YAELOKRE

"Why..?" 14

676 words (sorry it's kinda short I wanted to finish it soon and move on to the next chapter already)

As he soon pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace as he kisses your head softly. You let out a faint purr, curling up as he gently combed through your hair. "I'm sorry, Angel." He mutters, unaware he had done something to hurt you.

Well, he was. But he didn't know what it was. Either way, seeing your body slowly melt into his touch made him smile, gently petting your hair out of your face slowly as he placed soft kisses all over your face.

He begins whispering sweet nothings to you as he watches your body slowly relax in his grip, seeing how you went from being achingly afraid of him to relaxing made him smile. He liked seeing you comfortable.

Seeing you slowly fall asleep, as your mind which was once racing slowly calm down, your heartbeat slowing as your blood warmed back up.

You slowly nuzzled your ear up to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Hearing the slow thump of his heart was like counting sheep. You quite literally almost instantly fell asleep, softly snoring as he giggles.

Seeing your form fall out so quickly, he began gently letting you as he waits for exhaustion to overtake him. Soon, he does. And its rather blissful to be asleep in his arms once again, curled up and softly snoring. Nobody awake, no movement. Nothing to cry about, nothing to stress over.

Through the night, you wake up. Seeing kingsley holding you tight, the lights off, you're hot; dehydrated and hungry, you slowly scoot out of bed. You were reluctant to leave but right now, you need some damn water.

You walk through the house and stop at the kitchen. You grab a ceramic cup you and Clémmie had made together, filling it with ice and water as you chugged it for dear life, refilling it twice. Damn biggie was it good??

Soon, you look around before searching the pantry, settling on some bread and cheese made by Perrine. Sorry if you're lactose intolerant ur gonna shit ur head off later idk love u mean it.

As you eat, you hear faint footsteps coming towards you, you realize it's Kingsley. "Fuck.." you mutter, thinking you being "loud" woke him up. But no; he was just gonna be a biggie as well. "Fiddlestick..?" He questions, rubbing his eyes to see if that was you or not.

"Yeah?" you mutter through a mouth full of bread, u eating like a damn victorian kid bruh.

"We need to start practicing today.. You do know how to sing right..?" He asks, not sparing a single ounce of love at the moment. Like damn bro, goin straight for the throat huh?

You nod, laughing as you swallow the bite. "Yeah.. well I like to think I'm good at singing." You say, shrugging. He nodded, reaching out and taking some of your cheese and bread. "In the morning.. you need to learn lyrics." Kingsley says before struggling to swallow his dry bite as he sighs when he got it down.

"How many songs?" You ask, tilting your head. "Uh.. four I think?" He says, clearly a bit uncertain as you giggle. "Okay, I get you."

"Good." He says before reaching forward and giving your cheek a soft kiss. "I'm gonna go back to bed, don't be afraid to get in or be loud, everyone sleeps like a log." He says, giggling. He knew Clémmie didn't sleep like a log, at all. But he wanted to be a bit annoying.

You nod, watching him walk off as you finish your  really shitty meal. You chug one more glass of water before putting everything away, cleaning up your mess as you walk off back to bed, attempting to be quiet but your dumbass self you keep creaking the floor.

Fucking fatass. Anyway, you get back into bed, laying beside him as you cuddle up to your stuffed animal, feeling an arm wrap around you as you smile faintly. Soon, you fall back asleep, Kingsley slightly clung to you.