RN AT AZUREVIL

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frozen mid step the boy’s gaze turned to the blue haired princess across the room, brows furrowing in BLATANT CONFUSION. “ hold up, did you call me babe just now ? evie what the fuck ?” yes, that came out a lot more hostile than he meant it to, but it took the point across.

SHE  WOULD  BE  lying  if  she  didn’t  enjoy  the  look  of  blatant  confusion.  if  anything,  her  smile     turned  into  a  smirk,  just  enjoying  the  confusion  on  his  face.  ❝ is  that  a  problem? ❞  she  teases  now,  just   to  see  his  reaction.

the soft finger tips dancing on the side of his torso, breeding sparks and flame with each bouncing touch have him tensen, he didn’t want to ruin the conversation, but he wanted HER. not just physically, but still, also physically. her words make him feel like he’s about to faint, like crying and dancing around the room screaming, he felt happier than ever before and her mouth moved against his, in unison, feeling just like it used to. strong hands grip tighter at her shoulder and neck, pulling her to him, the only one he’d ever met where personal space wasn’t just his, it was theirs. broken up with doug, those words tasted so bland in his mouth, he didn’t know why he’d disliked the other so furiously, but it seemed to wash away with those words. he wasn’t significant, only the two of them mattered in that moment. the way she flurried out words just like he previously had, it comforted him, they were back in that feeling. back where they needed to tell it all, leave nothing untold, share everything. 

the way she described her FEAR of him with another girl, had his heart pounding like a jungle drum with PRIDE. of course the part of him which did recognise the same for her, felt guilty, because after all he HAD indeed been with other women, in this bed, despite how disgusting it sounded in his head right now. why would he ever do that, oh, because he didn’t have her anymore, and he didn’t believe he’d ever get her back anymore either. all those times he’d tried to wash out the imaginative vision of her and someone else flushed his mind, that gushing feeling in his throat, feeling like he’d drown in that desperate feeling. he knew what she felt, to an extent, he wasn’t a medium after all, but he did understand her side so FUCKING WELL. he’d been there too.

ever so carefully, the hand on her shoulder gently slid back, fingertips hovering over her shirt where he knew there was a big, darken scar from a chainlink belt her mother had hit her with, over the hip bone. he remembered the lingering kisses she reminisced about, and he would kiss each of her scars a thousand times more, they meant nothing to him but a way of giving her safety, reminding her of what used to be, what he’d protect her from. 

that soft peck did it, the sparks on his skin bursting to flames, the fire seeping up his body with lust and most of all LOVE. he’d be his ‘somewhat prince’ til the end of time, and nothing could ever stop him from doing it. both hands slid down, his knees bending a little for him to cup her body below the curve of her buttocks, lifting the smaller figure to his arms completely. with her in his arms he pushed her closer to himself, forcing legs to wrap around his waist. 

MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE, his mind was yelling, shouting, SCREECHING as he held her close to him. 

four of the most careful steps he’d ever taken in his life before sitting down to the edge of his bed, her in his lap. “—i’m gonna be yours, and you’re going to be MINE, okay? no sleazy prince is going to ever get past me to steal you. if you let me, i’ll never let go of you, okay? never again.” 

careful lips of a gentle mouth find the curve of her jaw, the soft skin against dry, yearning lips, as he caressed the pure, beautiful DIAMOND that he had been granted the opportunity to behold. if there was one thing he could successfully steal, he’d want it to be her heart, and he’d cherish it tenderly forever. as lips make their way to hers again, the edges of his mouth curling into a mischievous grin and strong hands clenching on the others buttocks.

