0.7 [You're so supersonic]
He doesn't go to class today. He doesn't answer any texts or calls either, with the exception of those from Drake. The brunette tells him around half past noon that he and Brad are leaving a little earlier than they anticipated, and that he is sad he isn't able to say goodbye to Adam in person, first, before he goes. Adam texts him back saying that it's alright and that he isn't feeling well anyway and hasn't left his dorm to begin with, but that he hopes Drake and Brad have a safe trip.
Not a moment later does Drake text him back, asking if he's okay. Adam lets a small smile grace his lips as he tucks his arm under his head against his pillow, quickly tapping out a message back. Yes, he's fine. He's just tired and needed some extra rest. Though the lie makes his stomach turn, he finds it's easier this way through a text than if Drake were actually here. In reality, he's not going because he still can't wrap his head around the dream from two nights ago.
Setting his phone down on his chest, Adam turns his head and glances over at the jar of roses. Since that night, they haven't been glowing unless it's dark out. He's picked up on the pattern that they only light up at night, and he has to wonder if that's because the blond is only there at night. Biting his lip, Adam looks away from them again when a vibration causes him to stir, and he palms his phone again. It's another message from Drake. Get some rest, it says, with a big smiley face and Adam chuckles softly. But seriously, take care of yourself. You work too hard. Adam rolls his eyes, tapping out an I do not, with a winky face.
Sighing softly, Adam rubs at his eyes after he sets his phone down on his chest again. Memories and ghosts of touches from the dream are still clouding his thoughts and sending his nerves on a field trip. Every time he rubs against his own skin he's reminded of the way that blond made him feel and it makes him feverish with pleasure.
His phone buzzes again and Adam quickly checks the message. You do, too. But I have to go now. Brad needs me to focus on the GPS and my battery is running low. I'll text you when I can. Adam sighs softly, tapping out an Okay, baby. Take care. Talk to you soon. He contemplates adding a small less-than-three heart but decides against it and hits the send button, watching the message light up with a green background compared to Drake's grey— standard iPhone messaging— and he sighs again.
He glances over at the jar, seeing the roses still in their dull and normal crimson color. No glimmer of glitter, no glow of blue. Just normal. He bites his lip a little bit, sitting up slowly. In the few occurrences that he's gone out to the woods it's always been at night. Even in his dream, it was at night. Always at night.
'But that's when the roses light up. At night. Once the sun goes down, they glow.' Adam reaches over to the jar, his fingers brushing against the glass. Despite the previous times he's touched the jar, the roses don't shine in the slightest. There's a soft wave of disappointment that grips him but he pushes it aside as a thought comes to him. Maybe he doesn't have to wait for the roses.
He crosses to his dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans and a black vee-neck shirt, tugging the clothes on quickly. He doesn't do much in the way of his hair other than running his fingers through it quickly to push it out of his face. Shoving his feet into his boots, he pulls his jeans down over them before grabbing a light jacket and his keys, pulling the jacket on and shoving the small chain into his pocket. Snatching up his phone, he pushes out of his door, shutting it and locking it tight behind him.
The walk down to the end of the hall and down the stairs is a large blur as his thoughts race. Images of the blond and the touches are piling into his conscious and he has to force himself to breathe right and appear normal whenever he passes someone. Thought, it's strange, because at this time of day there's, normally, a large number of people walking around. And yet, today, there isn't. The front lobby of the dormitory is relatively vacant and he can't see many people outside.
Fighting a frown, Adam walks through the front doors and out into the open of the courtyard. There are scattered classmates here and there, but otherwise everything is empty and clear. Biting on his lip, Adam makes his way through the courtyard, feeling a wind kick up through his hair and rustle his jacket a little as he walks. His boots are quiet on the pavement of the path way.
Turning his head, Adam glances down the path for a moment before stopping. Just beneath a tree, standing in the shade is a lanky, pale man with golden blond hair and eyes that, from this distance he could easily mistake for a startling hazel. But he knows that's not true. He knows that blond all too well, and seeing him in a pair of what looks to be dark blue jeans and a grey and black striped sweater is a little strange at first. Much different from the silk blue robe from previous memories…
"Hey…" Adam says, watching a smirk pull at the blond's pale lips. "Hey..!" He repeats as the blond turns away, starting to walk towards the soccer field and in the direction of the woods. "Wait!" Adam takes a step forward, preparing himself to start running when the blond suddenly disappears. He stops, searching frantically around and around for a moment.
Adam has to wonder if he imagined the blond being there, that maybe it was just in his head from the dreams and the lack of sleep he's been getting lately. And he would've kept wondering if it isn't for the fact that the second he turns around, the blond is right there with those damned burnt orange and gold eyes with that hair and Adam forgets how to breathe for a moment. He just stares and stares into those eyes, unmoving as the blond creature reaches up, touching his face tenderly.
