[FM] An old acquaintance

“She could tell from the first glance at him that he was no longer the boy who used to blush and freeze up in her presence. There was something strict and decisive about the way he ignored her as he briskly paced past her bus stop. For the slightest moment there seemed to be a hint of recognition from the corner of his eye, but just as soon he had already crossed the street and disappeared around a corner.

“He had always been tall and naturally wide-shouldered, but his body had fleshened out and now he loomed over innocent bypassers predatorily. It didn’t help the matter that he often chose to dress in black, and sometimes had the unfortunate habit of standing with his back perfectly straight and his head tilted back ridiculously far, which gave the impression that he was in the military, while staring with intense focus at some element in his environment. At such moments he liked to fold his hands in various ways in front of his belly and behind his back, perhaps imagining that he was Napoleon.

“To be honest, if this had been anyone else she would have avoided him with devotion, however, though he was not entirely handsome there was something quite sympathetic about his features. He was very pale, but his skin had a healthy shine to it, almost as if he was made of polished marble. He had youthful, almost boyish features, though some rougher outlines had appeared as he was right in the middle of his twenties.

“Yet the most important thing about him were his eyes. They combined with their surrounding structure to produce the most delicate display of sensitivity she had ever seen. When he smiled, their blue lit up with a mesmerizing kindness, radiating along the wrinkles in their corners. When he was cold and distant, she saw in them the unfathomable depth of ancient oceans.

“It was immediately obvious that this was a man with an intricate emotional life, who had known many subtle delights and terrors, after which the ordinary affectations seemed nothing but an empty circus. This was a man familiar with the thrill of taking into possession, of assuming command, of giving orders. His movements betrayed in the slightest of details the silent pride of someone who knew what he was doing and what had to be done. Her stomach churned at the thought that she would have to give herself to him.”

To be continued…?

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