ANGST/FLUFF
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My eyes scan over to this mist of starlight moving across the stage. Her fingers moving effortlessly across her bass as I strum my strings to my own instrument.
Although every ghoul is playing their own instruments, coming together to make a beautiful melody.. it's as if hers is the only instrument that I can acknowledge. I hate it.
I scoff and turn away, turning my attention back to my guitar, trying to switch my minds thoughts but to no avail. Everything about her is always in my mind, it's utterly stupid.
It's stupid how she makes me feel. Her idiotic flirtatious attitude towards me on stage, how she reaches out to me; letting me catch sight of her eyes under the stage light. I hate how she makes me feel.. I hate her.
I hate her beautiful eyes.
I hate her soft stare.
I hate how gracefully she moves.
I hate the way she speaks.
I hate how perfect she is.
I hate how much I love her.
And it's not minor, unfortunately. This has went on for so long that my feelings have had time to grow. So much so that's the other ghouls have seen a major difference in my attitude.
They all told me that whenever she's around, I get tense. Which I obviously told them they were wrong. But I know their right. I just didn't want it to be. We have been friends for so long, I don't want to ruin that or make anything awkward.. or get rejected. I can't handle rejection. That's why I'm taking this secret to the grave.
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I sigh whilst my feet lead me to a random couch backstage as I lied down. Unfortunately, something hard blocked my need for comfort. When I open my eyes I see a pair of blue ones staring back at me. "What are you doing Ifrit?"
"We need to talk about this thing you and Mist have going on."
"Mhm," Alpha agrees. I twist my head to his direction. What are they up to?
"What are you two talking about?" I sit up, glancing at the two with furrowed eyebrows although it's covered by my mask.
"Don't act clueless (Y/N), we see the way you look at her, and the way she looks at you. Get together already! It's torture to even look at."
I slightly roll my eyes. "No one is getting together."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"You don't like her?"
"Yes."
"Do you love her?"
"Ye—" I clear my throat. "—no."
"I TOLD YOU!" They both almost shouted. I look away to ride off the embarrassment. "You tricked me."
"Whatever, so when are going to tell her?" Ifrit asks. The answer I wanted to give was never. But I know how this will turn out if I don't. I cross my arms, digging myself into a deeper position in the cushions of the couch, hoping somehow a black hole would just open up and swallow me whole.
"I...I don't know," I mutter.
"Well, how about when—"
And just as Alpha spoke, the person I was dreading to see entered. Her aura pouncing happy around her small frame, as she prances over to the three of us with a red rose in her hand.
"Hey guys, why were you all so antsy to get off stage?" Her soft tone speaks. I hear people respond though it's merely muffled sounds. The only thing that can be heard in my ears is the loud thumping of my heart.
She comes and sits beside of me on the couch.
"Hi (Y/N)," she warmly smiles, sitting in front of me, blocking the light; her shining silhouette replacing it. She holds out her hand that held the ripe rose in it. I felt like my face almost turned the same color as the red petals.
Regardless, I take it and place it in my lap.
"Hi." I mutter so quietly I wasn't so sure I actually said it. My eyes glance behind her and I notice that Alpha and Ifrit have left.. little shits..
"What's wrong with you darling?" She tilts her head.
I feel something move throughout my chest, up into my face but I couldn't quite grasp the concept behind it. My mouth spoke before my actions could. "Why do you always do that?"
Her eyes beam into mine, making the almost unbearable feeling clear as day. "Do what?"
This might be an easy question for her to answer, though it may not be what I'm hoping for.
"Why do you always act like you're into me?"
She sits up properly, sitting her clothed head against her palm. "Hm... maybe it's because I am." She hummed.
"..."
Shes kidding right? She can't possibly be serious.
I sink more into my form. There were two emotions running through me right now. Regret and surprise. Maybe she was telling the truth. Or maybe she thought I was kidding and returned the joke. "Don't play with my feelings like that Mist."
She giggles, "I'm not." Her hand reaches up to my mask, pulling it off. The cold air hits my face, making the tears sting my eyes.
Her cold hand presses against my face, another tear managing to fall onto her soft skin. "Don't cry love," she coos.
"I'm not." I replace her hand with my own, wiping my tears that made me feel so pathetic under her touch.
Mist holds out her arms to me. "Come here."
"I'm not a baby."
"Come here (Y/N)!" She scolds jokingly with a laugh. I scoot over into her arms, I know it sounds stupid but...her natural scent calmed me down in a way, it settled my nerves.
We sat there in silence for a while, in each other's arms. And for some reason, I loved every second of it. Her hands stroking my hair gently had me melting into her touch. I speak up. "What does this mean?" I ask, not looking upwards towards her.
"Specifically?" She replies.
"What are we?"
I can feel her smile from up above. "Whatever you wanna be sugar."
"Mist, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Only if you'll be mine." Her smile sparkles into my vision. She places the rose behind my ear, staring at me as if I was the only person that mattered.
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A/N:— I'm so glad that I'm finally getting to the previous posse of ghouls and ghoulettes.
