~Nev POV~
Although I wanted to be inside pestering Darius to be friends with me, these weird looking things were way more fun!
Grinning, I sat down and rested my wings at my sides. These weirdly feathered small animals Charlie called "chickens" we're all surrounding me and pecking at me. It felt weird and sometimes hurt a bit, I couldn't help but smile though. Something about them were familiar, I just couldn't put my finger on it. Then it hits me like a truck. I used to see these things all the time except they were gold and white. They were also never held in captivity. In fact, all of the animals I've ever seen were never held in captivity.
"Odd." I mumbled to myself. Out of curiosity Charlie turned to me from her position with the cows. Arching a brow at me while holding a small smile on her face she asked, "What's odd dear?"
I shook my head and glanced around for a moment. "Why do you hold these animals in captivity? What's their use?"
"Oh, well, we use them and their eggs for food. We use the cows for milk mostly. The goats are to keep the grass maintained, and for fun." She chuckled to herself, petting the cows once more before walking over to me and offering a hand to help me stand. Gratefully I took her extended hand and stood slowly, cringing a bit at the pain in my back. I was about to comment on it before I felt her raise my hand up higher.
"What are these tattoos for, if I may ask?" Her eyes sparkled in curiosity as she studies my black markings along my forearm and hand.
"Tattoos..? Um, I'm actually not sure." I hesitated on telling her about my dream last night. 'It might scare her.. I don't want to risk getting kicked out.' She nodded her head and gently gave my hand a few pats.
"That's alright, let me know when you figure it out." She smiled at me with teeth before taking her milk and eggs inside.
I stood there for another moment and looked back up to the window Darius was previously sitting in. Even though he was no longer there I couldn't help but stare for a bit longer then look away sighing. I had caught him staring at me earlier, which means he doesn't fear me anymore or he likes me.. no way. How could I be that stupid to think that. I laughed quietly to myself and looked away. Reaching up to rub the back of my neck I walked into the house and curiously went upstairs to find him.
"Darius?" I turned and walked into his room. My eyes widened a bit at the sight before me.
~Third Person POV~
After the small encounter between Darius and Nev. The artistic side of Darius perked up and decided to create something that would most likely get him in trouble later. Now, unlike most people, Darius is a bit of a neat freak and tends to paint without a shirt to dirty up. So instead, he wears an apron and shorts.
Assuming that Nev wouldn't bother him, Darius changed into his painting outfit and grabbed a canvas setting up before gliding his brush smoothly against the rough white canvas in front of him. Letting his body have control, he creates the first thing that comes to mind. Unfortunately, that's where his mistake was.
Nev walked upstairs and casually stepped into Darius' room as if he owned it. As soon as he did he immediately regretted his decisions because he was met with the sight of a nearly naked Darius painting a picture of his wings. Don't get it wrong Darius did have on shorts, however, those shorts just so happened to be short and closely resembled underwear. They fit to almost every curve that was on his lower half and were a light baby blue that blended perfectly with his pasty white skin. Nev stayed silent to take his appearance in fully without disturbing him. Although Darius' hair was white, it wasn't natural. The black of his natural hair was growing in at the roots. His smooth white skin had almost no trace of hair except for the thin path from his belly button to the small patch that was just barely sticking out from his shorts. Trailing a bit further back, the cloth fabric decided to curve out the small bubble butt that Darius had. It was absolutely adorable and Nev was positive Darius was the most attractive person he had ever seen. Even if he couldn't remember anything.
Moving his gaze back up to Darius' face Nev cleared his throat and gave a small teasing grin. "Need a model? Or do you already have me memorized?"
Darius nearly jumped out of his skin. With wide eyes he instinctively turned to face Nev and doged his questions. "How long have you been there??"
"I just got here." Nev lied. Stepping further inside to study the painting more, admiring his work to keep his eyes off Darius' body. They were nearly inches apart and Darius felt as if he was going to have a heart attack. So, to create some space he stepped back and accidentally hit one of Nev's wings in the process. Although Nev looked at him, he didn't react otherwise.
However, when Darius widened his eyes in awe and reached over to gently pet Nev's wing, Nev almost had a heart attack himself and looked away blushing lightly.
~Darius POV~
As soon as my skin and his wing made contact I thought I was in heaven. His wings are so soft! I immediately reached over and gently stroked his wing, he didn't pull away so I assumed he was okay with it. Only taking a few moments longer, I slowly looked up to me his eyes.
His cheeks were lightly dusted in pink, and his neon lime green eyes were trained on me. Once again I was trapped in under his gaze, frozen and unable to move let alone pull my own eyes away. It was almost like staring at a spinning spiral wheel a hypnotist uses. I honestly felt like I was drowning. My heart rate spiked, my chest got tight, my stomach got all flustered and bubbly, and my hands got sweaty and uncomfortable. No matter how many times I repeated 'look away' in my head I just couldn't.
All of a sudden he slowly moves forward and closer to me. I was stuck in place and couldn't even run if I tried. Instinctively, I held my breath as soon as his face was inches from mine. I took the chance to take in his facial features. Scanning from his attractively messy ash black hair, down his slightly messy eyebrows, to his perfect cheekbones, and ending at his sharp jawline. Inhaling just a bit so I wouldn't suffocate, I realized that somehow he smelled like pine tree and smoke at the same time. In short, I was addicted to the smell just like that. Then he paused, and spoke. His voice sounded as smooth as honey, but as deep as the ocean at the same time, and it had a slight rasp that made my knees weak.
"The painting looks good.. let me know when you're finished or if you need anything.."
All I could do was nod as he stepped back and left the room. Letting out a huge breath, my legs shook slightly and I clutched my paintbrush for dear life.
"Holy shit." I muttered under my breath.
I couldn't explain what just happened if I tried.
It was only because I was scared. Right?