Eulàlia meets Dacian - aburrne (2024)

“Yes, sir!” All the candidates say in unison. They all eyed the Captain, who’s in control of telling their today’s duty since it’s their first day in the military.

The sun’s hot ray beating down their necks seems not going to end, on the open yard of their base, their uniforms were already drenched in their own sweat -- this was only their first day, how about their training, etc? But they had an amazing motivation and started for the day. Totally not disappointing for sure, but they are going ahead for selection, first training and test for each candidate. Which was very challenging and many tensions were had, yet, these mens were not going to fail themself.

Evaliyn, one of the young candidates, was nominated for the election. Everyone has a head and listens to every word that the Captain says. Except that her sight has been focusing on the 1st Lieutenant that stands beside the Captain. His job was conducting training events and coordinating logistics for combat operations, which was normal for him to accompany activities like this. But Evaliyn can’t help but admire him from afar -- his pretty face and his build was natural. He was too cute to even ignore. She was pretty bit afar in the back, but she stays focusing on the Captain and focuses on being selected entirely for the army.

She was trying so hard to not look at his pretty black hair and clean face! Her heart raced faster everytime she stared at him. Which she eventually loses focus…

“Number 2517!” The captain shouted at her throughout the rows of candidates, everyone threw their heads to glance at her. “Are you paying attention?”

“Sorry, sir. Yes, I will sir!” She immediately plays it cool, simply trying to not make a scene.

In fact, she was totally sunk in embarrassment, how she loses focus easily, to some man, she’s a bit angry now. Anyways it’s not really *that* important and how stupid and ignorant she could be sometimes. It irritates her sometimes, for just a *job*, she was a bit temperamental.

Her eyes saw the 1st Lieutenant trying to hold his laugh, the both caught stealing a glimpse at each other.

Out of their professional *agent* job, a love sparked when they did a mission. Travis AKA Beast is on his business trip and knows that Evaliyn AKA Cute is on her bad *bipolar acute stage*, she has been staying at their rented mansion in Naples, Italy -- waking up to blocking his number again and again. Until she performs something to him as an apology, something that attracts his preference.

Knowing it’s been a while since her maniac episode, Evaliyn couldn’t set things right with her partner -- especially when he’s on his business trip. Or at least communicate at it, begging to stay at home and forgets about her lifelong job. Not a while when she was aware, and later when she was diagnosed with *BIPOLAR* but it seems like it has been going on for forever. Medication, remedy, pills and drugs she tried but nothing seems like curing or the world has been moving on without her? She hasn't told Travis yet about this.

When Evaliyn woke, she found herself laying down and the space beside her was empty. In the bed where the mattress shifted her weight down, wrinkled sheets and a fluffy thick blanket was provided. Her eyes carried the heavy lid of her eye, meeting the huge cute modern-coquette room; the windows’ curtain closed and nothing was interesting. Noticing that she was completely naked, and since the blanket was pulled down when she stretched her body -- her huge boobs spread into her sight, her lean muscled body. But now since she’s alone in this huge room, it felt weird without Travis, who has been on his business trip for 2 weeks, he said it’s important.

A glass of water had bestowed itself on the bedside table alongside a long note handwritten in an elegant script. *It was Traviv’s note weeks ago*. She never knew why she kept it, but if only to read it all over again. She remembered that he had just gone that night and Evaliyn woke up alone, now it kept happening for 2 weeks.

She didn’t care of course, their love was cheesy and sudden in the middle of their mission. But they agreed to stay with each other for *benefits*, but acting like an engaged couple. They weren't official -- yet.