The warmth is back again and Adam gasps softly, his eyes feeling heavy. The blond tilts his head to the side just a little, a smile pulling at his lips. The tattoos are dark and heavy against his skin and Adam fights the urge to reach up and touch them, wanting to know if they are just as smooth as the rest of his skin or are they more like carvings? Like scars?
Adam watches the blond as the world melts away around them before reforming to the forest. The circle of looming trees and the bed of roses and petals, glowing in the afternoon light from where he and the blond are standing. Adam's breathless as the blond's eyes shift away from his own, taking in the details of his clothing. The sweater and the jeans shift and melt away back into the silk robe that he remembers so well.
The blond steps away and Adam glances around. Sure enough, they are in the forest. He gasps softly, looking back to the creature with large and wide eyes, "How did you do this? How..? I don't understand.." Adam says, staring down at the roses. Once again, his feet are bare, which he doesn't understand. But when he looks around further, he finds his boots are tucked safely beside the trunk of a tree, just outside of the pool of roses and thorns. He turns his attention back to the blond, staring into his eyes. "Who are you?"
He watches an amused smile cross the blond's lips as he raises a hand, pressing it to his silk-covered chest, murmuring gently something that sounds like "Toah-Mah-tss." It sounds foreign and strange to his ears and Adam frowns a little as the blond throws his head back and laughs such a rich laugh that Adam can feel his knees buckling just a little.
"In your language," the blond pieces together, slowly, as if he's trying to find the right words, with a smile, "I am what your kind.. would call.. Tommy."
Adam blinks, a breath caught in his throat. Tommy? Tommy… Somehow it seems fitting enough for this blond, but the only thing he can really comprehend is that he finally has something to call this creature. Not to mention he has one of the most beautiful and intricate voices Adam has ever heard come from a masculine-creature's lips, even more so than his own. Not that he's vain, or anything, but his voice both when he talks and when he sings has been labeled as beautiful.
"Tommy?" Adam clarifies, and Tommy nods once with a smile, his eyes shining brilliantly in the afternoon sun from the shadow of the trees. "I'm Adam…" He knows he's told Tommy his name before, but this is, technically, an introduction, and he doesn't want to be rude.
"A-Adam…" Tommy says slowly, as if either savoring the name or testing it with his own slow English. Adam smiles a little and nods once.
"Yes. Adam." Tommy's eyes shine and he makes a sound that sounds like chuckling.
"How..fitting…" Adam bites his lip, inhaling slowly.
"Have you always spoken English, Tommy? Or are you still learning?" Adam asks, a little too quickly, and he wonders if he might've done so too fast for Tommy. The blond looks away for a moment, obviously thinking before opening his full lips again, looking back to Adam.
"It's… A process. Though…the more I hear.. the better I understand." Adam nods once, taking a deep breath. Of all the things he never expected, being able to actually talk to.. to Tommy was, perhaps, at the very top of his list. He had begun to believe that their communication would only be through expression and touch, as well as through his dreams. Biting his lip, Adam glances up at Tommy again.
"You wish..to ask me something?" Tommy questions, raising an eyebrow and Adam lets out a breath, nodding once.
"Yes.. Well, actually, there are a lot of things I wish to ask you, I just don't know where to even start, really. I mean.. You're fascinating. Utterly fascinating and I don't even know what you are! You're not human, that's for sure, cause I can see your bones and you're wicked fast and.. And you can't be dead because you're warm whenever you touch me. And that's another thing! Why is it when you touch me all I feel is warm pleasure? Like the best kind of pleasure I've ever known? And why—" Tommy raises a hand and Adam finds himself unable to say another word. Physically, he can open his mouth and try, but nothing comes out. It's just silent.
"In due time..Adam.." Tommy says with a smile and the release on Adam's voice lifts and he sighs.
"I'm just… I'm so confused.. About everything. I don't know who or what you are but I'm constantly thinking about you. I'm dreaming about you and only now are you telling me your name and that you can talk to me… A-and here I thought I had to wait for those roses to shine at night before I could come out and see you and now I realize that's not the case and—"
"You still have..the roses?" Tommy asks and Adam blushes sheepishly, nodding once very lightly.
"Yes… Yes, I do." He admits and Tommy smirks just a little bit.
"How..delightfully intriguing you are.."
"Are you gonna start pulling Yoda-crap on me?" Tommy frowns.
"What is a Yoda?"
"N-never mind. It's… It's nothing. I'm just… God, I don't even know where to begin here. There are so many things I want to know about you," Adam lifts his head to look over at Tommy and finds that the blond isn't looking at him. His attention is lifted up a little towards the trees and the sky overhead and Adam frowns, looking up as well. "What is it?"
"As you say… Nothing." Tommy says, looking back to him, his eyes glowing a brighter gold than orange. "Nothing at all, Adam. I know.. you want answers. For now, though.. you must go." Adam frowns, fighting a whine.
"Why?" Tommy smirks a little.
"Because it's time for you to go, that's why." Tommy says, seeming much closer than before as he reaches out and touches Adam's arm. It's the last thing he feels before falling under into darkness.