Inception of the Sprite's Vehemence [Part 3]

 “I never asked you how you joined the Guild. I know you and Vahaemarr have been here the longest.” I asked, trying an angle that would be less dreary.

“Oh, it's actually kinda funny. Because it is not too different from yours. Hehe.” She giggled. “I think I was about ten.” Quen mentioned with a thoughtful look.

“You joined when you were that young?” I asked with some surprise.

“Yup.” Her smile slowly returned. “So, uh, one day I was just wandering the streets of my hometown. Going on minding myself, then someone put this opalescent Orb in front of my face and told me to place my hand on it.”

“Sounds like a Vapula move.” I chuckled lightly.

“Haha, right.” Quen giggled. “I remember it being a little too heavy for me to lift, but then someone different helped me hold it.” Quen explained.

“Vahaemarr?” I asked with a smile.

“Yeah, he’s always been helpful.” Quen smiled. “Once I touched it, Vapula simply said ‘Perfect’.” Her smile displayed a subtle disbelief in the situation she was in. “I also remember having a very nice meal and Vapula just explained a whole bunch of stuff… I had no idea what he was really saying, all I knew was that he is an Infernalior and one that wanted me to be part of his Guild. I just remember thinking that I had to take him up on his offer.” Quen finished.

Not wanting to ask specifics of her situation at the time. One can only guess what misfortunes she experienced in order for her to willingly join Vapula without question or obstacles in the decision. I’m sure I’ll find out one day. We still have plenty of time to grow together.

“Well, yeah. That does sound pretty similar.” I adjusted my position on the couch. “Out in the open, random objects, little words exchanged. And a little bit of confusion, haha.” I laughed.

“I know, our Guild is so incredibly different.” Quen giggled brightly.

“I think that’s what makes us the best.” I remarked with a small smile. “Even though I haven't been here long, I feel really good about this Guild. I can’t really explain it, hehe.” I giggled.

“Yeah, me too.” Quen beamed.

We then talked a lot more after that, hours probably. The time we share can glide away so quickly when I’m with her sometimes. We talked about our item trip and how we felt about them; I still haven’t taken my ring off. We talked about the future and what's to come with Vapula’s grand plan. I’ve noticed that we’ve grown pretty comfortable with one another: making small jokes about the others, poking and laughing at each other. Quen felt bad sometimes since I kept bumping my arm and making it ache, not paying attention because I was having so much fun. So, I had to keep telling her that I was fine.

Such goofy fun. My heart felt so full at this moment with her, she’s always so full of life. It brings such a smile to my face. I’ve only had moments like this from the few years at Stanford. With my dearest of friends that I’ve come to love. However, those were some of the first moments that I’ve felt that way, partially corrupted by my cynical demeanor. They weren’t as pure as the time I spent with Valaquendë Tirion. Thankfully, they still wanted to be part of my life.

One of us yawned, so then there were a few moments of back and forth yawning. We then agreed that it was time to go to sleep. We both got up and walked to the door.

We reached for the door handle at the same time; we giggled at that for a quick second. We locked eyes. This isn’t good… Without distractions, all I wanted to do is study her. Every little aspect about her. The color of her spellbinding eyes and hair, like my personal lake. Her incredibly soft skin that creates a challenge to stop caressing once I start. Her velvety lips look perfect: they have the ability to do so much. This is one situation I don’t find myself in often, so the first thing I thought to do was to apologize.

“Sorry I don’t-” I began to whisper, but before I got another word, she gently placed her left hand on my cheek and kept looking at me with the care of a… a Lover.

With that hand, she slowly moved her soft thumb over my lips. She gazed intently at mine, I did the same to hers, she’s resting the fronts of her teeth on them. This sensation is indescribable, I want her to feel the same. With the hand that I can still move, I grabbed her hand that was still resting. She took that as a signal; one I didn’t know of. She used that hand to grab mine to wrap my arm around her waist.

In that sudden shift, my heart rate increased dramatically. Causing my entire body to flutter with every second. We were so close that our breathing was synced. She then glided her right hand on my hip, pulling me closer and closer to her. I was getting almost anxious of what might happen so I quickly closed my eyes and waited for her.

She took the lead and gently placed her lips on mine. I felt so light. Nuzzled so closely as if we were melting. I felt as cute as her lips looked. They’re softer than I could ever imagine. We embraced each other for what it felt like hours. I don’t want this to end. Her breathing, her scent, the taste of her lips… But it did, slowly. Releasing each other: we opened our eyes to look in them for a moment.

“... Um, sorry if I did some...” I mumbled nonsense, slowly recoiled my body from hers, looking downward and red faced.

“It’s okay. It… It was really nice.” She twirled some of her hair around her lips, while using her other hand to cover her cheek.

Quen will often hide her dimples when she gets really happy when talking to one person. Except this time she was also trying to cover her very blushed face. I wanted to hear her voice.

“Hey, um, why do you cover your dimples… I think there, um… Interesting.” I mumbled the first thought that came to mind.

“Oh, uh, not sure really.” She smiled. “Just a quirky thing I do, I guess… Maybe because my hands are usually cold so I used them to cool off my warm cheeks?” She softly explained, only making small glances at me. “Interesting.” She whispered to herself with a smile.

I, of course, wasn’t sure what to do after stuff like this. I knew what I wanted to do, but I think that’s another thing for the future. So I just reached for the door.

“Well, um, goodnight, Quen.” I smiled as I opened the door.

“Good night, Ryo.” She said, trying not to smile too hard.

I hurried back to my room. I got into my nightgown and then into my bed.

“Wow, what a miscalculation that was.” I gasped, diving into my bed.

“Oh, goodness. My heart is still beating fast… I should do something to slow it.”

There is always something happening to me in this world. What a life.