Brandon Varnell
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Man Made God 001 - Scene 2
🕑 Added 2020-04-28 15:21:00 +0000 UTCHe and Aris lay on their sides, facing each other. Adam was tenderly stroking Aris’s cheek, brushing back her hair, and gazing into her soft eyes. His heart felt at ease. At this moment, at least, he did not worry about her Mortems Disease. He merely let himself fall into her eyes… the eyes that had saved his soul when he was on the brink of giving up.
“Adam, will you kiss me?”
“I thought kisses were something princes gave to princesses in order to wake them up.”
“Hmph. They also give princesses a kiss to make them fall asleep.”
“Is that how it works?”
“It is.”
“There’s no arguing with that kind of logic.”
Adam scooted closer, until there was barely any space between their bodies. His hand was still on her face. He tilted her head up as he leaned down, sealing their lips with a soft kiss.
It was impossible not to feel Aris’s gentle and soft breath against his lips as they shared several sweet kisses. Her breath, her lips, the glazed look in her eyes, all of it was enough to drive a man insane. Adam knew that if not for his strong will, he would have already succumbed and taken her virginity and, as a result, maybe even her life.
The kisses continued. Aris used what little strength she had left to thread her fingers through his hair. She kissed him as best she could with her weakened body. Her actions were enough to move him to tears. He wanted to cry, but that would have ruined the moment, so he refrained, just barely.
As the night wore on, Aris eventually fell asleep in Adam’s arms. He held her close, his mind active, unable to sleep. Tenderly stroking her hair, he thought about Fayte’s proposition. A cure. There might really be a cure for Aris. While Adam had searched high and low for even the slightest hint of a cure for Mortems Disease, he had never once found anything and was on the verge of giving up hope. Now a potential cure had fallen into his lap. He didn’t know what to think.
He had never been a religious man. Adam could never bring himself to believe in religion or God after everything that happened to him.
But on that night, he prayed to whatever gods he could think of that Fayte hadn’t been lying when she said she could cure Aris.
Comments
Thank you. I actually wrote this story last year, so I had no idea it would hit so close to home.
