Lyrics: One more kiss, wine stained lips I don't want to go to sleep yet Pale moonlight, misty eyes I'll allow myself to have him just tonight
I hold on to every ounce of sin I know he don't love me quite like I love him
I swear to myself as he leaves at dawn This will end, 'til he haunts me again
Rose perfume, low-lit room I'll pretend you'll stay forever Lay me down, ghostly sounds Haunt the hallways as he wraps me around
And I hold on to every ounce of sin I know he don't love me quite like I love him I swear to myself as he leaves at dawn This will end, 'til he haunts me again
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
[royal au]
one more kiss. you think, lounging in the balcony with your loyal knight, hair down, dress almost falling down your shoulders as you watch him through half lidded eyes. you watch how his hair moves over his eyes as he stares into the village, how his fingers absentmindedly tap on the glass. his wine stained lips that tasted so good, so soft, so... so pure, you wanted them all to yourself. you find yourself lost in a trance as he turns back to you, violet eyes almost sparkling as he tilts his head.
"My lady," Scaramouche says, voice snapping you out of your trance as he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. "It's almost midnight. maybe you should retire for the bed." You admire Scaramouche in the pale moonlight, your eyes misty and clouded over with alcohol, cheeks tinted red, just... so pretty. Maybe you'll allow yourself to have him... just tonight. just tonight, you'll stop trying to admire him from afar. just tonight, maybe you can kiss him senseless without remembering what's stopping you.
"I don't want to go to sleep yet," you reply stubbornly, shaking the hair back onto your face. you down the rest of the glass, and tug on his collar, pulling him closer. as your forehead presses against his, you can hear his breath hitch, fingers coming to rest against the back of your neck. "what is this?" he asks, gaze flickering down before coming up to meet your eyes. "my lady...."
you hold on to every ounce of sin, eyes closing as you press your lips against his own, drowning your senses with just him. just him. you know he doesn't love you quite like you love him. he can't... not when he's just your knight. You're nothing but his duty, his princess. And just like every other night, he lets you kiss him, kiss him till you're breathless, till you fall asleep. you swear to yourself every time as he leaves at dawn, that this... this fling will end. until he haunts you again, that is.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
Rose perfume, low lit room, Scaramouche holds you in his arms like a porcelain doll he's so afraid of breaking. He pretends he could stay by your side forever as he lays you down onto the sheets, duvet covering you comfortably. He takes a seat by the side of your bed, hesitant to leave you alone... not when you're calling out to him in your sleep, fingers curled so tightly around his own. He wishes he could sleep right by you, to hold you, to tell you you aren't alone in this cruel joke of reality. But again he is reminded of his duty, as his hand brushes against his sword; his duty to just keep you safe. Safe till you find someone better than him to protect you for life.
He holds onto every ounce of sin as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, fingers shaking as they brush against your cheek before he straightens, drawing the curtains and switching off the night light. He knows you don't love him quite like he loves you. You can't... not when he's just your loyal knight. He swears to himself as he leaves at dawn, that this senseless fling will end... that is, until you haunt him again.
21.07.24
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a/n
oh this is so bad lol i cant find the words to phrase it correctly 😞 shld i start writing the lyrics for all the songs
