Post by kevna on Sept 27, 2019 2:45:10 GMT -5
Siorreya ~ Candidate
Mazarakru had been the gentleman walking her back to the female candidate’s quarters, yet all she had wanted to do was walk alone and think. Think about everything that had transpired this strange night. Now she stood at the foot of her bunk, looking at it, feeling restless. It was well past her bedtime, but she didn’t feel sleepy at all. She brushed back her wispy blonde hair annoyed, and tilted her head at her bunk, as if looking at it from a different angle would make it more appealing. It didn’t.
She decided to pace, and as she paced, she thought about him. How strange he had been acting, more distracted than normal. His auburn curls and freckled face. The way he had leaned in and the kiss. Peck. It had been a peck. She couldn’t call it a kiss. Could she? Her pace picked up as she thought about the way they had brushed hands and wondered how she felt about the simple touch. It hadn’t felt special to her, the kiss hadn’t either. It had just felt like touch. Like skin against skin. Wasn’t it supposed to feel better? Didn’t people like kissing? She had wanted to try it, but for some reason hadn’t even thought about that with Maz. He was her friend.
Either she didn’t like Maz, or she didn’t like kissing. She stopped suddenly mid stride and touched her lips, placing the slightest bit of pressure on them. Siorreya had found other boys attractive, and had wanted to try kissing them, but there just had never been the right circumstances or time to try it out. She was pretty sure she would like to kiss though, most people did, and it looked pleasant. So she didn’t like Maz then…
She did like him well enough, but not romantically. Not that he wasn’t attractive, he had a very nice face, and his slender build was complimentary to his physique. But she had never felt overly attracted to him. He had just been Maz. Her first friend on Mavros, and her accomplice in adventures. She didn’t want to lose him to that, and wondered how he felt about her… He had kissed her, but did that denote that he liked her? She supposed it did, I mean, what wasn’t there to like? She chuckled at her line of thinking, and then began pacing again.
Maybe he had felt obliged to kiss her, or maybe it had been a dare? She hoped not, what a way to lose her first kiss. To a dare. She couldn’t ask him that though, could she? It was to weird to think about. Suddenly, a wave of fatigue and nausea overthrew her, and she jumped onto the bed, groaning and covering her eyes.
The best thing was to not talk about it. Avoid it. That way, if Mazarakru did like her, she didn’t have to address that and potentially lose him, and if he didn’t like her, she wouldn’t have to wonder why he had bothered stealing her first kiss. Yes, avoiding it was a good idea. One thing she did know now, Maz was her friend, and only that.