Visions of their moments flitted through her consciousness. The two run from an explosion; Travis hugging Evaliyn after her return from her dangerous missions; Each other would be teasing her and mocking her skills at shooting until Evaliyn had sputtered. Something evocative emerged in those each night they tried to spend after their jobs, prophetic like a solar eclipse. They both had no other choice than being an agent to protect their country -- when they first met, Travis was a 1st Lieutenant and Evaliyn was a Sergeant–Major. Once their relationship started, they both discovered that they both lived in the opposing country -- East (Travis) and West (Evaliyn) -- both sides were always at war, hate, and battle. Evaliyn was actually a spy from the West, with the help of her mother intelligence agency, she was sent to the East's military. Travis, who has an absolute loyalty to his own country, he will never tell anyone that Evaliyn was a spy of their enemy. They couldn't help it, their love was unruly, beautiful and chaotic. Perhaps there was an appointed time for every affair under the heavens, as justice was as fleeting as the wind.

But now… Evaliyn was supposed to just wait around like a wet puppy hoping its master would return soon. She disliked the idea immediately, rolling back into bed and closed her eyes before sighing and sitting up again. Throwing the blanket aside, she snatched the glass of water and drank it. It was icy and flavorful in her tongue, she didn’t like it. Nonetheless her phone was still in the place where she left it the last time. She checked her notifications and resisted the urge to throw the phone across the room.

And once again you have blocked my number. Great, we're *starting* with this again… Know that you might need me again. I’m coming home tomorrow. As always, message me on this one if you need anything.

Evaliyn hesitated at first but then without any third thoughts, blocked Travis’ new number on sight and tossed the phone onto the bed beside her. She didn’t care if she tossed it too hard, she just doesn’t want to see any of his messages again. And again, she didn’t care if he was genuinely worried this time. He’s going to come here tomorrow, which somewhat made her feel arrogant lately.

Her eyes moved to the windows, where it was slightly open and the wind gusted the curtains. Setting her gaze to the bit of the sun’s light and she immediately covered her eyes with her arms. Ever since her maniac episode, she disliked sunlights, *little* of them. Just like bats in the day, staying at home feels much better. Feeling lazy of course. It was a cold day so she didn’t care about dipping herself in water, afterall, she has been walking around the mansion *naked*. Bearing all her strength, she finally gets up from the bed’s platform.

As usual, she didn’t feel like putting on her clothes. To be honest: she never felt comfortable in a suit, and some missions where she had to practice ruined her mood personally, but it’s for the job. Generally, she just wasn’t a formal person for the occasional, also she didn’t knew what Travis mean by his *spontaneous trip* that he just left so suddenly. Nothing in the wardrobe fits her right now, she just accepted it and decided to just stay naked. Evaliyn certainly wasn’t modest in that way and she was pretty sure no one was spying on her. Even if they were, Evaliyn wasn’t sure he cared that much. Maybe Travis was monitoring her on a camera, knowing that she had left a pile of dirty clothes without taking it into the washing machine and rather than rest in the bed, she was just lazily hanging around the mansion -- enjoying the service and facilities that was provided, pools, arcade, and this huge kitchen when she was sluggish to cook herself a meal. And if so, staring at her naked body on the screens… So what? let him look.

Feeling like a princess in her kingdom tale, she let herself bare walking to the kitchen downstairs. Looking at the window where it leads to the view of the city in the background, she took in the big yard and huge circling pool in the middle. The whole design was boring but she's been living luxury her whole life -- like some magical forest creature, she had everything she wanted, as if it was all written in the books already.

The counter of the kitchen was empty, usually there’s a prepared tray of fruits and she snacked on. Evaliyn wanted something fancy for herself, other than eggs and bacon. A pancake with the sweet toppings she likes? That would be great.

She cooked some pancakes, on top it was melted butter, syrup and red or blue berries. Eating quietly and leaving the dishes on the sink before she took herself on a tour of the mansion. The design was boring but she liked it minimalistic, the colors were few; usually around white, cream and black. She liked the amount of space that was given, enough for her to spin or skipping around. The living room or the main lounge, was even bigger. There were two extra bedrooms on each floor and the same quantity of bathrooms which wasn’t even used. One of her favorite rooms was a deep soaking bathtub surrounded by an unusual amount of skin and hair care products. She liked to stay around there for a little while which is good for her soft skin.

