MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Into the sea | G.W.

(A/n)

Requested by deathwishdaydream !! :]

[[I've asked the artist's permission to use his art]]

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Does anyone else like Måneskin? Like mmmmm so precious
Anyways, gonna write an oneshot inspired on one of their songs or so I hope

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A smile tugs on my lips at finally finishing the drawing, only needing a few last details on the fox skull and the ribbons before it's complete. Satisfaction swells in my chest as I admire the graphite drawing and make a mental note of varnishing it when I get back home before my eyes are back on the charm that hangs on the tree.

As much as drawing other witches' works that I find around the woods isn't going to help me, I can't help but to want to register how wonderful they are. Standing up from the log, I groan at stretching my legs and slip the sketchbook in my bag along with the grimoire and pencils.

The light breeze coming from the sea embraces me and I hum to myself, thankful for having decided to put on a coat before leaving the hotel. I only stand there for a moment, closing my eyes to allow myself to enjoy the atmosphere for a moment, loving how different and lighter it feels compared back to my own place. Faint singing is brought to me by the wind, barely audible under the sound of the wind going through the leaves and the sea nearby. Is it singing or just the wind acting up?

I brush the thoughts away, reminding myself there's still much to explore while my time is so short, but follow my way down to the shore cheerfully.

My boots sink into the wet sand, not really bringing me a good sensation neither causing a nice sound, so I try to make my way down to a spot through the rocks, even if it does cross my mind how slippery they can be.

Focus - it's all I need. The short path of rocks down the bigger ones seems to be just enough.

Exhaling, I nod to myself before starting my small journey, probably much more interesting to me than it would be to anyone who'd watch from the outside. Thinking that has a proud smile on my face as I've been doing a good job so far, skillfully stepping over the rocks and sometimes needing to jump from one to another.

"Love is gentle, love is kind," the words suddenly make themselves audible, maybe too close, maybe actually brought by the wind.

My eyes widen as I whip my head around, trying to figure out where the singing is coming from, but it not only is unsuccessful since my boot slips. I gasp, thankfully able to keep my balance, though not without keeping my boot from being covered in sand. On the other hand, nothing gets inside the boot. Turns out, however, that one of my ink pens ended up being sent flying out of my bag and, when I reach for it, it just slips to inside the water, sinking in. I sigh. Fuck.

Well, even if these are terrible, I must as well continue because I didn't come so far for nothing.

I make sure my bag is properly closed before starting to walk once again, paying more attention to where I'm going this time and trying to not focus on the frustration of having lost that pen.

Finally, I'm standing over the part where I wanted to be, where the rocks are bigger and give me major stability, more space. Letting my bag down, I throw my arms above me to stretch myself, sighing softly as my mood grows better now. I can fix another ink pen.

It's just peaceful watching the calm sea moving under the slightly cloudy sky, waves crashing against the shore. The blue tone of the water contrasts just perfectly with the rest of the place, mainly with the deep green tone of the woods that take over the land less than a mile away from the beach. Definitely pleasing.