Firsties Ren X Thalia
Before heading out for the night, Renlin found himself sprawled on the floor. He realized he had dozed off while doodling, an invitation for a dream, or rather, a nightmare, to take the stage. Sensing the darkness, he jolted himself awake, thrashing around so much that his body toppled off the bed in a rather literal interpretation of the phrase “falling out of a dream.”
Renlin was not one to eagerly wait on the embrace of sleep. While many people looked forward to the end of the day, excited to crawl into bed for a peaceful night’s rest, he approached his bed with a different agenda. For him, the prospect of sleep didn’t promise tranquility, it carried dread. Instead of seeking comfort in dreams, he found himself nervous of the nightmares that often lurked in the corners of his slumber.
The most unsettling aspect for Renlin was the unpredictable nature of these nightmares. They didn’t strike consistently, adding an element of fear to the unknown. In attempts to find respite, his sister had offered remedies—teas, herbs—that could coax him into a more restful slumber. While effective in letting him sleep through the night, the aftermath left him groggy and somewhat detached the next day, a trade-off he grappled with in his pursuit of a peaceful night’s rest.
Now, however, he discovered a nighttime companion—a rather attractive one, at that. Not just any buddy, like his guy friends, but one he found pleasure in looking at. This particular companion, he found himself not just liking to look at, but also enjoying the simple pleasure of touching. And as for the details of those ventures, well, that’s a tale for another time.
“So isn’t it you, who can’t stay away from me?” she teased, closing the distance between them. Renlin, with a playful glint in his eyes, responded, “You’re right, I can’t.” The authenticity of his words carried with a hint of playfulness. Their exchange wasn’t just banter; it provided a glimpse into the emotions that shaded the night.
Renlin wasn’t one to deny or play hard to get when it came to feelings. While he might intentionally put on a somewhat cheeky personality, he was unafraid to confront and embrace a wide range of emotions no matter if it is love, hatred, lust, or anything in between. In the world of emotions, Renlin reveled rather than retreated.
Renlin, being the instagator he is, responded with a raised brow of his very own. “Is there something else you’d rather ride?” he asked, his gaze sweeping the surroundings as if in search of a differennt mode of transportation before returning to her. With a playful smirk, he extended the helmet once again.
With a smirk that hinted at a flair for the unpredictable, “Wherever the night takes us, Thalia. Sometimes, the best journeys are the ones with no set destination.” he added, shaking the helmet for her to grab out of his hands. Like taunting a dog with a treat. Little did Thalia know, Renlin had mapped out the night with a thrilling sense of planned recklessness. Behind the casual demeanor was a planned adventure waiting to unfold.