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[EcM] December - Small Doses
Dec. 19th, 2007 04:06 pmElle was a lot to handle on a daily basis. Even before things got more into the physicality of it, saying she was intense was putting it lightly. She was borderline insane some days, but still Bastian didn't seem to mind. He took her in small doses at first, and over the months he'd been building up a tolerance. It wasn't meant to sound mean, but with Elle there was a lot of take, and then when it was give, she gave with a bit of bite to it. Those small crackles of energy across his skin, built up over the weeks and months to something she could push into his chest and he could feel. Always avoiding his heart, the luck of the draw of course, but still winding through his nervous system nearly letting him bite his tongue off a few times.
Small doses increased over time, just like her. Seeing her in the halls, then out during training, always trying to be the show off, the charming bastard trying to impress the blonde that had that simple way of shifting her posture to allow her hip to jut out in an act of childish impetuous behavior when she wasn't getting her way. Sure he was a lot of flash, and the tests they ran on him let him show off because when the odds were in his favor all the time it was effortless to do that sort of display.
That was what probably disturbed him the most though... deep down... was that it was all too easy. He had to wonder, how long had it been like this. How many of his grades weren't earned, how many girls had he convinced to sleep with him without even realizing they really didn't want to. How much of his life was a lie?
It was still easier to manage the doubt in small doses. Think of one instant at a time, instead of an entire lifetime of doubt. One event at a time, one charming smile at a time. One little white lie branched outward into one event that went in his favor. One small spark, from a single kiss that deep down he probably knew he didn't deserve.
Small doses increased over time, just like her. Seeing her in the halls, then out during training, always trying to be the show off, the charming bastard trying to impress the blonde that had that simple way of shifting her posture to allow her hip to jut out in an act of childish impetuous behavior when she wasn't getting her way. Sure he was a lot of flash, and the tests they ran on him let him show off because when the odds were in his favor all the time it was effortless to do that sort of display.
That was what probably disturbed him the most though... deep down... was that it was all too easy. He had to wonder, how long had it been like this. How many of his grades weren't earned, how many girls had he convinced to sleep with him without even realizing they really didn't want to. How much of his life was a lie?
It was still easier to manage the doubt in small doses. Think of one instant at a time, instead of an entire lifetime of doubt. One event at a time, one charming smile at a time. One little white lie branched outward into one event that went in his favor. One small spark, from a single kiss that deep down he probably knew he didn't deserve.
