'𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚'
Blythe is a genie, her entire life dedicated to giving everyone what they want with no questions asked because no one cares what she thinks, and they care less what she wants.
Jack is a knight, a soldie...
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𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
To the lovers who have all the odds stacked against them
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
"I know I'm not meant to want things for myself," she blinked slowly, still twirling a piece of my hair between her fingertips as she stared up at me with those drunken violet eyes. "But sometimes, "She hiccupped, "When I'm alone, I get giddy at the thought of owning something," My heart clenched at the childlike yearning, "Nothing huge or crazy, I'd even settle for one thing if someone ever asked me."
"What would you own?" I asked her, reaching up to remove her hands, but she only used the motion to entwine our fingers.
"You'll think it's pathetic," she moaned, almost annoyed that I'd asked. Before I could argue she cut me off, "Even in my wildest dreams my own life doesn't belong to me, it's sad really, I've actually found something I want more than I want my freedom." She didn't continue, but her gaze had sharpened at me and suddenly a feeling of deep guilt rose up my throat.
"I'm right here Blythe," I tried reassuring, "You don't need to ask for me."
She sniffed, recoiling like I'd spat a great insult at her, "You're here, Jack," she agreed, before pulling away from me, "But you're not mine."
𝐀 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒
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