Fingers Crossed Behind Back Meaning の小説・ストーリー

The attack wasn’t a small one… but was deflected by Chris’s protective shield… not without consequence. Chris knelt down, his right hand pressed against his chest as he spat a mouthful of blood. He slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his lips curling sinisterly, “My turn…” He raised his hand to the sky, his index finger and ring finger pointing to the sky while the others were curled into a fist. He chanted in an ancient tongue as he swirled his fingers in a circular motion, the clouds in the sky above darkened as they danced to his rhythm. Finally, Chris pointed his finger towards the man standing opposite him.

The situation, the risk, the complete chaos of it — all of it was something he was drawing genuine amusement from even while hiding behind a curtain in a school restroom. I sent the clearest signal I could produce with my left hand moving quietly behind my back as my fingers curled into a slow, deliberate fist, holding it tight. A coded message in the only language available right now that said: I am not finding any of this funny. Not even slightly. 'So, stop.’ The sound behind the barely curtain settled, but enough to work with.

He also put his hands on his back. “Accident or not, it’s a product of stupidity.” Taddeio said, and he put his hand on my wrist and pulled me to him. He started walking, which made me take a step too. I heard a chuckle from behind, and I was scared as Taddeio halted. He turned his back to me and showed a grin to the guy.

he asked his fellow guard. The back? Not the back door. She winced immediately, that was the route she was to follow. "Uh, not really. But I think it's clear" the other guards responded in reassurance. "What the... you're not even sure, who's on patrol at the back?" The first guard asked. The other guard raised his shoulders and parted his hands a simple gesture which meant 'he had no idea' "What! Dude go check it out" Second guard sighs "Really? Fine! Hey hold my phone, would you?" He gave his phone which was in his hand to the other but the guard didn't take it from him. He folded his arms instead and arched a brow at him.

My back pressed against a door, and his hand slipped from my waist to lock the door behind us, returning to my waist, his hand slips underneath the short skirt, I shiver against him as his familiar hands squeezed and molded my ass. “Ohhh...” I murmur into his mouth, he groaned slightly in response, his hand tugging my hair backward, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, even with my eyes closed I felt it roll backwards. My hands roam the expanse of his hard back, the familiar ridges under my finger tips, even under his clothes I could feel them, the dip in and out, I longed to feel it directly under my finger tips.

But going behind my back is just a bitch tactic. Aros pulls back his arm and stands up. I remain seated as he looks down at me. "Why do I get the feeling you're keeping an important detail to yourself?" He probably pouts or raises an eyebrow at me. Or rolls his eyes. Whatever it is, I'm glad I'm not looking at him right now.

Oh no. “What's behind you?” He asked. “Nothing,” I rushed out, maybe too quickly. “What are you holding behind your back?” he asked, taking a step forward to me. “Nothing,” I replied too quickly again. He took another step closer. “Show me,” he ordered. “No,” I shot back while taking a step back too. His eyes darkened. “You’re hiding something.” I laughed. “You don’t get access to every part of me just because you raised me!” I spat out.

“Yes. I’ll give you another next month. And remember: Sebastian must never know about this.” “Sebastian shouldn't know about what? ” I spun around to see Sebastian marching toward us. He repeated the question. I quickly hid the check behind my back. “Shall I repeat myself a third time? Mother? ” “It’s women’s talk, Sebastian. Don’t interfere.” “What’s behind your back? ” he asked, closing the distance. I stepped backward slowly, stuffing the check into the waistband of my shorts. “It’s nothing. I just felt like standing with my hands behind my back. See? I showed him my empty palms. He frowned, unconvinced.

Moving my hands behind my back I stand there with my head held high as they say their 'I do's' before sealing their marriage with a kiss, and I listen to people clap and yell in excitement and support before I practically rush out of the room without people noticing. Making it to a private restroom I looked down at my arm to see the imprints of my mothers fingers pierced through my skin leaving blood to run down my arm away from the bruising of a hand print that was beginning to form, showing my mothers subtle reminder of who was above who. "Fuck" I grumbled while turning on the sink when a knock is heard before the door flys open. “That’s a very dangerous thing to do; I could have been inde

- I heard him say, slowly stepping out from behind the man as I looked for the oncoming disaster, finding nothing. - Yeah, you were right. - I said, coming out completely from behind the man. - You should trust people more. - Even though it was a harmless phrase, it still had a very strong meaning in my life, I smiled awkwardly trying to cover it up. - I'll get you a towel and then we can eat. - I said, walking past him to my room.