Palette's POV
I glance over and feel my jaw drop open. My soul skips a beat. He looks absolutely beautiful! His clothes are now made of a softer fabric, with long or oversized sleeves. If his clothes were concealing before, than his clothes now are double that but that doesn't affect his beauty. It wraps around his waist and flows down to his feet, hiding any hint to his body. He no longer wears the bonnet, his hair now tied up in a bun with a few strands of hair hanging by his cheeks.
I curiously look for any bandages that might poke out but I see nothing. If anything, it seems like he just asked that for me to gaze at him more. He certainly looks happy with the attention, smiling with his cheeks burning.
"Nope, I don't see any."I say, clearing my throat and glancing away
I feel him wrap his arms around my arm, resting his head against me.
"Thanks again, Palette."He says
Oh my stars why is he acting so cute?! He IS cute! Why am I questioning this? I'm so stupid!
"Palette...I was thinking..."He says, lowering his head
"Hm?"I say
"Maybe...We should open up more for better communication. How about every few days we do emotion check-ins? We ask each other to open up without limits or judgment and we give I feel statements? It may help a lot..."He suggests
"That actually sounds nice...Yeah, let's do that."I say
He cuddles against my arm, squeezing it with a grin.
"You're wonderful, Palette. I love you."He says
My soul skips a beat again.
He is sooo getting revenge on me for the nickname.
We walk back to the ballroom and a slow song starts playing. I see couples getting together to slowly dance. I glance at Goth, seeing his face turn into a purple blushing mess at the sight.
"Shall we, Gothy?"I ask
His face turns a deep purple and he couldn't say a word, speechless. His legs start shaking before giving out as he falls backward. I scoop him up, seeing that he had passed out. I kiss him on the head gently, holding him close.
"I love you...Gothy..."I whisper
"Excuse me.."A voice says
I glance over to see a young butler beside me.
"It seems that you're both tired. If you'd like, I'll show you to your room."He says
I nod, following him away.
"I must warn you though about our rules here."He says as we go up spiraling stairs
"Yes..?"I say
"We lock all guests in their rooms until sunrise for their own safety. Don't worry, all rooms have private bathrooms in case you need to use it in the night for whatever reason. But I think you can see why we want to keep our guests locked away where they're safe until the day...Plenty can happen at night."He says
"After what I just witnessed, yes. Yes I do."I say
Thunder booms outside and I hear lightning crackle as he leads me upstairs to a room at the top of a tower. He has me go in, locks the door with a key and leaves. I glance around, seeing rain pour against the single window in the room. I set Gothy down in bed, pulling the blankets over him. I untie his hair so it can be free and so he is comfier. I snap my fingers, having our clothes change to pajamas.
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The Artist and the Angel(A Poth story)
Fanfiction*THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY AFTERDEATH BOOK: A TALE OF DEADLY LOVE! PLEASE READ THAT FIRST TO UNDERSTAND SOME PLOT HERE! It isn't anything major, but having that knowledge may help your reading experience and enjoyment. Your choice at your own pleasure*...
