i’m actually kind of afraid to meet my online friends
not because of the possibility of them being an online predator,
but because they’re gonna realize how much of a loser i am in real life. and think something like “wow have i really been friends with you this whole entire time”
That awkward moment when I’m afraid of my IRL friends realising this someday
JESUS TAKE THE WHOLE VEHICLE
What. the. HELL.
WHATS HAPPENING NIGEL WHAT THE FCKI CAN’T bREATHE
A guy like you, should wear a gafrflghghahsdhfgda.
That’s it, I give up with revision. I can’t after this!!! xD
DYINGGGGGGGGGGGG
BUT WHERE HAS ALL THE AIR GONE
OH MY GOD
I CAN’T
Okay, so maybe he had made up the reassurance thing on the spot, but he was glad it was doing its unintentional job, nonetheless. She seemed to relax a bit more, much to his own relief. He paused at her words, a small huff leaving him. Was she hiding something from him? He couldn’t help feeling as though she wasn’t saying something. But then he dismissed the though because she was so kind and sweet that he was convinced she would have shared it with him.
“If you are sure… I am sorry as well… f-for thinking that you are sick?” The tone of his voice pinched off into a question. His brows creased at that. What was he even saying anymore?
Why would he think she was sick? Was she acting as such? Her cheeks were probably incredibly red by now, certainly, and she was very much prone to a wicked stutter when she was flustered. That was probably it… Oh, he really was too sweet…
“I’m not sick,” she asserted, shaking her head. There… really only was one explanation that didn’t include a web full of lies. Sometimes she wished she was better at these, like her sister, but at the same time, the truth would probably be the best route to go. If he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, she could make an attempt to stop liking him…
Her breathing grew short as adrenaline flooded her veins, the daunting task at hand scaring her out of her wits. It was now, or never…
“I just get… flustered around you,” she admitted, her violet eyes falling a bit to his lips before she stared straight ahead at his chest, trying to control herself. “Because… W-well, Nikolas, I… like you. A lot…” The Canadian felt as if she could pass out from all the blood rushing to her cheeks. She had said it. She finally said it. Oh, god, please don’t say no…A hint of confusion came to his crystal blue eyes as she shook her head. If she wasn’t feeling ill, then perhaps she remembered something that she forgot to do. That had to be it! He tilted his head, curious as of if he could help. Maybe he should ask? He was about to offer to be whatever help that he could until she continued to speak on, listening to her words carefully.
He processed her words rather slowly, trying to find some other way around how he heard her, but faced himself with the reality of her honest words. He didn’t realize his breath had hitched until his lungs began to scream for air and his heart locked up. He looked to her for a long, stretching moment, unsure of what to say as opposed to his wildly running conscience. Did she really just say that?
The dirty blond had to force his thoughts to move again, an audible swallow leaving him and an impossibly visible flush taking him. “You… you like me… a-a lot?” He repeated slowly, his hands loosening on her just a bit. A wave of butterflies warmed through him as he looked down to her. He couldn’t believe this.
A long, heavy pause filled the space between them, the atmosphere hanging like the sword of Damocles over her head. She could feel the weight of the silence; it was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Nikolas wasn’t saying anything. Madeline, always quick to assume the worst, began wondering if he was taking so long to reply because he was thinking of ways to turn her down. Her hands began to tremble very slightly, her breathing pattern mimicing the shaking.
“Yes…” the Canadian said, but her voice was soft, and unsure; a hint of sorrow coloured the three-letter word. The blonde bowed her head, looking to the ground for relief, not able to keep contact with the man. She had probably blown it, hadn’t she? Madeline’s confidence grew weaker and weaker by the second, terribly close to reaching rock bottom.
“If… If you don’t feel the same way, I-I understand,” she offered, straining to hold back a sob. “I… know you, someone like you, could do much better. Just say the word, a-and I’ll be gone. I-I’m sorry…” Her voice slowly grew softer and softer, until her quavering apology was barely an audible whisper before a small choked sob took her throat, and with it, whatever was left of her words. It was just like her to resort to self-deprication. Madeline felt pathetic for even making an attempt to reach someone that was far beyond her level. Then again, wasn’t everyone beyond her level?
FUCK, I FORGOT ANON.
I AM NO LONGER THE SERENADING ANON.
I AM NOW SERENADING SANAZ.
flijLKJFGDSAOIGRESOHIDFAD
OMG
/died
/is dead
This means Skill and How I Portray The Character.
oh god))
Nikolas was surprised, to say the least, that she would think that. “What?” He breathed, his shoulders tensing together as he took a step forward to place both of his hands at her shoulders, his body thinking before his mind. “Why would you be bothering me? That is silly! U-um,” he looked down to her, unsure of what came over him. “This… this gesture means reassurance at my house.”
She suddenly felt his large hands on her otherwise mousy shoulders, a bit of her edginess melting away with the warmth of his hands. She could immediately see why it was a gesture of reassurance; Madeline never felt more comforted by such a simple touch of the shoulder.
