vendetta

twenty four

[back to y/n's pov]

Scaramouche had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around me and his chin resting on my head.

My drunken state had faded once stuff got serious, intoxication overpowered with pleasure. A different kind of intoxication if you will.

He's asleep so soundly, it almost feels unreal. He's so warm...

His heartbeat sounds like a lullaby and I catch myself drifting off. Safe in his arms.

I wake up to Scaramouche staring at me.

"Mmmh whacha looking at?" My voice sounds groggy.

"You."

Fuck his morning voice is hot.

"You look pretty when you sleep." He wears a soft smile.

"Thank you?? Kind of creepy..." I sit up and rub my eyes.

There are no remains of the makeup I wore yesterday on my hands, I'm pretty sure I didn't take it off before going to sleep.

"I found your makeup wipes, you really sleep like a baby. Didn't even stir." He proudly tells me.

"Who taught you that? Was it that bitch? I'll beat her ass-" I glare at him before he cuts me off.

"You're even cute when you're jealous." He flicks my forehead. "We sometimes wear stage makeup... y'know like at the sakura festival?"

Ah that's right... he was wearing red eyeliner back then.

"Ahh. I'm not jealous."

"Sure, you're not. Wanna go grab breakfast?" He laughs. "We can go to that cafe you like."

He's referring to the one in the centre of the city, my favourite cozy and warm little place. It used to be a bookstore and they didn't really change the interior except for the big shelfs in the middle.

"I'd like that."

"Good, then get up and get ready. I've been awake for over an hour and a half now, I'm fucking starving."

We sit at a table near a window, my favourite seat in any place. Classrooms, libraries and cafes, the window that lets me look outside and my mind wonder. That's my favourite place.

"I'll never understand your obsession with windows." Scaramouche scoffs, leaning back in the comfortable seats.

"It's like being outside without being outside, if that makes any sense." I sigh and put my head on my hands.

"It doesn't, but I suppose that the lightning is nicer here." He says, also gazing outside.

It's getting warmer lately, although we still get the occasional rain. The sun has been shining a lot and flowers are in full bloom.

"Your coffee! I'll be right back with the bagels." The waitress says while putting down our cups.

Ack- bitter. This must be Scara's.

"Switched up again?" He chuckles at the expression on my face.

I nod and he switches our cups. I don't know why he likes his drinks so bitter... what a weird guy.

"So how have you been?" He breaks the silence.

"Quite alright? I guess? Aether and I talk more now and I've gotten closer with Kaveh too." I'm still looking outside, a squirrel is climbing up a tree and it's cheeks are stuffed.

"Aether huh..." Scaramouche sounds a little annoyed.

"Mona huh..." I mimic his voice.

"And who's that Kaveh guy? And that Alheitham you were dancing with?" I can sense the jealousy in his voice.