Late Night Visits || Lucathy Oneshot || ✔️

wandering thoughts

Lucas lay in a bed that was most certainly not his own, recounting just how all this happened. He didn't want to make a habit of this. Though on the other hand, maybe a wretched, insolent part of him that was kept hidden in the crevices of his heart, did.

It started with a snap of those delicate fingers, a soft, sweet calling of his name, and those enchanting eyes, begging him to stay. And then his damn heart softened and he was in bed with her, under the pretense of helping her sleep.

Sometimes, he came because Athanasia couldn't sleep. Sometimes she was sad and cried, and Lucas just couldn't say no. Sometimes he came to check up on her and ended up staying the night. She could be lonely. Or bored. Or happy. And the warmth of her bed and that cute little pout on her face was just too tempting to resist.

He knows he could just magic her to sleep, and with a wave of his hand she would be happy and he could go back to the comforting loneliness of his tower, but why deny himself of the pleasure?

Lucas could think of hundreds of reasons why, but his foolish brain didn't want to listen to any of them.

It was wrong, he knew.

He knew it since they'd turned eighteen. She'd matured in a beautiful young woman with those pretty little eyes and that pretty little smile. He would give anything to see her smile everyday.

He knew since the air between them changed and the hand-holding no longer was normal and the affectionate banter was no longer so playful and his brain started going fuzzy and his chest thumping louder whenever she was around.

He knew it especially the day she fell asleep in his arms after her beloved blue bird died. He never liked that stupid bird. It was a gift from the white dog, poor in taste and troublesome. It was particularly troublesome when those adorable sobs and whimpers haunted his every thought, her soft voice telling him how much she liked him and what a great person he was.

He was not a great person. He was not even a good person.

But he would give the world to Athanasia. He'd destroy it for her too.

When did he become such a romantic? It had to be all those sappy novels she was constantly reading. She always read three chapters precisely before going to bed, saying that it brought happy dreams to her.

He knew that her favorite book was the classic Confessions of a Lady.

He hated that he knew that.

Athanasia de Algar Obelia was a bad influence. He'd decided that a long time ago, when he started enjoying Lippe tea and stuffing his face with chocolate.

The sweetness had grown on him over the years.

Or maybe he just liked seeing her pout when he stole her prized chocolates from her or accidentally drank from the wrong teacup.

She was cute when she was angry.

She was also cute when she was excited. She was always cute.

He wished she wasn't.

That cuteness was the reason he was in bed with her right now, legs entangled like lovers, those small hands wrapped around his waist, a small contented smile resting on those perfect lips.

Oh, how he dreamed about those kissable lips.

He came close to his fantasies two times before.

One time during winter when she leaned in to brush an eyelash off his cheek, their lips brushed for a mere second. It was so quick, he might've imagined it. But when the maidーLillian, as she was called, or Lily by Athanasiaーcalled them in for hot chocolate, the hidden smile on her face made him wonder if it was on purpose.

The other time, they were in her room. And before he knew it, he was lying on his back on the bed and Athanasia was on top of him, a beautiful, blushing mess. He didn't know what he was thinking. He definitely didn't know what she was thinking either. Lucas always wondered what would have happened if Lillian didn't interrupt to inform them that the chimera was there for a visit.

She did give him a light peck on the cheek when he saved her father. But that was long ago and they were young, though not really, and Lucas was love-struck and smitten.

He was not anymore. And he refused to be. But this stupid habit of sleeping together was not helping his case at all.

His hand found its tentative way to the back of her head, stroking and petting, weaving his fingers through her hair. She smelled like sugar and Lucas wondered if she'd been snacking in secret again. No wonder she could never fall asleep.

He basked in her warmth, scooting just a hair closer and condemning himself for doing so at the same time. It felt forbidden and wrong, too intimate for their relationship supposedly as playmates. But for some reason, he didn't want to let go.

"One day I'm sure you'll come to know this feeling."

Screw him. Lucas didn't want to. Being hung up on someone sounded terrible.

But what could he do? He had already fallen too deep in the hole. And unfortunately, he didn't think he was getting out anytime soon.

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