bewitched ♡

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in the warmth of your bed, scaramouche leans eagerly into you, face planted against the crook of your neck as red paints a pretty hue on his cheeks. wrapped in your arms, in the middle of the night, a dream come true. 

"Keep me in your heart." you lean in, whispering into his ear sleepily. "my love.... i want you by my side forever..." he's so bewildered. never has he heard such pure words of utter devotion; never has he felt such a strong yearning to comply to anyone's words. you fool, he wants to retort, you are my heart. there is no space for anything else in that cold, locked heart of his. not when you consume his every moment, his every thought. his every heartbeat. 

what's this new desire called? he watches you fall asleep, shifting to hold you in his arms instead, entranced by the way your hair feels between his fingers. he didnt know that much at all about love before. he never thought he'd be capable of loving. he never thought he'd need to love anyone but himself, but now he thinks he's learning. 

you've bewitched him. his heart races as his eyes close, nestling against you- a perfect fit. like two jigsaw pieces fitting together. his heart beats as he thinks of the first time you kissed him- he had waited all night, not knowing himself what exactly he was waiting for.  But then you ran down the street in the late london night, fingers curled so tightly around his, moonlight casting an ethereal glow to your skin- any trace of doubt vanished. the world froze as he pulled you back, standing under a street lamp. illuminated by the lights, his fingers shaking slightly as he reached out to brush against your cheek, lips unknowingly curling into a smile. 

"funny, isnt it?" he murmurs, leaning in. he relishes the way you look up at him, eyelashes fluttering against your skin as heat rises to your cheeks. "you witch." he breathes out. "what magic have you cast upon me?" and he's rewarded with a smile so bright it rivals the lights, rewarded with the feel of your fingers against his cheek, rewarded with the feel of your lips against his. 

He swore he felt his pupils dilate, hands trembling as they gently pull you closer. closer, he wants to say. closer and closer and closer, till theres no space left. but then you pull away, cheeks tinted with pink, leave him with a kiss goodnight and walk away. so cruelly, he thinks, as he's left standing alone in the dark, the tingling feeling of his first ever kiss- what a fucking virgin. 

he almost wishes to never come back from that memory, to have it replay again and again and again- a sigh leaving his lips as he turns off the night lamp, pressing his face into your hair as he finally falls asleep to your steady breathing. 

utterly bewitched. 

20.7.24 

im on a roll today guys

im on a roll today guys

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laufey on top i love laufey but i cant go to her concert im going to another one 😞

tell me if theres anything wrong cs i wrote this in one sitting and im lazy to reread 💀

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