hercules & love affair
hercules & love affair
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hercules & love affair
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"get closer." she dribbled these words out as if they were half-mistakes. as if they didn't go together. nevertheless, she repeated them, louder the first time than the second. her face tilted exponentially as she said them again a third time, until the neck muscles strained to such an extent that she had no choice but to pivot her entire body along with her own sense of embarrassment exuding from her vocal cords. she bit her knit scarf and pulled it very snugly around her chin, never once moving a single digit on her hand. he found it quite impressive, while still put off by her hesitant actions aforementioned.
he tore across the sidewalk, ignoring the camera that had kept him still for so long. at her angle, it looked like a voluntary action - she flinched. the scrape of plastic skittering from fast to slow somehow grew louder, probably due to his face quickly meeting with the stereo responsible for this sound; closer and closer his cheekbone to the speaker, louder and louder the horns bled from the radio into his ears. to her, it was less than a moment, surely less than an event, especially less than a significant event. the cameraman could not be seen, but a splash in the water could be heard.
he opened his eyes, saw two shuttering hazel irises gleaming over him, just barely in his peripheral. she would have examined his breath, but he knew he was already outside himself. the same neck muscles that strained in an attempt to shy away from him began to twitch - this time not because she was trying to look away, but because she was trying to take it all in.
he tore across the sidewalk, ignoring the camera that had kept him still for so long. at her angle, it looked like a voluntary action - she flinched. the scrape of plastic skittering from fast to slow somehow grew louder, probably due to his face quickly meeting with the stereo responsible for this sound; closer and closer his cheekbone to the speaker, louder and louder the horns bled from the radio into his ears. to her, it was less than a moment, surely less than an event, especially less than a significant event. the cameraman could not be seen, but a splash in the water could be heard.
he opened his eyes, saw two shuttering hazel irises gleaming over him, just barely in his peripheral. she would have examined his breath, but he knew he was already outside himself. the same neck muscles that strained in an attempt to shy away from him began to twitch - this time not because she was trying to look away, but because she was trying to take it all in.
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