Alex’ dance move
"I’ll figure my way out, Zane," Rosie threw him a nervous smile, shrugging as she kept her hands busy with the damp cloth. Zane was definitely not at his best- but her feelings towards him remain the same. It was odd how it worked for her. He was on the verge of changing into the creature that she was scared of, but she still stayed and she still cared enough to help him. It was her loyalty and faith in him that overpowered her fear. Rosie’s eyes widened when Zane got up and struggled towards his desk, and for the first time, she actually felt scared of what might happen. She was about to proceed towards him when he told her to stay put, and she halted in her tracks. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she bit the inside of her cheeks, probably too hard to feel the bitter, coppery taste of blood lingering in her mouth. Rosie was speechless as she watched him literally rip his shirt apart. She was speechless as she watched the veins in his arms popping out angrily. She was speechless that she actually saw rage in him- she never thought Zane was capable of rage to that extent. Rosie felt worried more than she was scared, hands clenched at the sound of his desk creaking in the verge of it snapping into two. Tears immediately fell from her eyes when she heard him crying in absolute pain, and her heart broke for him the moment he crouched down towards the floor, desperately clawing the wooden floor in hopes to relief the pain.
When it seemed like the pain has toned down, Rosie cautiously walked towards him and said nothing. She crouched down and pulled him into a hug, arms tight around his neck. “Don’t… don’t be sorry,” Her voice came out in a whisper as she proceeded to wipe her own tears. Pulling away, Rosie held his face in her hands and used both her thumbs to wipe the tears that fell to his cheeks. She looked at his hands, almost breaking into another set of tears at the sight of it bloody from the scratching and clawing he made earlier. “Let’s get you to bed, alright?” Slipping her arms underneath his, she got up, pulling him up gently before walking him to bed. Rosie was lucky that she was blessed with height and that Zane was just the perfect height for her, so walking him back wasn’t a challenge. Pulling his duvet away, she let him fall onto the mattress before placing it over the lower half of his body. “I’ll clean your hands in a while, alright? Just go to sleep, Zane,” Rosie sat on the floor instead, resting her head on the edge of his mattress. She waited for a while, hoping that Zane probably drifted to sleep, before breaking down in distressed tears. She was scared, worried and shocked all at the same time- it was overbearing for her, and breaking down seemed like the right thing to do. It felt like the right thing to do.
It was both shame and embarrassment that he was feeling in that moment. It was like a dark cloud that was hanging heavily above his head, adding such an unbearable weight to his shoulder. Going through this on his own, or with Keller and Nolan, that was something else. They had seen it several times before, but with Rosie, it was different. All along, he had known that he was the very picture of her worst fear, and having her right there with him, seeing him like this. This was as close as he got to actually turning, the closest he got to turning into a monster. But now, all he was feeling was exhaustion, and a dull aching in his entire body. Zane breathed deeply as she came over to him, pulling him to her, and wiped his tears away from his cheeks. “This- This is why I didn’t want you seeing this. I said it wasn’t pretty… But I-” His words were cut off completely as more tears made their way out of his eyes, but he was just too tired to wipe them away. “I- I should have said that it is like being tortured. I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see this.” His fingers were thudding painfully, but it was nothing to the pain that he was feeling in the rest of his body. But going back to bed felt like the right thing to do, most definitely. So he nodded weakly, and somehow, with her help, managed to get up to his feet, allowing for her to bring him over to the bed. He all but collapsed into the mattress, and looked at Rosie as he rested her head to the mattress. “I think I will… Sleep,” he whispered, and almost before the words had been said, darkness surrounded him as he fell asleep.
It wasn’t good sleep, but it was something. Zane didn’t know how long he passed out for, but after a while, he woke right up, his throat feeling tight from lack of fluids. He cleared his throat over and over again, and finally turned his head to look at Rosie. “Can- Could you get me some water?” he croaked, and managed to push himself up into a sitting position. His body was still aching, but it was better. A lot better, actually. “What- What time is it? I don’t know how long I slept.” It felt like hours, but it had probably only been a couple of minutes. Thirty minutes, tops. But he had needed the rest, especially after going through an imagined transformation. Every single time a full moon came around, he had already forgotten how that pain felt, only to be reminded of it once a month. It definitely wasn’t a good feeling. “I’m sorry, Rosie. I’m sorry you had to see that. I wish you had never had to see that,” Zane whispered, feeling his eyes warming up with fresh tears. He hated that she had seen it, he hated that she had to witness it. It was a step forward in their relationship, yes, but having seen her crying because of it, that was something he never wanted to happen again. He never wanted to be the reason that she was crying.
That’s… A question that is deserving of kind of a deep answer, I guess. Maybe it would have been more easy to not have been part of this world. Ignorance is bliss and all. But I wouldn’t want to have been without it. Without magic, without this school. This is the place where I’ve met everyone that matters to me. And despite having had… A lot of problems… I wouldn’t want to have lived another life.
Are you asking whether or not I’ve been a person 2 while in a relationship with a person 1? No. I have never cheated, nor will I ever cheat.
I umm… Wha- I… This is- You are… I- umm…
I’ve… I’ve always been a dominant person in bed? So I think… Being stripped of all my control and being forced into submission might be it… Yeah, detailed, but… You asked, so…
I… Is it fair to be asking me about Becca at all? Considering she’s gone?
Marry Rosie, Snog Keller.
Probably… Underneath the stars. Surrounded by candlelight and the fresh air. Probably.
There is nothing quite like having a girl on top. I mean… The view is great, my hands are free to touch her all over. It’s amazing.