𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

c h a p t e r_f i f t e e n: Falling on the rabbit hole

The wind howled, it was rather louder than usual, the window panes shook softly, not an alarming rate, no. The wind sounded like laughters outside the window, albeit living in the city, Laughters, shouts, or any kind of noises are heard, It can't be avoided.

Somehow, someway. The wind felt like it was laughing at him, mocking him for letting his walls down, succumbing into the desire his heart had kept shouting at him. If only he didn't, if only he didn't like the feeling of her. Then;

"I swear to heavens Blanche, You can't disrespect my friend! Specially Debora!" He wouldn't be so hurt, when her voice raised a pitch, even when it's just one bit. He feels his heart getting crushed, yet placidity of his were dying down like embers of the fire, feeling anger slowly rise.

"I am doing that so she knows her place." He finally spoke when Y/n was silent whilst massaging her temples, "That is still rude and disrespectful." She pressed on, now with a softer tone, "Great, as if you'd know what is respectful."

"Excuse me?" She scoffed.

"You're excused."

"Damn it Blanche you're not a child anymore just admit you're wrong!" Her voice raised again, his eyebrows scrunched up, not visibly. Blanche stood up and walked away from her, "Oh my goodness." She muttered under her breath, to which he of course heard.

'Can't she be grateful that I marked her as my territory?!' He huffed annoyingly, as he proceeded to transform into his cat form and exited through the window of her room.

Y/n took her phone that rested on the coffee table to check the time. 8:49 pm, It read.

The night was young, guess she'll have to waste her time bed rotting, while waiting for the rather one sided fight between her and Blanche cool off, Which meant when he'll admit that what he did was wrong.

t i m e _ s k i p

Rain was pouring hard, water droplets stained the already fogged glass of the entire building, it was 12 am. Lightning clapped loudly on the distance, causing Blanche to jolt awake from his peaceful slumber, ignoring the heavy feeling in his chest, for whatever reasons he will not address it. A shiver ran down his spine, as he sat up, whilst scanning the darkened room.

It was rather eerie.

He is from another world, Blanche has faced different foes that he witnessed on the dungeon that his brother tortures to attain for whatever offense they committed against the great phoenix. Yet here he is, standing at the door that separated him and the woman that slept peacefully on the other side of the room.

His pride is what he cherished the most,
Blanche didn't do anything wrong, in his eyes what he did was justified-

His train of thoughts was disrupted by the loud booming of the lightning. Which caused him to open the door immediately, "Are you never going to ask me- He stopped himself from talking, upon seeing how peaceful she looked. Y/n was asleep, unbothered by the angry noises the lightning provided.

Approaching her form cautiously, he kneeled beside her bed. Quietly admiring her, his eyes that seem to glow in the dark, all unto her, his heart pounding in that rhythm that he now came to memorize. As quiet as he can, Blanche transformed quickly before getting comfortable in her bed, minding not the cramped space.

As quickly as the night came. The sun once more rose, lighting the once darkened sky. What once was a raging thunderstorm, finally replaced with the clear blue skies. Blanche, was now wide awake, expecting for Y/n to be to, Of course to his dismay, she was still not.