Dahvie Vanity x reader

Bitchcraft (Part 2)

Panic shatters your bones with every word that leaves his lips, fear strangles you, leaving you motionless, unknowing of what to do, you dread meeting his gaze. You begin to fear yourself, what if you mess up, what if he thinks you're weird. His soft hands under your chin as he tilts your head up, meeting his eyes once more, melting the ice that froze your words. 

"What is a pretty young girl like you doing in a dark dreary place like this?" he says with a smile.

"I was -uh- feeling a little down, I guess, I came out here because I prefer the darkness of night to the light of the day" his gaze makes the words flow out, naturally. Saving you from the anxeity in which your mind wishing so greatly for you to have. 

"What's wrong?! If you don't mind me asking" a worried look smudges out the once cheerful smile.

with a hand on your shoulder he walks you over to a nearby bench, seating you down. The moonlight illuminating off the glittery eyeshadow above the neon contacts that rest upon his worryful eyes.

"You can tell me, I'll understand" he says attempting to comfort you. It works.

Hesitant at first, but eventually you crack, "Well uh- it's my family, they don't like me. They don't like the way I dress nor the music I listen to" 

"Don't worry, you're not alone. My parents were the same, but now look at me. They still don't aprove. Especially now with the rumours on social media, I feel like no body likes me, I've lost everyone" Tears swell up in his eyes, your heart bleeds just at the sight of him like this. "I still like you" you say hoping to make him feel better. His hand cover his face, only removing them to speak and to wipe away the tears, placing your hand on his thigh you comfort him, "They might believe it but really weren't you better off without them. The fandom is still with you, we all feel the same," the shock of seeing  Dahvie in the flesh is replaced with fear, fear for his life. "I wish they were all like you" he says as black tears pour from his eyes. A rainbow rover of tears fall from his eyes puddling on a crease on his black skinny jeans. 

The moon glares down at the world before being suffocated in clouds. The clouds begin to pouring it's saddness down into the world below. "The land is crying for you too, Dahvie"