Actually, when I read it, "unleashing dark, mysterious tendrils of yearning" just made me think of tentacles :/
Evelyn Meyers
Nickname: Evy
Age: 17
Physical Discription: Short Wavy Auburn hair, Green eyes, Glasses, Slight freckles, thin, average height.
Personality in Real World: Very Geeky, due to very high IQ. Big overachiever with dreams of becoming a doctor. Quit and stays to herself because she has been teased most of her life and has no friends for that fact.
Personality in Nesia: Very smart. Takes chances to get what she needs. Extremely sarcastic but knows when to be serious. Keeps her shields up when talking to others. Will do whatever she needs to, to stay alive. Thinks on her feet quickly and keeps a straight level head at all times.
Matthew (Connor) Tate
Nickname: Matty
Age: 17
Physical Discription: Tall, Thin, short cut Light sandy brown hair, blue eyes
Personality in Real World: Star baseball playing jock. A class clown who thinks that his baseball talent can carry him though life so he shouldn’t have to work hard at school. Treats others as disposable. Loves to pick on the weak.
Personality in Nesia: Thinks before he acts. Courageous in the face of danger, but often hesitant. Has a temper that can get out of hand quickly. Will do anything to protect others around him. Loves to talk and joke around. Will often become bored.
Eventually we stopped and collapsed on the sofa. He was on top of me, but it didn’t frighten me, not like when Cassius was on top of me. But Tristan was heavy on my chest, so I tried to push him off of me. There was a love song playing. He looked at me. There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t figure out. He leant down – and kissed me. I pushed him off of me, shivered and ran.
“I… I don’t know.” I suddenly felt breathless. He stepped closer. I looked up into his sea-coloured eyes. My heart started thumping erratically. I started to get lost in his eyes – the world around us seemed to dissolve into nothingness. He leant down… and kissed me.
Fireworks seemed to suddenly dance before my eyes. His lips were soft and sticky, and tasted of the sweet fruit punch he had had; strawberries and oranges and grapefruit. Our heads twisted and turned as we kissed. It was slow and gooey and my heart was thumping the whole time.
Well, here's my kiss scene:
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(Sorry for the crappiness...) I get away without having to describe the kiss at all - after all, you see everything yourself!(sunsets and stuff help set the mood though...)
And I am in his arms before I have fully grasped that he is there. I slip across the sidewalk, my slim body covering the distance between us in the space of seconds, and cup his face, planting a light kiss on his lips. Without a moment of hesitation, his arms wrap themselves around my waist, drawing my in closer, as though to get rid of any air coming between us. I snake my arms around his neck, and he lets me dip his head to make kissing him easier. I brush my fingers through his now raven black hair, pulling myself toward his warmth.
Our lips met and… and.. it was amazing. All the feeling, I sheepishly kept hidden away, even from myself came flooding back like a tidal wave. The silly girlhood crush I had on him for years, the memory of me writing about him in my diary under a code name, but my feelings for him were like a crush on a movie star that you knew, you would never be able to be with, in a million years. He was Laura’s brother. Holy shit! Rob was Laura’s brother!
I suddenly broke away, and stood there staring at him in panic. The kiss only lasted for a slit second in reality, maybe I could play it off like it never happened! I walked over to the recycling bin, and tossed in my can, when he grabbed my hand. I turned around, and there was a second where we just stood there, staring at each other, then our lips met again.
My legs went weak with this kiss. It was a real kiss, not just a little peck on the lips like the last one. Rob pulled me closer to him, his hands tight around my waist, as my arms found there way around his neck. This was the moment I dreamed about for 6 years. The dream I kept hidden from everyone, the dream I never ever imagined could come true. Robs words about his crush, seemed to play on repeat in my head. How did I not realized he felt that way about me? I never wanted this moment to end. Never! Rob pushed me up against the kitchen counter and I jumped at the noise. Oh God what if Laura heard us! Shit Laura! She would kill me, she would kill him!