The Arcana Characters X Reader

Desire: Julian Part 3 (finale)

It was next morning, and the sun's smothered light behind the curtains was too much for your sensitive eyes to handle. You flopped your hand around and rolled off the couch, hitting your head on the table.

"Fuccck" you pouted, your voice muffled from the cold ground. Your movements felt sluggish, and your limbs felt like they were tied to giant weights. You were having the worst hangover in existence.

After lying on the ground for a solid twenty minutes you slapped your palm against the coffee table and hoisted your body upwards. It took you a moment to balance, but you managed to make your way to the kitchen to poor yourself some water.

You sipped your water as you stared at the mess you had to clean up, at times like these, you wish you had enough money to afford a maid. After pulling yourself together and finally managing to stand up straight without tumbling, you began to pick up your mess.

You heard a soft rhythmic knocking on your door. Your morning couldn't get any worse. You pushed yourself off of your hands and knees and stumbled towards the door. You opened the door, and felt your heart clench to see julian. You lied, it could.

"Hey!" he smiled, but it slowly withered into a frown when he saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. "What happened?" he tilted his head.

"Oh....it's nothing just uuh...I stubbed my toe and cried a lot." you frowned and rubbed your eyes to smear any access tears. You looked up to see him peering over your shoulder and examining the mess.

"Hey!" you frowned and tried to push the taller man away, but it was too late, he already noticed the aftermath of your temper tantrum.

"Do you throw chairs and clear off tables while stubbing your toe?" he gave you a look of concern as he pushed his way inside.

"It hurt...a lot.." you coiled your arms over your chest, incredibly embarrassed as you stared at the damage with him.

The room was worse when you woke up considering you began to begin your deep cleaning. Shattered plates and wooden bowls were scattered amongst the floor. What used to be a wooden chair was now large chunks and splinters scattered about onto the stone floor.

You stood at the doorway and crossed your arms. You weren't proud of yourself, and this definitely didn't look good for your reputation. "I uhm...I got mad..." you sighed and rubbed your eyes.

Julian turned to the side and looked at you with a soft expression. "Well, allow me to help you clean up?" he tilted his head. The way the warm suppressed sunlight flush against his face made the whole thing seem like a dream.

"Yeah..." you smiled sadly and pulled back the curtains to allow the entirety of the sunlight to leak into the room. And the two of you began to clean the house. The room was filled with laughter and jokes.

"You know what me and my mom used to do while we cleaned?" Julian simpered as he twirled the wooden broom in his hands.

"What's that?" you chuckled and leaned up from the ground to look at him, lifting up crumpled sheets of paper that needed to be thrown out a long time ago.

"We would dance while we clean, and whoever won with the best dance moves has to take the others out." he winked and began to tap his foot, already starting a beat in his head.

"Oh you will obviously win." you said matter of factly. "I am terrible at dancing." you snorted and covered your mouth.

"Awww come on! Just give it a try?" he beamed as he began to sway his hips and twirled around with the broom. You already felt self conscious considering he seemed like he was already doing well.