YAELOKRE - ONESHOTS

☁️🌳 "Enkindled Statue." SHORT

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(I'm trying out a new writing style lmk how u feel abt it kittens its gunna b short cuz i don't know how to end it so.. sorry idk)

"The Forever-Burning Tree" You read out loud, continuing on in your head.

"Flames filled with nothing but wrath, you mustn't conquer the forest." The voice in your head begins, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

"You have given a Judas Kiss, not only your roots but those who shared the structure of your rings." The words replay in your head, attempting to decode the meaning of a "Judas Kiss."

"You may blend into the ground, but no one will remember or miss. You will burn in eternity till one gives your misery a kiss." What?

You stare at the short statue, in the midst of a forest you had wandered into unintentionally. You reach out, feeling there rough texture of the golden statue, the texture resembling a tree.

But, it didn't look like one.. it looked like a boy. A tired boy, someone who just wanted to be free. It ached your heart, seeing how desperate it was for relief.

When your hand slides up the arm of the statue, feeling the different carved textures, you feel faint movement come from it. You tense, unsure if you should run or stay. Maybe you hallucinated it?

No.

It moved. You look at its face, seeing the flames that had engulfed its body, you feel the sharp tips of the flames as its lips move. What?

... "Help." Is the word that rings through your mind as you reread the poem, over and over and over again. Did you really have to kiss it?

That would be so weird.. right? You didn't care, you had no shame. It's be interesting to see what would happen.

Or would it?

You wipe off the lips of the statue, seeing a very faint quiver to them you hault, feeling a bit hesitant. But something in the back of your head told you to. So; you did.

You place your lips gently against the cold marble, a human like warmth soon spreads across the cold stone, cracking and achingly disgusting crunches coming from the boy once on fire.

As you soon pull away out of fear, it stops. You look at it, realizing some color and.. life. Has come to it. But not all the way.

Do you gotta like french kiss it?? No. U touch starved fatass you have to elongate the kiss. You gently place your lips back on it, the cracking soon beginning and ending.

But, when you go to pull away, you feel the lips reciprocate the kiss. It's still warming hands gently placing themselves on your waist, holding you in place.

You faintly gasp, not expecting the sudden touch, but you don't pull away. After a minute or so, the hands let go of you as you take a step back.

"Man, am I dense? Are you.. real?" You ask, tilting your head as he stares at you before giggling and nodding. "Yes I'm real, I was essentially.. cursed. To be a statue forever. Kinda like a disney princess." The Enkindled says, you can't help but stare in awe.

"So.. I'm like prince charming?" You question, the statue staring at you as you talk. "Eh, you're my "prince charming.""