Sweets And Sugar Help Heal A Broken Encounter

"Mine, too," Shay tittered. Her hand was being held, and she imagined how easy it would be to lean forward and kiss the cute boy beside her. The formalities were out the way, and Shay was feeling much more relaxed than before. Ice cream, though, was the last thing on her mind.

Shay entwined their hands, looking down Her heart quickened. "Have," she gulped, "have you ever kissed someone?" She watched his face for some hint of emotion as a tell to what he may have been thinking right then and there. She sat a little closer to him, feeling the heat of his body so close to hers.

Eroshay's face grew redder the longer they sat close together. She wanted to say screw the ice cream and go somewhere else. Somewhere active, to keep her mind off other things.

"No." Shay shook her head. When Auden said her name, her eyes met his and there was a flash of worry she quickly hid away. Eroshay had always hated it when someone said her name and nothing more. From her experience, that always meant bad news. He was going to reject her. Tell her he didn't feel that way. That this had been a beneficially mutual outing and nothing personal.

"Y-Yes," she responded, surprised. Shay felt the pull of magic, both to stare into his eyes and something else she couldn't point out. Her heart fluttered, and if it had bene possible, Shay's cheeks would have reddened further.

She was glad he moved slow and stopped before their lips met, it gave her much needed time to process everything. He was so close; Shay could feel the heat of his breath on her face, smell the sweet scent of his recently eaten snack. She didn't close her eyes; she couldn't imagine looking away from his.

Shay didn't feel she had a whole lot of power in her life. Most of it came from family ties, from Klaus and Vito. Beyond that, she was some small used-to-be orphan, with not enough physical strength or intelligence to beat out her competition. She had power over this, though. The power to pull away or push forward.

Shay prepared herself for the visions she'd inevitably see and leaned forward to meet his lips. The kiss was soft and chaste, tentative. Shay wasn't sure where she was supposed to put her hands, or how much she was meant to tilt her head one way or the other.

Shay was dizzy by the time their kiss had ended. It couldn't have been longer than a few seconds. In that time, Shay was hit with a barrage of death. Blood. Feathers. Guns. Needles? She wanted it to end, and when it did, she was somewhat disappointed. Shay had barely gotten to feel the kiss.

"N-No. You were very..." Shay breathed out, and reached up to hold her head. Go away, go away and come again no other day, powers. "You were very sweet."

Shay shifted, so she was somewhat turned away from him, trying to hide her face with her hair. What did they do now? Talk? Kiss more? Shay wanted something more heated than that, but she also knew her body couldn't handle the trauma of all that contact. Fuck. She sighed.

"No. I don't want to pretend it didn't happen. Actually, I -- I'd like to try it again. Maybe I can... suppress my powers and actually feel it this time." She paused, realizing he didn't know what she could do. Shay pulled her hand from his and wiggled her fingers at him once he'd looked over. "Skin-based death abilities. I see lots of death, basically."

"Maybe we could get out of here, walk and talk a little? I can't imagine it'll take me too long to work up the concentration to.. stuff down the visions." Shay was having the sudden urge to tell him everything about herself, to build a connection. Laugh. Although Shay wanted all those things so much it hurt, she swallowed the urge. She couldn't let her defenses down like that. Not to Auden, who had done enough thus far that Shay didn't trust his intentions.