𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐧

✧[023]✧

"Rook... Can I trust you with my thoughts?" The words slipped from Vil's tongue without him even realizing it. He had been staring idly out his colored glass pein windows for so long. He couldn't help but let his thoughts run wild. It had to be one of the main reasons why he hated doing nothing. Yet... Rain was so soothing so found himself watching it fall.

It reminded him of beauty in a way. It came in many forms, cycling through drop after drop like different models he's seen. Yet, in the end... They always hit the ground. Fading away with time as if they were never there to begin with. He prayed his beauty wouldn't be so fleeting like that, he prayed that you wouldn't be just the same.

"Your thoughts have always been safe with me, beautiful Vil." Rook purred, gently stroking Vil's hair with his fingers. Watching Vil as he looked deep in thought, a stern face upon him. It told him everything already. He had something swimming around that beautiful mind of his.

"What do you think of [Name]? Dumb- Sleepy-Crooked-Backed-Crinkle-Cut
[Name]?"

"Non... Vil, sois gentil. I enjoy their presence, I enjoy their company. They give the essence of the stars being in their presence is like basking in moonlight, they make me wish nothing more than to share an eternal dream with them." Vil hummed, stepping away from the window at last. Yet, his eyes were fixated on what happened outside still, watching little water droplets chase each other.

"Ah, do you suppose... they perchance feel such things back for another? I mean, how couldn't they but-"

"Beautiful Vil, I share nothing but the same thoughts. If it is them you want, I am at your full command." Vil's lips tugged upwards a bit, a smile forming on his face. Truly. You were something he wanted to crack open like a nut. He already wanted to breathe you in, every inch of you. He didn't know why.

"Hm..."

His thoughts have been plagued with you ever since you saw him as a person rather then someone to worship. He wants to rest that peacefully. He really does. He needs to see you face. He needs to have you here. That crummy little home of yours just won't do. Ramshackle was never suitable for a beauty like you.

Turning away from the windows, he paced around his room, Rook's eyes following his movement. Back and forth over and over. Vil paused, turning his heel and looking at his Potionology books. So many thoughts were swimming around his head. But he couldn't help but feel some could be justified. Stepping over to his vanity, he held his Potionology book in hand.

"Rook... Do you view a little stomach ache as cruelty?"

"Hm? Expliquer." Vil tapped the hardcover making Rook catch on. He took up, standing besides what was considered to be a treasure of his. Looking in the vanity mirror, Rook poured out sugar coated words for Vil, "Sickness is not cruelty if you are the hand that feeds them. Nurture the wounded, Vil. They'll remember like a man learning to fish, kindness lasts lifetimes."

"And so can sickness."

Message received from CountryBoyILY 💕

Hey. Promise me something.

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What? It's 3 in the morning... Epel? What's buggin' you?

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Stay away from here. Please. Just for a lil while, don't come to this dorm

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Why???

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Just promise me, alright? It ain't safe around these parts anymore. Keep some distance, I love ya sugar cube. Look out for yourself.

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Love ya too Epel... I'll stay away for a while

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Thank you. ❤️

A sudden snatch of his phone made Epel pale, he knew he should've been a little more sneaky. Yet he wasn't. Rook wagged his finger at the boy, he shouldn't be up right now. It's past his bedtime. Even then... Rook knew he'd run off and try to tell you. Little country boy, he was not stealthy. No, he was prey just like yourself.

"Non, non... Epel. Don't go scaring our guests away. They will be coming back." Rook pocketed Epel's phone making the boy scrunch up his face. He tried to snatch it back, only for Rook to playfully back away with every swipe, toying with him.

"Yaint the boss of 'em. They should be staying far away from you and Vil. You guys can be cruel."

"Non, not cruel. Loving. They will return whether you like it, or not. Because Deuce and Ace have been selected for the VDC. By order of moi and roi du poison."

"What?" Epel paled, Rook waving a few papers in front of him. He couldn't believe it to be true. Your friends were selected. There was no doubt in his mind you'd follow them, no doubt you'd come back here. To a place where they were plotting too-

"Worry not, Monsieur Cherry Apple! You'll be seeing a lot more of them soon! You can have your phone back if you keep that pretty face quiet! S'il te plaît, Vil can't have you ruining his mood at a time like this." Rook gripped onto Epel's shoulders, attempting to rub then soothingly while he pushed Epel back to his room.

"I.. I'll... Just you wait! I'll do something! Mark my words... Yaint going hurt that sweet thing."

"Now, now! Off to bed with you! You shouldn't be getting so hyped at this hour! Roi du poison wouldn't be happy with this news, so let's keep it hush hush!" 

"I-"

"Shhhh..."

"I wish I could tell you. I wish I could save ya... And I promise you, I will."