vomit than an actual, rational argument.
“You’re worried about me getting fat?” Seth moved from his seat with lightening quick speed. I hardly had time to comprehend he wasn’t sitting anymore before he was standing directly in front of me , with both of his arms pressing against the counter on either side of me, pinning me in . “Let me assure you, my weight gain is nothing for you to be concerned about .” Seth’s amber colored eyes glowed with frightening intensity and the way his dark hair fell across his forehead made me wonder if he was more Fallen than Angel. He reached for my hand, with one dangerously strong one of his own and pressed my palm against his flat, muscular stomach. “These are genetic; I wouldn’t worry about a few pancakes distorting your eye candy.”
The flus h that burned itself into my face, no w deepened across my collar bone. I didn’t dare move my hand until Seth took his off mine , and then I retracted my fingers with the speed of my own angelic heritage, causing a smug smirk to break out across Seth’s face.
“I get your point,” I mumbled, not willing to back down from this fight. “But I still don’t appreciate the way you have come in here and just snatched all of the pancakes up.”
“Point taken,” Seth didn’t immediately move from the bicep -cage he built around me . He enjoyed watching me squirm because of him. But then his eyes turned soft and he held my gaze, igniting the connection that tied us together, the one that I couldn’t even fully understand yet. M aybe it was the independent nature that tied us to all of God’s creation or because I was imposs ibly tiny standing next to him but I felt impossibly fragile and delicate . I instinctively knew that without him by my side I didn’t stand a chance against even a small army of Shadows, let alone the entire forces of Darkness mobilized against me and this planet .
“Seth,” Jupiter chastised from across the room. The tone of his voice reminded Seth that he was a C ounterpart. A W arrior. And his behavior at the moment resonated in the completely inappropriate department .
Seth gave me a good natured, casual smile and the n stood up straight. He held my gaze for a few moments longer, unable to tear his gaze away from mine that I could feel had just started to glow under the strain of my emotions. But which emotions were making them glow? That was a question I was afraid to get to the bottom of.
“I’m going to see if Annabelle needs any hel p,” I choked out, in a tightly strained voice. I broke the hold of Seth’s gaze first, hating that w e already fought, that I already made things awkward for my Warrior. I sighed, frustrated with my self and flew up the servant stairs before anyone could object, or remind me what a terrible hostess I was playing. Or even worse, what a terrible Star was being.
“Please tell me that won’t be a problem with her training,” I heard Jupiter ask once I was around the corner . He almost sounded amused and I so I paused on the stairwell, recognizing that Jupiter rarely felt amused.
“That won’t be a problem with her training,” Seth spouted back word for word. The huge smile probably lighting up his face completely evident in his voice. I was sure Jupiter would be convinced that whatever he was talking about would definitely be a problem with my training. I got nervous just thinking about it.
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After spending the majority of my day locked in my room, pretending that getting mad about pancakes was completely normal, and skipping lunch, I decided it was time to face the music …. o r Seth, in this case. And I decided I should probably acknowledge that he actually did fight a battle
“You’re worried about me getting fat?” Seth moved from his seat with lightening quick speed. I hardly had time to comprehend he wasn’t sitting anymore before he was standing directly in front of me , with both of his arms pressing against the counter on either side of me, pinning me in . “Let me assure you, my weight gain is nothing for you to be concerned about .” Seth’s amber colored eyes glowed with frightening intensity and the way his dark hair fell across his forehead made me wonder if he was more Fallen than Angel. He reached for my hand, with one dangerously strong one of his own and pressed my palm against his flat, muscular stomach. “These are genetic; I wouldn’t worry about a few pancakes distorting your eye candy.”
The flus h that burned itself into my face, no w deepened across my collar bone. I didn’t dare move my hand until Seth took his off mine , and then I retracted my fingers with the speed of my own angelic heritage, causing a smug smirk to break out across Seth’s face.
“I get your point,” I mumbled, not willing to back down from this fight. “But I still don’t appreciate the way you have come in here and just snatched all of the pancakes up.”
“Point taken,” Seth didn’t immediately move from the bicep -cage he built around me . He enjoyed watching me squirm because of him. But then his eyes turned soft and he held my gaze, igniting the connection that tied us together, the one that I couldn’t even fully understand yet. M aybe it was the independent nature that tied us to all of God’s creation or because I was imposs ibly tiny standing next to him but I felt impossibly fragile and delicate . I instinctively knew that without him by my side I didn’t stand a chance against even a small army of Shadows, let alone the entire forces of Darkness mobilized against me and this planet .
“Seth,” Jupiter chastised from across the room. The tone of his voice reminded Seth that he was a C ounterpart. A W arrior. And his behavior at the moment resonated in the completely inappropriate department .
Seth gave me a good natured, casual smile and the n stood up straight. He held my gaze for a few moments longer, unable to tear his gaze away from mine that I could feel had just started to glow under the strain of my emotions. But which emotions were making them glow? That was a question I was afraid to get to the bottom of.
“I’m going to see if Annabelle needs any hel p,” I choked out, in a tightly strained voice. I broke the hold of Seth’s gaze first, hating that w e already fought, that I already made things awkward for my Warrior. I sighed, frustrated with my self and flew up the servant stairs before anyone could object, or remind me what a terrible hostess I was playing. Or even worse, what a terrible Star was being.
“Please tell me that won’t be a problem with her training,” I heard Jupiter ask once I was around the corner . He almost sounded amused and I so I paused on the stairwell, recognizing that Jupiter rarely felt amused.
“That won’t be a problem with her training,” Seth spouted back word for word. The huge smile probably lighting up his face completely evident in his voice. I was sure Jupiter would be convinced that whatever he was talking about would definitely be a problem with my training. I got nervous just thinking about it.
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After spending the majority of my day locked in my room, pretending that getting mad about pancakes was completely normal, and skipping lunch, I decided it was time to face the music …. o r Seth, in this case. And I decided I should probably acknowledge that he actually did fight a battle
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