Evaliyn took a towel in one of the bathrooms. Walking outside bare where she found herself into the deep end of the pool, she figured out just to dip herself to the more shorter section of the pool. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the water around her and outlining her sexy body. As it turned in the afternoon, the warm sun warmed her eyelids as she sat her butt to the floor. Her blonde hair floats into a circle around her, she surprisingly has the lungs of a horse. She shouldn't’ stay here any longer,

After a few minutes she finally weights the wetness of her hair and her limp body after dipping herself quite a while. Her body was damp, she could feel it refreshing herself without a proper shower already. Clinging to the edge of the pool, she hoisted herself out and landed on a nearby sun bed. Her head was rolled back, her eyes closed as she felt the sun quickly dried her from the wetness when she questioned if she needed the towel. She was unsure how much time had passed, she had probab;y stay here for 20 minutes, then she continued for another 5 minutes again. However, the sun had burned her eyelids and she was too scared to open her eyes.

Even trying to not think about anything else, she thought about Travis a few times today. Sometimes being alone is difficult, but she has isolated herself from everyone lately. And after Travis just left that night, she was filled with a cup of guilt. Doing anything to change, she called for immediate medical care when her manic episode turned worse, and without Travis by her side it’s all so crucial to do it all alone. Her thoughts were full of his last message, “I’m coming home tomorrow.” and she couldn’t explain what *everything* just happened. Just to know that she will be scolded like a kid -- no, Travis isn’t that kind of person. But his messages always seem intimidating. Aside from everything, she doesn’t know how to welcome him back to home, he’ll know that she will just gonna ignore him all over again.

Whatever. She just gets up and sees that she has been dried by the sun. Going back to her room to get some clothes.

The sky turns into a solid color of crimson, it has turned evening. Evaliyn was sitting on the couch, in this new fit -- she truly has just realized something how powerful it can be.

It was a cute pinky maid-magical dress, she loved how it turned out on her. The cute ruffle pink skirt made her feel shy about how it was easily lifted and flowed down to her thighs, she was wearing white gloves too. An addition where she wears high-thigh socks with a cute kitty pattern on the top. It was all enchanted by how it’s forming cutely on her, her huge thighs and her breast shaped evenly by the top of the dress. She wasn’t wearing any underwear as well, but then she didn’t wear anything. She looks acceptably coy.

She was just enjoying the quality of the dress, how it was so comfortable on her. Not only that, it was cute on her as well.

The dress was outside her vibe and aesthetic, mostly swathed around in black clothes that matched her cold and ignorant personality. Yet this cute dress… Has… Awaken something in her that she never discovered before. Her role was generally vers, so she thought to give it a try.

As she plays on her phone, rather than just scrolling through social media, she keeps her identity private on the internet. Of course, she was limited but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy things. Evaliyn keeps a mindless mind, her thumb swiping across the screen of a dating app. Of countless profiles displaying their name and age, which she only liked each profile and continued to swipe anyway. No, she hasn't found someone -- how about Travis? Well she thought she didn’t mind, she’s a spy anyway. When the mission’s done, the relationship is done. Although it was long-term, it was getting too boring, especially when she’s feeling benighted. Their relationship didn’t last long romantically, now turning into a kind of a hookup after the missions, and then they’ll return professional.

Or maybe if Travis exposed her true identity… Aveliyn just has to kill him, that easy.

She has the thought, and it was lingering through when she was swiping dozens of profiles. Her thumb stopped for a moment to contemplate. Twirling her hair, biting her bottom lip, everything that makes her nervous. Long enough until a rustle of objects and an harboring sound of footsteps.

Before a tall figure presented itself in front of her before her sight.

