stomach, not hard enough to knock the wind from her or to hurt, but enough for her to give a little grunt. He acted like nothing was wrong, looking up at the ceiling and trying to answer the question posed to himself. He looked over at her, then looked down at her body.

Only now did he fully realize that she was smoking hot.

He blushed, standing quickly.

"Er, sorry. You okay?"

In truth, he only half realized he sat on her, and was kind of shocked at it. He didnt know why he was acting out of sorts...

Shock maybe?

[Bastille]

“yes” she answered is question short and quickly her face returning to its normal bored expression. When he sat on her however she huffed and her face became red and frantic. Despite him not putting all his weight on her, he was still heavy. And her stomach was tiny…for being rather short. When he asked the question about having a girl friend and what to do, she ignored it thinking it rhetorical. Even if it wasn’t she wouldn’t know how to answer anyway. She sat up when he blushed and she blushed in response to his. She couldn’t bring herself to punch him. It just wasn’t in her passion at the moment.

She stood up and looked at him with a dazed sort of look. She then shook her face quickly as if trying to wake up from a dream. With a sigh her shoulders heaved and she sighed.

“I haven’t had one either…I don’t know what to do..” she said embarrassed. Apparently sounding like a girl didn’t depict how she felt…for being a legitimate normal girl was damn near impossible and for Bastille not even comprehensible…she had never been…normal.

[David Blaze]

David chuckled a little. Two people in love and not knowing what to do with it. It sounded like a bad soap opera. He didnt care though- didnt care that he was inexperienced, didnt care that she was inexperienced, he would stand by her. He took her hand up in his, tilting her head upward with his right hand. He looked into her eyes. "Then we can figure it out together, okay?"

He planted a gentle kiss on her lips, then one on her chin, then back to her lips- it almost seemed like he wanted to kiss her constantly, at least to him. He couldnt help it- it was the first time in his life he had actually let a person in and felt good about it. He was content, calm, and collected. His mind couldnt help but float to the future, however, and it kinda scared him, the possibilities that could take place.

He wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a soft, warm hug.

[Bastille]

Bastille just stood there and stared in a confused silence. Even when he kissed her and pulled her into his arms. She was still just dumbfounded. So much so that words just didn’t come to her lips. Nothing at all, nothing came to her mind either. She was just literally “…”. The little people in her brain where scrambling to find the destruction and fix it. She would have to work hard to get it right… back on track even. Her heartbreak quickened and she only blushed a deep red. Not even emotion could save her at this moment. She was completely lost.

Yet the whole time the girl inside her head was laughing in hysterics, in the reflection of Bastilles face.

(new thread time muwahha)