Vandyke Oakes
Male
21
Lead Fighter [8]
Tags: Cybil
Van had not had any idea that she was at least as persistent as he was.
At some point he had given up trying to call and run for Cybil.
The fallow, which her wild escape had struck through the undergrowth of the forest, clearly showed him where he had to go.
Van pushed himself through a thorn bush and felt the tendrils tear on his naked arms. He realized that he was no longer wearing a shirt, and yet the wind seemed to bounce over his skin like a tiled stove.
That's how he felt. As if his skin would blaze.
He stretched his head to heaven, allowing the wind to stroke over his skin and disorder his hair.
The forest lit up a little, to a small, grassy clearing, and he could see her directly.
Cybil lay on the ground and seemed to shine silver, with bright hair and bright skin that probably wanted to reflect the moonlight.
He did not lift his pace, but slowly walked towards her until he stood directly in front of her.
His hands were buried in his pockets, one of them swollen and deaf, and he sat down next to the girl, looking down at her exhausted.
He couldn´t think of anything to say, without appearing crude, so he lifted his healthy hand and drew a small tendril from her hair, which poured itself silver over the ground.
What should he say? That he did not want to kiss Mika, or that he did not feel for the Omega in the way Cybil thought? She would not believe him anyway.
At some point he had given up trying to call and run for Cybil.
The fallow, which her wild escape had struck through the undergrowth of the forest, clearly showed him where he had to go.
Van pushed himself through a thorn bush and felt the tendrils tear on his naked arms. He realized that he was no longer wearing a shirt, and yet the wind seemed to bounce over his skin like a tiled stove.
That's how he felt. As if his skin would blaze.
He stretched his head to heaven, allowing the wind to stroke over his skin and disorder his hair.
The forest lit up a little, to a small, grassy clearing, and he could see her directly.
Cybil lay on the ground and seemed to shine silver, with bright hair and bright skin that probably wanted to reflect the moonlight.
He did not lift his pace, but slowly walked towards her until he stood directly in front of her.
His hands were buried in his pockets, one of them swollen and deaf, and he sat down next to the girl, looking down at her exhausted.
He couldn´t think of anything to say, without appearing crude, so he lifted his healthy hand and drew a small tendril from her hair, which poured itself silver over the ground.
What should he say? That he did not want to kiss Mika, or that he did not feel for the Omega in the way Cybil thought? She would not believe him anyway.
