𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕
(the cursed witch, act one)
*this ones a long one so get your comfies on*
THE MUTED LIGHT OF YET ANOTHER CLOUDY DAY EVENTUALLY WOKE HER. Nina lied with her arm across her eyes, groggy and dazed. She moaned, rolling onto her side, hoping more sleep would come. But as she moved, she hit something cold and hard.
"Oh!" She sat up so fast it made her head spin. Looking down at the space beside her, Edward laid, his eyes slowly opening before shutting again.
"Go back to sleep," He muttered, his hands grasping her shoulders, pulling her back down into his side.
Nina chuckled, her hand reaching up to run through his hair while he buried his face in her neck. "And you teased me about liking sleep too much."
"You get to sleep every night. I haven't slept in 91 years."
"My antique," She whispered teasingly, watching him as he kept his eyes closed. "Your hair is a mess."
"Probably from you messing with it," He added. Her fingers that had been mindlessly scratching his scalp, paused momentarily. He groaned. "No. Don't stop."
"You're such a whiner in the morning," Nina grinned, her fingers starting again, gently running through his hair.
Edward grumbled, adjusting himself so he was partly laying on top of her, his head resting on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. "If you don't stop talking I'll leave."
"Playing dirty, are we, Cullen? Alright... Ten more minutes."
It wasn't till 2 hours had passed that they both comfortably woke. Nina had woken to a cold bed, colder than it should have been, making her eyes open instantly as she looked over and saw he was gone.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," His voice suddenly called, making her breath out hastily as she looked over to her desk and saw him sitting in her chair.
"I thought you left," She mumbled, slowly getting out of the warmth of her bed, dragging her blanket with her as she moved toward him. Her legs wrapped around him, sitting on his lap as she draped the blanket over her shoulders, holding it tightly around them.
"How long have you been lurking?"
He smiled, his hands holding her waist. "About half an hour. Spell must have worn off."
"Was it okay? I wasn't sure if it would be more like a coma than actual sleep."
His arms tightened around her waist, hugging her as he pulled her close to his chest. "Best sleep I've ever had. I'll have to start coming here every night. Just don't let my siblings in on this. They'll never give you back to me."
