Artashir's Story

The stars shinned, slipped past the heavy clouds, also seek into his bedroom. As he twisted in the sheets, his bare skin showed with a shiver, from the cool air that leaked through the open, wide, double, arched doors leading out toward the balcony. Red silks rubbed on the exposed flesh leaving a smooth comfort.
Artashir stretched awake slightly by the fingers tracing over his bare chest.
The room was filled with deep royal gold drapes, lion portraits, his collection of bows, books filled with stories of pirates and how to tips, with a fragrance of expensive taste.
"Enough." His voice was deep, thick and filled the whole room, the fingers dropped down palming.
"Were you asleep?" Her voice was an annoyance and regrets of her staying over dwelled inside of his mind.
Had he remembered her name he would of asked her to leave at that moment. In the come stained sheets she had become less attractive, and everything about her become more apparent that he had made a horrible choice at the club choosing her over the others. Her hair was dyed and damaged with a smell of chemicals, each freckle boomed in complete average. And that is when he realized she was as boring as any other girl he had been with.
Art wanted more, he thought that a long boat ride around the ocean would calm his desires and made a note to go as soon as possible, but first he would want to sleep in his warm, soft bed.
"Mhmm." He finally answered, this was not what he wanted to hear though.
"Let's get away together Art. Just you and me. Like we talked about before I came." Artashir wasn't sure which came she was talking about, nor did he know what he had promised her to get her undress.
"We will talk more about that later." His fingers were then trapped inside her damaged hair, 'causing him to stay close to her, while he tried to remove them as gracefully and softly as possible.
"You do this a lot, yet I told myself I was going to change you!" Her tone turned vicious.
"Can we not do this?" His tone was soft but his eyes rolled.
"Damnit Art." She jumped up, but his fingers were still locked away, tugging at her hair, causing a sharp pain, making her to over react and scream.
Artashir couldn't help but grin, it wasn't supposed to be funny, but he couldn't help to let out a thick laugh.

It only took twenty minutes for the girl to get dress, yell, and leave. And then Art just sat outside on the balance and breathed in the city air. "What a fun night." He grinned as he turned back inside and laid in bed.