Zoraida woke up to the ringing of her ears. She groggily sat up as thoughts of her waking moments before consumed her.
Agony.
She had agreed to stay put.
Zoraida had meant to stay put.
She had promised for her.
Zoraida winced at the thought.
Her mind twisted and turned the information she had learned over and over again.
Was any of it real or just simply a nightmare to toy with her mind?
Her mind begged the question and a part of her hoped none of it was true.
People didn’t naturally have bright green eyes and the pale hair she did.
She found herself staring at him as the gods awful moments of being wherever she was rushed back.
He had pulled her out of that nightmare even when he didn’t know her name.
Zoraida looked at him warily as feelings of warmth threatened to reach the surface.
“What’s your name?” She asked curiously with a hint of suspicion and perhaps maybe even..warmth?
The man’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before he went poker-face.
At least, that’s what Zoraida thought it was.
Even if a bad attempt.
He answered a moment later. “Petre.”
A small smile made it’s way up to her face.
“Zoraida.” She answered dryly as she mulled over the thought. “I think.”
Petre muttered something under his breath. Zoraida’s eyes widened in alarm. “What?”
Petre bobbed his head slightly. “Zoraida it is then.”
“You can call me Zo.” Zoraida said as words tumbled out of her mouth.” Zoraida has always been a mouthful.”
What the hell was she saying?
Memories flashed in the front of her mind of what she had seen.
Her subconscious ached to remind her how wrong she was.
Zoraida had promised to listen and now-now she was not.
What if history repeats itself? Her mind begged the question.
She had completely forgotten he was there?
Was she losing her damn mind already?
She rubbed her forehead as she mumbled an apology under her breath.
She rubbed her forehead as she mumbled an apology under her breath.
What Zoraida assumed was awkward silence filled the room as they both waited for the other to say something. Finally, Petre broke it.
“I’m not sure we’re safe here.” Petre said carefully before he continued. “You have been asleep for a day.”
Petre cleared his throat again. “My house.”
Zoraida’s eyes narrowed as she glanced towards the ceiling before looking back at Petre. “How did we get to your house, Petre?” Zoraida asked carefully as they played a dangerous game.
It didn’t.
A few days passed by as Petre tried to give Zoraida time to recover from what had happened. No damage had been done physically it seemed, but mentally he wasn’t sure.
The whole event had been strange for both of them.
It had left them in an unlikely situation with neither of them wanting to leave each other’s side. Only the other could confirm what they had seen was real.
Petre sighed as he reclined back in his living room chair. People around here were starting to get suspicious.
It hadn’t been safe coming here to begin with, but Petre couldn’t think of any other option.
He certainly had no friends.
The only thing he use to turn to was cigarettes.
Petre took the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Lucky for him, he had found an extra stash when he had came back.
He stared at it briefly before a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. “You’re going to get cancer, you know.” Petre looked up as a coy smile met his gaze.
He chuckled as he took one out of the box. “No one lives long enough around here to get cancer, Zo.” Zoraida sat down in the other chair as she shook her head at him. Her mischievous eyes were ablaze. “Bullshit.”
Petre stared at her quizzically as he shifted his focus to looking for his lighter. In an unexpected moment, the box of cigarettes was plucked out of his hand. His head snapped up in surprise.
Zoraida waved them in front of him as she laughed lightly. Petre lifted an eyebrow as he reached for them. She pulled them back slightly with those mischievous, bright eyes of hers boring into him.
Petre met her gaze back and instead of reaching for the box, he pulled her closer to him instead.
Her eyes went round for a split second before the mischievousness returned back in them.
Petre knew he was doomed from the start as she closed the space between them as she pressed her lips to his. His eyes widened as he took the box out of her hands and tossed it across the room, closing any space left between them in the process as he crushed his lips to hers.
Screw cigarettes.
Why did he need cigarettes again?
Petre pulled away as his lips traveled across her jawline before settling on her neck for a brief moment. She gasped in surprise. Within a few moments, Zoraida was away from him as Petre found himself frowning. He glanced at her curves as he prepared himself to back off.
Petre didn’t need to push his luck any farther.
He soon felt a tug on his hand as Zoraida smiled seductively as her eyes drifted towards his bedroom. He followed her, the pack of cigarettes long forgotten as they laid uselessly on the floor.
Neither of them knew what would come next after this day or the day after.
Life in Lunar Lakes was short and was spent being haunted by a number about a past that no longer existed.
For a while, they both managed to forget it.
SimNoWriMo Word count: 1,336
SimNoWriMo Picture count:45
SimNoWriMo Update Count: 4
OH SNAP what a saucy chapter!
ReplyDeleteYesssss Petre and Zoooo! My Shiiiiip! <3
Poor Zo is going through some shit... what's real? What's not? Who cares! At least she got laid. ;) Hehe, fantastic chapter! I loved the pictures! That futuristic setting is so appealing! The colors pop and Zo looks gorgeous with her hair up. Ack, so much to love!
Gosh I'm loving these two together. Zo is going through a rough time, but hey, she did get laid! (Throws confetti) Thank you so much! =D
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ReplyDeleteDamn that got steamy!
There you go Petre, never gonna have to smoke again lmao XD
Poor Zo she's going through so much, you DO belong hon. Ask Petre I'm sure he agrees heh
IT DID INDEED. Was not expecting it while writing.
DeleteYep. He's sworn off smoking forever. Yes, yes. Petre agrees. 100% agrees.
HE IS A VERY BIG SUPPORTER OF ZO BELONGING.
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