Living as a straight-laced Hunter, you had a normal and for the most part uneventful life. That is until you run into Feitan, a member of the notorious Phantom Troupe and he turns your whole world upside down. Not everything is as it seems in this s...
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"You're kidding! I would've never guessed that you had a huge sweet tooth." You giggled as you handed him the syrup.
"Something about me has to be sweet. I guess" His lips turned up in a slight smile, giving you a soft look.
You had spent the night wrapped in each other's arms, both in a blissful sleep. Waking up to you was the most serene view he had seen in a very long time.
Laughing as you finished breakfast together, Feitan felt a sense of peace fall over him. He felt as if he was living in a completely different world than the one he had been born into. A world where you had to fight for your existence and peace was a mere afterthought. But here, sitting next to you as you stuffed your face with pancakes, he wondered, even if just for a second, if he could ever belong in your world.
He turned his gaze over to a picture hanging on the wall to your right.
"Your mom?" He asked as his eyes pointed at a portrait of a much younger you standing next to a smiling woman.
"Yes" You replied, walking towards the frame in question. "This was taken right after I graduated high school" Your hand ran across your mother's face, landing on a piece of jewelry on her neck.
"This necklace was a family heirloom. My mother cherished it tremendously. It meant a lot to us." Your eyes lowered, looking dejected.
"What happened?"
"I had to sell it in order to pay for her funeral expenses. It was worth a lot. Even if I ever got my hands on that kind of money, I don't know if I'll ever see it again."
His eyes briefly met yours as he grabbed your hand, pressing it gently.
"I'm sorry..." He wanted to say more, but how was he supposed to reply to your sadness? Growing up, the way he learned to reply to grief or sorrow was silence. He hadn't learned how to somewhat handle human interactions until he was in his 20's. He wanted more than anything to take away the pain you felt when speaking of your mother's lost memento.
He stood up to swiftly grab you by your waist, placing a passionate and warm kiss on your mouth. He placed his chin on your shoulder and whispered in your ear.
"I want you to know. While I am not good with words. I will try to show you how I feel. Good or bad."
