.Doorbells.Danielle groaned as she felt something hard press against the inside of her thigh, she tightly laced her fingers through the bronze hair of the person kissing her neck.
"Nico," she let his name slip out of her lips as she squirmed beneath him, wanting some friction.
"Mhm?" Nico looked at her with green eyes that looked glassy but lustful.
"Bed," Danielle ran her finger pads over the planes of his chest through his shirt, "now."
But he didn't move from the couch, causing her to grab him by the shoulders and pin him down, sitting down on his stomach.
"You're not the only one in control."
Danielle smirked down at him.
Nico grinned and watched her move down to where the obvious bulge was in his pants. She hovered over him and pulled at his shirt. He shed it off, watching her fingers trace his collarbone where the secret cluster of freckles were. She got him distracted before firmly pressing down onto his crotch. Nico glared at her although not to seriously. Danielle looked at him innocentl
.Heromine Abel Vaviskyi.|PHYSICAL APPEARANCE|
Name| Heromine Abel Vaviskyi
Nick Names| Hero
Weight| Not overweight lets just say that
Sexual Orientation| Heterosexual
Body Type/Build| Normal - Thin
Skin Tone| Pale
Eye Color| Green/Hazel
Hair Color| Blonde-Brown-Russet, shit
Hairstyle| Wavy, long, usually all swept to one side looking like a half shave
Appearance Flaws| Crooked smile
Detailed Physical Description| None
Childhood Friends| No one actually
Enemies| She could make some
Favorites/Likes| Eating...lying, persuaing
Most Hated/Dislikes| Most people
Fears| Many things she doesn't admit to
They're most at ease when| Calmed
Most ill at ease when| Near sickness?
Best Characteristic| None
Worst Characteristic| None
Hobbies/Interests| Reading secretly
Regrets| Regrets are her regrets
Religious Beliefs| None
.You've Grown.I have a mental disorder...
I do not know why...
It isn't fair...there is nobody is be my savior or remedy.
But I get used to it. Life is life, it never promised to be so nice; only sometimes, but those are your lucky times.
And lucky times happen once in awhile: they are very latent.
Beside those, my mother comes by once in awhile. She is hidden away from dad, only to be seen with my eyes. I really need her, but I have to be a braver maverick now.
Mother is visiting me in the attic but in the wrong time where there are salty raindrops falling from my cloudy eyes. She would kneel next to me and smile, whispering her favorite lullaby. I never understood it, having it to do with nine birds, then rabbits, then to lions...
Mother brushes away the raindrops from my eyes with every word she says, but they never go away.
The angel visits me again. She always makes sojourn stays which sadden me, because it isn't fair...she is starting to become my remedy. She keeps wiping away the rebel tears