forum Double Lives // Superhero/villain Romance [One-On-One // Closed]

Started August 04, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Okie!” Amai grabbed the jar and scooped a bit out. He started spreading it onto his bruise, wincing a bit. He finished after a little bit, “M’kay, now what?” Amai asked.

"You just wait," Blaine stated with a shrug. "It'll take about a half an hour to actually feel like it's working, but trust me, it starts immediately. It's not like it's a miracle cream, though it almost could be."

“Ok… what does it feel like when it starts working?” Amai asked, curious. He also wanted to know if he needed to prepare for pain or something.

"You'll know. You will definitely know," Blaine answered vaguely as she stood up from her seat. "Would you like a glass of water or anything while you're here?"

(The reaction depends on whether or not the person runs hot or cold. If hot, then it turns cool; if cold, then it turns warm. If the person doesn't run either hot or cold but is neutral, then it turns cool.)

(Wut? I didn’t understand any of that…. I’m also gonna go for a bit, sorry! :P)

“That’d be great! Do you have lemonade? I haven’t had that in a while,” Amai grinned. He started to think of the worst case scenario.

(Lol. I'll try to explain it better.
Okay, so if a person's body temperature runs hot – like, if they are usually warm – then the way they would know if the stuff was working would be that it turns the spot they had applied it cooler than normal; whereas if they run cold – they are usually cold – then the spot would turn warmer than normal. If they are usually a more neutral body temperature, then it would turn cool.
I hope that made more sense. I literally just made it up on the spot.)

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'll go get a couple of glasses of it," she said, heading to the kitchen.

(Ooh! Ok! That’s cool!)

“Thanks!” Amai called after Blaine. He started to fiddle with a pencil that was left on the table.

(Lol. Thanks.)

"Here ya go," Blaine said, handing Amai one of the glasses of lemonade that she held in her hands when she came back. "Don't spill on my floor or you'll be cleaning it yourself, 'kay?"

“And if I spill it on the table?” Amai joked. He took a sip from the glass.

"You'll be cleaning it up," Blaine replied from behind her glass with a small smirk.

“Dang it, there goes that idea!” Amai giggled. He took another sip, “I don’t know why I don’t have this more, it’s pretty good.”

"Mm-hm," Blaine hummed in agreement, still sipping on her lemonade. "I make it myself, too."

(No problem lol. I’ll be on and off for a while)

“Wow, really?! That’s cool!” Amai said in amazement. He took another sip and put down the cup. He picked up the pencil he had been fiddling with before and started to play with it.

(I'm actually back. Lol.)

Blaine shrugged. "It's not like it's really that hard, though. It's just lemon juice, water, and sugar," she explained, watching Amai play with the pencil. "You like the pencil or something?"

“Nah, I just like to play with things. I don’t know, I just like moving my hands.” Amai shrugged. He took a mental note to try making lemonade the next day.

"Hm. You ever heard of a fidget spinner?" Blaine asked, finishing her lemonade.

“Yeah, but those don’t help me.” Amai laughed. He started using only one of his hand, using the other to finish his lemonade, “How have you been lately?”

Blaine shrugged, looking at something out of a window. "Busy. Really busy. You?"

“Same here, life really doesn’t give you a break, does it?” Amai sighed. He rested his chin on a hand (idk how to explain it) and fiddles with the pencil with the other.

(Lol. I'm pretty sure I get it.)

"No, no it does not. Especially for a college student," Blaine agreed, bringing her attention back inside the room.

(M’kay.)

Amai nodded in agreement. He looked at Blaine’s shoulder, not sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him or if there really was a growing dark spot, “Hey, Blaine? What’s up with that shoulder?” Amai asked, pointing it out.

Blaine's gaze shot back to Amai, and her eyes widened ever-so-slightly. She glanced down at her shoulder and bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes.

"Nonononono! Not this sweatshirt, not now!" she exclaimed, quickly standing and rushing back to her bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, at the sight of the blood seeping through the bandage to her hoodie.

Zach's hoodie…