“It’s… nothing. I just worry a lot, I’m sorry,” she apologised, followed by a small chuckle. Damned Canadian stereotypes. She really did say sorry a lot. The girl would much rather say sorry when she wasn’t, than not apologise when she was at fault, though…Okay, so maybe he had made up the reassurance thing on the spot, but he was glad it was doing its unintentional job, nonetheless. She seemed to relax a bit more, much to his own relief. He paused at her words, a small huff leaving him. Was she hiding something from him? He couldn’t help feeling as though she wasn’t saying something. But then he dismissed the though because she was so kind and sweet that he was convinced she would have shared it with him.
“If you are sure… I am sorry as well… f-for thinking that you are sick?” The tone of his voice pinched off into a question. His brows creased at that. What was he even saying anymore?
Why would he think she was sick? Was she acting as such? Her cheeks were probably incredibly red by now, certainly, and she was very much prone to a wicked stutter when she was flustered. That was probably it… Oh, he really was too sweet…
“I’m not sick,” she asserted, shaking her head. There… really only was one explanation that didn’t include a web full of lies. Sometimes she wished she was better at these, like her sister, but at the same time, the truth would probably be the best route to go. If he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, she could make an attempt to stop liking him…
Her breathing grew short as adrenaline flooded her veins, the daunting task at hand scaring her out of her wits. It was now, or never…
“I just get… flustered around you,” she admitted, her violet eyes falling a bit to his lips before she stared straight ahead at his chest, trying to control herself. “Because… W-well, Nikolas, I… like you. A lot…” The Canadian felt as if she could pass out from all the blood rushing to her cheeks. She had said it. She finally said it. Oh, god, please don’t say no…
Oh, hello! Thank you so much for the follow, sir. I appreciate it.
Alexei nods at her solemnly. “You’re welcome….” He grasps for her name. “Madeleine, tak?”
“Yes, that’d be me,” she smiled, politely nodding. “And I believe you would be Mister Alexei. Am I correct?”
Oh, hello! Thank you so much for the follow, sir. I appreciate it.
He stared for a few lingering seconds after she had spoken, his words escaping him at that moment. He parted his lips to speak, his mind barren as he was unable to move his gaze from her. He shook his head lightly, his brows furrowing and cheeks burning. Think, Nikolas, think! “Why are you… sorry?”
What could she say? Well… what was there to say? It wouldn’t make much sense to lie, seeing as she couldn’t think of one, and besides, it wasn’t exactly in her nature to lie, anyway. Madeline looked up to the Ukranian man, trying her absolute best to look him in the eye. Those kind, caring, soft blue eyes… Dieu.
“I’m… not bothering you, am I?” she asked, her tone honest even though her voice was unsteady. “If I am, I’m really sorry…” The last thing she needed was to be a bother to him. Madeline was hopelessly infatuated with him, and all she hoped was that maybe, just maybe, he could return those same feelings, someday.
Nikolas was surprised, to say the least, that she would think that. “What?” He breathed, his shoulders tensing together as he took a step forward to place both of his hands at her shoulders, his body thinking before his mind. “Why would you be bothering me? That is silly! U-um,” he looked down to her, unsure of what came over him. “This… this gesture means reassurance at my house.”
She suddenly felt his large hands on her otherwise mousy shoulders, a bit of her edginess melting away with the warmth of his hands. She could immediately see why it was a gesture of reassurance; Madeline never felt more comforted by such a simple touch of the shoulder.
“It’s… nothing. I just worry a lot, I’m sorry,” she apologised, followed by a small chuckle. Damned Canadian stereotypes. She really did say sorry a lot. The girl would much rather say sorry when she wasn’t, than not apologise when she was at fault, though…
His shoulders drooped and he swallowed loudly at her words, somewhat relieved that nothing was wrong, but what could have possibly made her like that? It was strange. She pulled the scarf from his face, which served to reinforce the color at his cheeks. His eyes were locked to hers, captive to their allure.
“Oh…” He simply responded, his gloved hand loosening on the fabric of his sandy scarf. ”Um, o-okay…”
His rosy colour only worsened as she removed part of his scarf, making her a little worried. Perhaps she being too bold in her actions? He wasn’t saying anything, which didn’t help her theory… Dieu, this is what she got for trying to be more outgoing like her siblings. Nothing good ever came out of it. She really needed to learn to keep to her niche. Madeline quickly retreated her hand back to her side, her brow furrowing slightly.
“S-sorry, I…” she gulped, unable to keep a lock on his eyes, instead finding a place for her gaze elsewhere, off to the side. “… Sorry…”He stared for a few lingering seconds after she had spoken, his words escaping him at that moment. He parted his lips to speak, his mind barren as he was unable to move his gaze from her. He shook his head lightly, his brows furrowing and cheeks burning. Think, Nikolas, think! “Why are you… sorry?”
What could she say? Well… what was there to say? It wouldn’t make much sense to lie, seeing as she couldn’t think of one, and besides, it wasn’t exactly in her nature to lie, anyway. Madeline looked up to the Ukranian man, trying her absolute best to look him in the eye. Those kind, caring, soft blue eyes… Dieu.
“I’m… not bothering you, am I?” she asked, her tone honest even though her voice was unsteady. “If I am, I’m really sorry…” The last thing she needed was to be a bother to him. Madeline was hopelessly infatuated with him, and all she hoped was that maybe, just maybe, he could return those same feelings, someday.