Travis shielded his eyes as he looked down at her sitting. He wasn’t wearing his post-modern demonic helmet which meant his eyes were bare. His button-up shirt was loosen on the top; showing his muscular pecs, his raised white sunglasses on top of his head and his helmet was on his other tattooed arm, also wearing gloves in both hands. A smirk twitched in the corner of his mouth when he saw this sight of Evaliyn being all dressed up for him.

Evaliyn was left speechless when he knew that Travis *was* supposed to be here tomorrow, but suddenly he’s just sneaking up on her like that. She doesn’t let him speak; she’s still mad with him. “It’s rude to sneak up on people like that.”

He didn’t care about the comment, instead he’s just gonna stare at her longer. “Yeah, thought I’d surprise you.” Travis couldn’t say anything but enjoyed the sight, his pupil passed up and down. “Today’s special?”

“Idiot, I was just trying this...” She pointed to the dress, her huge thighs sticking out

“Yeah, where’d you get that dress from?”

“Online. I bought it online.”

There’s a pause, he just nodded. “Alright.” He’s making that smug again. “Don’t you wanna welcome me? Blocking my number… How’d you even start to act like that?” He murmured, almost audibly she heard.

She hissed angrily. “f*ck?! What makes you say that?”

“Because you’re an asshole.” After saying those words without regret, he only shrugged his shoulders and snickered a laugh. “It wasn’t even a *business trip*.”

Hearing those words, her heart kind of shatters, like strings that have been cut by scissors. “f*ck! So you have fun? Leaving me here?! What do you even do all this time!” She screamed with the top of her lungs, her voice shrinking and cracking.

“You didn’t want to. So? Why do I have to bring you?”

“sh*t– you know how much I’ve been going through.” She threw her head to the side, her legs curling. Feeling vulnerable, instead of telling him, she was just silent this whole time.

His expression reflected a perplexed. “What do you mean?”

“When– Everything started…!”

As if those words kept spinning and repeating in his mind, experienced a pang of guilt. He doesn't know how to react when he thinks about it in a serious way. Knowing she’s has been ignorant her whole life, but not *this* ignorant. It all started when she drank too much, begging to stay at home and absent at work -- like this for a half month now. He didn’t know how to act of course, their relationship simply just drifted apart like that, after he discovered her in the body of his enemy. It was truly unsure if their feelings were gone; only loving the memories or he just had to love her for the second time? If not, was there something worse happening right now?

Travis realized that he had crossed a line. He couldn't do anything to fix it all up from the start, but he had prepared a few words. “I’m sorry.” Uncomfortable standing. “I should not have said those things.”

“I’m sorry too,” she reiterated. “I fear to lose you. You thought I-” Evaliyn stared at him in disbelief. After everything he just said, she felt afraid to trust him again. “After all that I thought you wouldn’t…” She shook her, inhaled sharply to regain composure. “You’re such a piece of sh*t.”

“I… recall you mentioning that before.”

“You think what you did was ok?”

He thought for a while, “No–”

“Then, know your place.” Evaliyn was still avoiding to face him, it’s all too hard now, to even breathe the same air as him.

Travis sat beside her and applied a distance. He tried to look out for her, but as soon he leaned to her, she just kept avoiding no matter what. His eyes remained on her dress, even though he realized that he has done worse; for leaving her alone like this when in the middle of their conflict, he still sees hope for them. For her, always not trying to communicate -- both are their fault. She looked cute, even though he knew that it was out of her aesthetic but still cute. Like her given codename.

He admired each piece of the dress that fitted too well on her. Her petite and fragile frame, made him aroused but her face mundane. “When did you dress well the last time?” He assures with sweet words, hoping to not make her mad.

She was silent for a moment, and it was a long awkward time.

Evaliyn was encouraged to steal a sight of him. “I don’t even know you liked this.”

“Well, bullsh*t, I like everything you wear.”

She wanted to laugh. “Yeah?” Thinking about it again, she remembered many of the clothes he used to buy for her -- of all times, dresses, casual shirts, and lingeries. Now it’s all just thrown to the cabinet wondering if she will use it again.

