.:Twisted Wonderland Oneshots:.

☁️ My Beloved Poet 🏹

Character: Rook Hunt

CW: Nothing much

A/N:

   Sorry if this is too short. I thought it'd be a nice and short, oneshot though. Btw, when I write stories, you and MC are two different people. Just in case some might get confused!

.:Reader's POV:.

   Chapter six, that's the page I finally reached in my book. It was then did I decided to close it for the night and go to sleep, I took off my reading glasses and put them on my table. Following I then turned off my lamp. Everything went dark, until my eyes adjusted to the rooms light, the moonlight. It was nice, the moonlight shining on objects like the golden handles on my closet and bedroom doors. I felt at peace in my room, for as abandoned it seemed, it was actually quite nice.

   The calming silence was nice nice too. Well, it wasn't complete silence. The crickets were chirping, the wind was blowing and making a calming melody. I haven't really enjoyed a night like this in quite a while. What with everything going on, my studies, blot, my way back home. It's crossed my mind though.

   Do I want to go back home? I honestly never thought that one singular sentence would ever come to mind, but it did. Was it because of all the friends I have here? Was it because of all the things I could learn from here? Or was it because of a certain someone. That someone being Rook Hunt.

   I decided to take a sip of water to suffice my thoughts, and to finally go to bed. I had a test tomorrow, and I needed the sleep. I finally rested my head down on my pillow when I heard something hit my window. I got up and looked at what I could see from the window, to figure out what hit my window. I couldn't see anything, so I opened my window and looked around, it was an arrow. It was on the ground at the very bottom of Ramshackle.

   "Good evening Ma Belle!" I was correct, it was Rook. "Ah, Rook. I was wondering when you'd show." I said, he chuckled. "Well, there was a problem back at the dorm that I had to take care of!" Rook exclaimed, "Alright, well, why don't you come inside?" I asked. Rook hummed and I stood back, knowing he would flip into my room through the window. "Watch out Ma Belle!" I laughed a bit once he landed, he landed down on one knee with his arms out. Of course, nothing  less would be fit for a Pomefiore student, much less vice hoursewarden.

   "By the way, I finished up a poem I had for you. Would you like to read it?" Rook asked, getting up off of his one knee. "Sure." I said, taking the piece of paper from Rook's hand. The handwriting was a neat cursive, like always. I stopped observing the writing and started reading the poem. It wasn't short, but it also wasn't very long, and it wasn't too cheesy, and not all that bland.

   "Well?" Rook asked, I was done with the poem, and it left a smile on my face. "I loved it." I said, smiling at Rook. "Good to hear." Rook said as he smiled back to me. "U-Uhm..do you want me to make some tea for us?" I asked, cutting into the odd silence between me and him. "No, it's not very ideal to drink a lot before bed." he said, I hummed and sat down on the bed. "May I join you?" Rook asked, I nodded and he sat down.

   It was silent, but now, it wasn't an odd silence anymore. It was a calming peaceful silence. "Thank you for the poem, Rook." I said, quietly. Rook looked over at me, "Pardon?" he asked, "I was just thanking you, for the poem." I said. "But of course! I'm not sure why you thank me though." he said, turning his body to face me. "I just needed that..after everything that's happened." Rook pulled me onto his lap, it was comforting to be this close to him.

   "Is this alright, Y/N?" I paused. Y/N. He never calls me that to my face. "Y-Yeah." I said, sinking into the comforting sense of Rook. "I'm not forcing you, but do you want to talk about it?" Rook asked, rubbing circles into my back. "Maybe another day if that's alright." I said.

   "Of course." he said, it felt nice not being asked if I'm sure. "Rook, what time is it?" I asked, the circle motion stopped. "It's almost midnight, Ma Belle" Rook said, I hummed, "You should leave to go back to Pomefiore." I mumbled, but loud enough for Rook to hear. "No, it's alright." Rook said as he started laying down, me still cradled on his lap. I started feeling tired, but before I fell asleep, I need to say something to Rook, "Goodnight, my beloved poet.".

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