Thread: unforgiving acts of love ( jelojohn and LingeringDesire )

I work on a farm. At least I used to. he said this weary, he wanted to look at her enjoy this time he was having with this new found acquaintance but each time he laid his stare upon her his body would run through with relentless chill's, trying to get his mind of this feeling he looked at the table, without looking up at Noelle he asked so what do you sculpt, what type of art do you perform? his words came out almost in a whisper but it was loud enough to hear. He looked away from the table and out at the scenery that lay to the side of them, he looked down the path which he had traversed only minutes before, and he caught a glimpse of a white-red dress running off and out of his view behind shrubbery, he tried another glance by leaning in his seat. But to no luck, he sighed slightly another stress laying upon his back full of pressures. He tried again to turn back to Noelle but it seemed harder as he came to know her more, it was like trying to look into nothing. yet it held everything if only his mind would let him lay his eyes upon her, but this was not the case for each time he looked into her eyes his turned to that gleaming gold, and the pain would come again im sorry if I seem rude by not looking at you when I talk, I just...... I cant really explain it his voice was raspy as if just speaking to her hurt him, a small female laugh could be heard off to the side, Atlas turned to where it had come from foreboding the events happening around him. He felt as if millions of eyes were glaring at him in contempt at his failure, as if they loved the way he fruitlessly tried to grab at the thing he was sworn never to touch, which was the case in this little scenario in which he was to play a part in. did you....hear that he said looking at the origin of the female laugh, the feeling of being stuck became so strong that he had to stand up. His legs shaking he smiled down at Noelle, he probably looked like a freak right know but he cared for he could feel a evil presence coming on its way towards them, he could feel it in the pulse of his heart, his whole being told him to run but he stood still. His body was preparing itself for something and he knew not of what it was, all he knew was that he was going to fight it. A burning sensation ran through him as he caught a glimpse, no a flicker of movement off to his side, he tensed up as it came closer. But as the seconds passed he had an idea, and without thinking he grabbed Noelle's hand just as a black figure jumped out at him, he knew this would happen, it had happened on his birthday so why would it not happen know we need to go! his voice was desperate and so were his movements, something swiped at his feet in flurry of movement and without thinking of the consequences he picked Noelle up into his arms and jumped of to the side dodging an attack that would have surely killed the likes of both of them. And then he ran, with all his might, his muscles straining as he gained yards on the beast that was attacking them.....no him, he had to remind himself that this was not Noelle's fight it was his, he had dragged her along with him on accident and know he was risking her life along with his im sorry about this, strange shit has been happening......FUCK I should have not dragged you into this he said this annoyed at himself as he jabbered off at Noelle, he had no reason to explain to her what was happening to her but it felt as if he needed to, because if he did not he felt like he might loose her, and for the first time he felt as if he had made a connection. As this thought passed through him he was thrown to the side into the side of a brick housing office, he gasped out as the air was pushed out of him He tried himself to get up with no result, Noelle...r...run in...inside he gasped out pointing to the door to the building. He had not time to protect her, but if she could hide he would do the best he could, at least he could make a mark on this monstrosity that chose to pick this day to lay its anger out upon him. and as he brought himself up he met the face of the beast, the smell of shit and fish filled his nostrils damn. you are one ugly fucker. he chuckled out, his body was once again tensing for battle, the glow came back to his eyes, as well as something more something strong and emotional, he could not describe it fully although one word came to mind chaos he whispered it out loud as he raised his fist's not fully sure of what he was supposed to do, the both of them stared each other down waiting for one to move, to strike, to break contact. picture of the beast sorry if i took it of into some action a little to fast, but i feel like Noelle needs to see what he is before atlas truly knows what he is. If that makes any sense