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Looking over at the figure who rested against the soft mattress of your bed, laying in your lap, you couldn't help but reminiscent how beautiful and majestic he seemed to be under the shining moonlight. His pale skin shinned like stars in the night sky.
You know, it was almost too funny. Scaramouche would sacrifice the world for you, but you'd . . sacrifice Scaramouche if it meant saving the lives of people who deserved to live. If this was written as a book right now . . there'd be no such happy ending for the two of you.
But . . would it be madness if you fell in love with the person whose purpose in life was to destroy yours?
You couldn't bare the thought of ever falling for someone who killed an important person in your life . . but as you kept staring at him, his sleeping figure stole your sight. Caressing his cheek with only the back of your hand, the other gently rubbing his head.
Pulling your arm back quickly, you winced at your thoughts. How dare you think like that, after he took Yua's life so carelessly?
You clenched your fist, thinking of how selfish you were, before going to the other side of the bed, trying to get as far away from the male as possible. With only a mere minute, you fallen asleep.
During what seemed to be far into the night, you had woken up. You yawned before turning to your side, fluttering your eyes open. Scaramouche was staring straight at you with a blank look, sitting up on the bed.
It was like a jump scare.
You quickly sat up, grabbing Scaramouche's attention and out of his train of thought. 'My gosh . . ' You thought to yourself, shivering. If Scaramouche was scary now, imagine what he was like to the other rest of the fatuis . .
"You're awake." Scaramouche greeted, running a hand through his hair before standing up. He seemed to be rather embarrassed about what had happened the past . . few hours.
You nodded awkwardly before standing up. Yes you two have done more . . intimate things-- but this was different. How? You had no idea. Maybe it was for the fact that he wasn't in his psychotic manner that he always seemed to achieve after doing something . . horrid. That he was in complete control when the two of you shared the moment of delicacy.
