The feline grace of my love catches my eye. I look up from my book, marking the page and setting it aside as he waltzes towards me. A work of art, both him and the ink dotting his skin. He doesn't make a single sound as he moves, and time itself seems to slow down to watch him for just a little longer.
The chill of the night air seeps into my bones and I pull my blanket a little further over my shoulders. He giggles, leaning over me to plant a gentle kiss to my temple. I snake my arms around his and pull him closer.
He climbs into the bed next to me and rests his head in the crook of my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist. I subconsciously run my fingers through his silky hair, weaving random strands through my hands.
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Chained By The Witch
RomanceA story about a grieving girl finding love and learning magick. A prophecy decides her fate, will she survive? Prologue: A dark cell envelops me in silence. Almost nothing can be heard, just the occasional scurry of a rat or water dripping from the...
