❝hopeless, is how i felt when i realised. it's like it was inevitable that when we met, whatever path we'd choose to go, a tumultuous tide would eventually grab hold of us and push us together. i was falling for you by fate... and was more than happ...
Maybe it's because I've seen so many TikTok's of it, but personally, I think he's a hair boy. He would love to play with hair and braid and it decorate it and all. I feel like his favourite sense would be to touch and feel around his surroundings and hair's just silky and gorgeous.
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You're propped up on the floor by the edge of a bed, with your head just above the mattress. Ominis lies just metres away, his head laying on a pillow and his face into a book.
Ever since you and Ominis had gotten closer, you'd been hanging out in his dorm on the weekends and any downtimes in between. When you weren't head-to-head with Sebastian, duelling and creating trouble, you could mostly be found in Ominis's presence. He was a bit intimidating at first, but he'd taken a liking to you and you'd grown on each other. You'd found yourself quite fond of that blonde boy.
Today, however, you were in your room.
"Got any further on that potions assignment l/n?" Ominis asks as he flips a page over.
"Nooo! Ugh. I actually hate potions. Well, the writing bit anyway. Whyyy do I have to research the dangers and effects of these roots with different mixtures when I can just look at the bottles and read them?" you grumble.
Ominis laughs, "There there y/n. You know it is because if you don't understand them by heart, you'll fail at the non-labelled potions practical we have in a bit."
"No, but, now picture this, what if we didn't do that and I was free to do fun things? Like flying."
"What if you just got on with your work?"
"YOu were the one to start talking to me!" you huff, mildly exasperated but very amused.
"My lips are sealed," Ominis says as he mimes zipping his lips up.
In just a couple of seconds, you start talking again, "Wait, no distract me again please."
"Y/n!"
"Ok, ok, no I will finish this potions homework. I will get an A+. I will get 100 marks on this and I will pass the semester with flying colours."
"Okay, now you're just manifesting. You know that's not going to work for everything right?"
"That's just your Leo rising talking."
"What."
"Ominis will respect me. He will say how great I am and apologise and get me some chocolate frogs. He will worship me and all that I d-"
"Now that's enough, it's getting Satanic."
"UGhhHh. No, okay. You're so right. Getting on with my work," you say but at that moment a gust of wind blows through the window and your hair becomes dishevelled and blows about your face, "Okay God, now that was personal."
"What's wrong this time y/n?"
"That gust of wind blew my hair in my face," you grunt as you comb it back into place with your fingers and try to push it past your ears, "sometimes I wish I could just, zipp! Cut it all off," you mimic a chopping motion to your hair.
