It was 1.53 AM but you couldn't sleep. It was the 11'th if December. It felt like there'd happened so much but then again like nothing would ever change. It was kind of comforting. Though you still weren't over the fact that you were now 33...
You still looked like you were 27 except for the hair and your eyes which had grown stronger in colour. You'd had it in a messy braid the last two days and were starting to really like having it that way. It didn't look too uptight but also not too... sloppy? You slapped yourself on the forehead. Did you just call your own hair sloppy?! You laughed a little before sitting up in your bed. You could sketch a little. Or paint. Mm, no. What if you were to accidentally wake up some of the children. No that wouldn't work. After debating a few minutes you decided on playing cards with yourself -as boring as it sounded...-.
-2.23-
You'd put away the cards and were now sewing down a button on a dress that had -obviously- lost one of its buttons. When you were finished sewing it on you put everything in its right place but you still didn't feel very tired. Okay maybe a little... you yawned as you looked at your pocket watch on the bedside table and when seeing it was half 3 almost, you turned of your lamp and cuddled in under the covers. Soon enough, falling asleep.
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You woke up 4.30 AM again, and since you couldn't sleep you decided to head downstairs to at least get some hot chocolate. You threw on a sweater because of discovering that it was definitely warmer under your blanket. You were walking on tiptoes not to wake up anyone. Soon enough you'd made it down the stairs and started humming a melody while making yourself a hot chocolate in the kitchen.
"Some say love, it is a river. That drowns the tender reed" you sing quietly though still clearly.
"Some say love, it is a razor. That leaves your soul to bleed" you sang pouring the hot milk into the mug with the powder. You hadn't heard the quiet footsteps coming down the stairs nor entering the room.
"Some say love it is a hunger, an endless aching need"....
"I say love it is a flower. And you it's only seed"you sang and turned around to walk to the parlour. Though were shocked to see Alma stood there as you let out a shriek and accidentally dropped the mug. The woman swiftly caught the mug and straightened herself to stand again.
"I didn't mean to scare you darling. Apologies" she said with a soft smile. You gave her one in return and took the mug from her hands.
"I didn't know you could sing... song bird" she said and you feel yourself blush up immediately.
"I- you heard nothing" You said looking away. She seemed confused and went to grab your chin making you face her again.
"You sound absolutely beautiful" she said only increasing you blush. How did she get so close. She took the cup out of your hands and you started walking backwards as she pushed, by walking towards the counter. She sets down the mug a fair bit away and in a last pitch effort you climbed onto the counter now sitting on top of it. She walked closer her torso now being in touch with your knees. You didn't know how you'd both just gotten lost in each others eyes, and you sure as hell didn't know, how your faces had gotten so close to each other...
The woman's glance falls to your lips making your eyes widen as your cheeks tinge pink. She looks up with a glint in her eyes. It could almost be placed as hopeful.
"Can I-" she asks but you'd already nodded before she finished her sentence. A smile spreads on her lips as she leans in as you do the same. Your lips touch and it was all you'd ever dreamt of. An explosion of colour and feelings erupted inside you and you smiled against her lips feeling her do the same. When ending the kiss the first thing you look at are her soft lips and then her blue ocean eyes. God she was just perfect. She suddenly picks you up and kisses you all over making you giggle.
"I've always wanted to do that" she says as you lean your foreheads against each others.
"Me too Blue bird... me too" you said as you went to kiss her again.
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Christmas in the loop
FanfictionY/n had discovered a loop -of a dashing Ymbryne- at the age of 27 and had been living in the loop, ever since. She had the power to control weather which gave Alma Peregrine the idea to upkeep a 'normal year'. All four seasons and just recently it h...
