A/N: you know what? i love you. *publishes one of the last (out of three) chapters of the fanfic*
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THIRTEEN. VIS-À-VIS.
"Were you disappointed I am your soulmate?"
You ask him as solemnity danced in your irises, gaze locked with his lazulline ones unwavering with confidence and power. As your fingers trace their way to the hem of your clothing, fiddling with its ends, you await his response impatiently.
All the while your heart pounds against your fragile ribcage, body about to bust with worry and nervousness.
Tension then sits heavily in the cold misty air, Scaramouche presses his lush lips into a thin line. With a short exhale, his eyes flicker to anywhere but you. But to no avail, his sight finds themselves anchored on your features back again, unable to peel away his fixation on your figure.
Upon the passing time as you sat there beside him, you pretty much convinced yourself he's going to say 'yes' with no care of what you will feel.
But you keep forgetting you aren't able to foretell his words and actions, let alone his train of thoughts.
"Were you disappointed I'm your soulmate?"
"No, I'm not."
With a short reply, you feel your heart brew into a tempest of profound emotions, feelings of spark, joy and excitement - plus a tinge of nervousness mixed in them, you feel your freezing cheeks cupped with his warm, comforting hands in bullet time.
Unable to speak as your voice and mind betrays you, you indulge in the comfort and warmth his hands provided, your solace deprived heart finally rests at ease.
As gentle as a silky touch, as ephemeral as a butterfly's presence as it flitters in a pool of saccharine sweet juices, the feeling doesn't last long as the navy haired then removes his hold on your heating up face.
"What was that for?!" You question him, a visible crease on your brows appearing. As always, he didn't look bothered nor intimidated, he just lays down beside you again with arms above his head, "You were at a loss for words."
You weren't able to retort, because he was right.
"So, you've heared my answer and now it's my turn to ask. Do you think I'd make a good partner to you?"
The student casually queries, allay of doubt or strain underlying his tone. It's as if he's assured of his stronghold in your heart and his charm that will surely make you say 'yes' with blind faith and admiration in him.
Just as when you were about to part your lips open to spew hatred and deceit to deplete his ego a tad bit, you find yourself laying beside him as well on the same level, faces merely inches apart from each other's.
Suddenly he tugs on your clothing to yank you beside him, forcing you to come vis-à-vis on the wide hammock, feeling the hot breathe of his tickle your skin with light brushes.
Goosebumps break out on your arms upon feeling and realizing everything.
His slender hand ghosts a caress on your arm, working his way up little by little - until he finally lets his hand drift to your exposed neck.
Now that you're face-to-face with the man for the nth time this day, proximity budging with each passing second, you find yourself lost in his ocean blue eyes once again.
"Before you answer . .
I'm not disappointed you're my soulmate. The future still has lots in store for us, there's no telling you might actually a fun person to be around.
With that being said, I look forward to spend the remainder of my days with you."
The pad of his thumb makes gentle circular motions on your skin, the room's lights casting an incandesce glow upon his fair complexion.
But then a chortle slips from his supple lips, eyes squinting into two little crescent moons.
"Since you're finished asking, it's now my turn. Tell me, do I make a good partner?" He asks, eyebrows beetling at the sight of you speechless in front of him.
Yet an another arrogant comment slipping from his lips. Thinking of a retort -
You click your tongue in annoyance, "You want to kiss me so bad again huh?" Choosing to ignore his provoking question aimed at you.
He just sits there, lips pursed and quiet. Mentally rising triumphant from this petty bickering you always share with Scaramouche and all, the day was then about to be wrapped up later.
━━
The befuddling day then ends as the heavy rainfall halts, the remnant sun taking the spot of the sky's throne again. The sun's ray of lights spill through the lightly opened glass windows, petrichor wafts inside his room as you bid your farewell and soon take your leave.
"Thank you for today. It was fun . . and tiring." You lower your voice mid-sentence and flash up a forced smile up front.
As much as today was a lot to take in for you due to the many unraveling moments happening in the blink of an eye, you still couldn't bring yourself to believe you are his soulmate.
Is there anything greater of a paradox when a person, who draws the male's private parts for a living has their fate entwined with an arrogant, snarky someone who deemed 'soulmates' as utter bullshit?
Apparently, none. No one rivals the 'chemistry' you have with Scaramouche.
Screwing your eyes shut, your phone suddenly vibrates beside you. Hearing and even feeling its buzzing soon irked you and you had no choice but to answer, not bothering to look at the caller ID at all.
"Yeah? Who's this?"
"You won't believe what the school's management just posted!" Judging from the high-pitched voice sounding from the other end of the line, it was Danna.
Humming in response, "The ball will be held on next 2 weeks! You better prepare and pick who will be your partner for that night!"
The call immediately gets cut off and you did nothing but heave a heavy, drained sigh.
You mumble to yourself, mind drifting into tangles of your thoughts about him and everything that has been happening. "Scaramouche, how can you do this to me?"
