The Orphanage Chapter 11- a story told in drabbles

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She handed the book back, spinning around and disappearing past the bookcases. “ See you,” she giggled happily to him.

“Da.” He called after her, carefully returning the tome to its place on the bookshelf.

Illya flushed, knowing an older girl was watching him. He felt flattered as Natasha Asimov was sixteen and one of the nice girls. Not like the slutty disease-ridden creatures sleeping with most of the older boys and teachers for favors and food.

He was lucky in that he was small with none of those sorts of girls giving him a second look, that kept him healthy.


                                            

Comments

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

"Illya flushed, knowing an older girl was watching him."
love this line..; Natasha's gone and he flushes...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

yes, and him being so pale that's a might pink tone to his skin....ah the innocence of youth!

[kanders07.livejournal.com]

This is just too sweet. Loving this.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you, glad you like it. I've painted Illya's life so dark in my stories, but had to give him a little bit of joy as well. Can't you just picture him going pink as it really dawns on him that she likes him.:D