Her expression was soft and tender, still vulnerable. Travis didn't want to ask about it now, just waiting for the right momentum. But as he leaned closer, “I’m not lying now, after that, you deserved better.” He refers to his *business trip* when he actually went on vacation alone, he didn’t regret hanging around a huge luxury island for a solid 2 weeks, but now he feels the heavy guilt the moment he sees it.

“That doesn’t make anything better.” She paused, preparing another word. “To go to the cinema, or take me to another city for a holiday. It doesn’t *fix* anything.”

“Here, I don’t dwell on the past right now. I’m sorry, and you said sorry too.”

“No– It’s just,” she bit her own lip. “You’re just gone, to leave me in that position?”

Travis pondered. “Yeah, I didn’t want to deal with you, I just thought you needed some time alone since you didn’t ask. But, I should’ve too.”

“Yeah, maybe I should’ve talked to you sooner.” Her eyes are shy. “So you regret it?”

“f*cking-of-course.”

Evaliyn nods, she didn’t speak or anything. Her eyes just lingering around the floor, her arm wrapped around her legs, it was all just silence and their thoughts tangled of what just had unfolded.

The sound of pigeon’s wings sputtering and flocks in the air, the sky turned dark and purple, and the sound of the busy city in the distance. They both have lived their own lifes for a minute, but together for a day -- there’s room, but not enough hope. No matter how it is, bad things happen, even if it's too bad. But if there’s enough space for healing, then it is. And now, it’s just silence, asking if the foundation of themself together was still there.

“I’m really sorry.” Travis held a heavy sigh stuck on his throat, nothing could beat it when he started to recall those moments when he had fun while he left Evaliyn suffers here. “Thought you were… Joking around, I didn't know it was that serious.”

Evaliyn feels it now, it was so hard to accept and forgive that. But if this is for their future relationship -- then let this be a lesson for them.

She straddled into his lap, he assuredly staring at her two full breasts right in front of his face. He couldn’t ask for a better view, only her that was in his arms right now. “I picked these clothes, only for you~ Well, say it’s my forgiveness for you. D-don’t do that again!” Her hands resting on his squared shoulder, her eyes are still shy. Her eyes are like illuminating clouds that flew above a city, she looks perfect and adorable.

Travis didn’t want to lose his chance as he took her closer. It was true, he didn't think of her wearing something like this, something that would likely catch up with his fantasies. The pink skirt ruffles up to his lap and his hands grab to her hips, locking his eyes into hers’. He was feeling so guilty, but as if this moment were not to be skipped, he wanted to believe.

It was 7PM, in their huge bedroom where they rarely even spend time in it. The evening sky turns darker every time they check through the window. The atmosphere was silent, a bit windy without the Air Conditioner being turned on.

Evaliyn just fixed her robe, feeling tired. “C’mon, sex doesn’t *fix* everything.” Evaliyn looked at him. Exactly when Travis just pulled a cigar out from his pocket, blowing the smoke from his mouth as he looked at her.

“But it fuels love, that’s what I want to start with you today.” He said proudly, he’s still contemplating the decisions he just made.

“So you just changed. I’m not convinced enough -- yet.”

“We’re not each others, but what if we made for–”

“Shut up! That’s crazy.” She crawled to her, instinctively trying to cover his mouth to prevent him saying those stuffs.

“Not if you wanted it, babe.”

“Just don’t be a freak when you touch me there.”

“Ouch.” He laughed. “I don’t mind it really. Let’s have a date after this.”

“After what you did?”

“After what I did.”

“Wow-uh, I guess I really have to forgive you.” She didn’t want to be mad anymore. Evaliyn lay down on his chest, the way he was smoking and she just wanted to be close to him. Travis took her closer to him, he thought the cigar would ease his mind a little but turns out she’s already here to do that.

By the way he laughs, it's easy to say he's wearing a smile too.