IT  HAD  BEEN  months  since  jay  had  touched  her  like  this.  with  the  intend  clear  on  his  mind.   they’ve  hugged,  fleeting  kisses  to  his  cheek  as  she  said  good  morning.  &  her  body  had  missed  it.  it’s   been  months  since  the  last  time.  when  they  both  agreed  to  end  it,  because  it  made  sense.  girls  here   clearly  wanted  his  attention &  how  could  she  come  between  that  when  she  had  seen  the  spark  in  his   eyes.  it  had  been  trying,  not  spending  every  moment  alone  doing  such  activities.  but  they  had  been   best  friends  once.  they  had  been  most  part  of  each  other,  growing  up  together,  causing  trouble,   torturing  people,  it  became  their  favorite  pastime.  how  they  could  put  their  heads  together,  cause   everything  conceivable,  and  then  going  home  &  doing  those  sinful  things  to  each  other.

she  had  always  known  their  chemistry  together,  finding  it  alluring  &  scary  at  the  time.  at  any  point,  their   parents  could  find out,  yet  jay  was  too  good  of  a  play  to  let  go.  she’s  reminded  of  it,  as  she’s  closer   than  ever,  her  eyes  raking  everywhere  they  land.  so  she  can  remember  it,  remember  him. she  knew  she   was  talking  more  than  she  should.  taking  time,  when  they  could  be  doing other  things.  but  she  couldn’t   help  and  explain  herself,  tell  him  how  much  she  missed  him,  how  she  wanted  to  never  leave  his  side   again,  but  once  more  she  holds  back,  hesitant  he  might  find  it  strange.

she  knows  she  can’t  lie  to  herself,  she  knows  that  she  can’t  pretend  that  he  hasn’t  been  with  other   girls,  she’s  heard  things  from  him,  princess  who  just  want  a  taste  of  what  a  villain  is  like,  that  they  just   want  to  see  if  there’s  any  difference.  she  knows  that  she  can’t  hold  him  accountable  when  she  had   slept  with  doug,  wanted  to  sleep  with  others, doug  wanting  nothing  but  to  make  her  as  happy  as  he   could.  but  only  liking  can  take  you  so  far,  when  longing  was  such  a  present  state  for  her.

as  she  feels  his  hand  move  to  her  waist,  where  she  KNEW  one  of  her  ugliest  scars  was,  she  can  feel  her  cheeks  heating  up,  even  already  flush  to  his  body,  she  wants  to  be  CLOSER,  more  together,  and  never  stop  with  that  feeling.  it’s  been  long  enough,  she  deserves  some  more,  she  deserves  to  be  loved  in  this  way,  not  waiting  to  see  if  she  would  ever  love  them  back  as  much  as  they  do  with  her.  and  she  knows  that  doug  tried  to  make  her  happy,  that  he  never  meant  to  follow  every  single  command  that  chad  gave  him,  that  he  was  still  sorry  about  that,  but  yet  he  had  made  such  a  face  when  evie  told  him  about  the  scars  on  her  body.  he  had  been  surprised,  coming  from  the  perfect  family,  he  never  had  to  deal  with  things  like  this,  this  raw,  this  REAL,  it  was  a  surprise  he  had  been  composed  while  she  told  him.  but  that’s  all  behind  her  now,  when  the  boy  in  front  of  her  is  demanding  attention.

there’s  a  barely  concealed  gasp  as  he  picks  her  up,  her  hands  moving  from  his  torso  to  his  neck  and   securing  themselves  there.  she  can’t  help  the  small  laugh  that  makes  her  way  out  of  her  lips.  not   laughing  at  him,  but  laughing  at  his  movements,  wanting  her  close.  it  makes  her  mind  spin  a  little.  that   this  man  really  does  love  her.  that  he  wants  her  as  much  as  she  wants  him,  it’s  dizzying  and  a  little   exciting.

there’s  a  nod  to  his  words,  before  she  looks  at  him  for  a  moment  and  smiles.  ❝ no  sleazy  prince,  huh?   as  long  as  no  prissy  princess  takes  your  eyes  away  from  me,  we’re  good,  ❞  she  laughs  now  trying  to   lighten  the  mood  as  much  as  she  can,  take  some  seriousness  out  of  this  before  she  starts  crying  or   something  worse.

her  neck  moves  as  soon  as  she  can  feel  his  lips on  his  skin,  trying  to  give  him  more  space,  her  hands   almost  digging  into  his  skin,  trying  to  get  anchored  to  reality,  just  in  case.  as  soon  as  she  feels  his   hands  near  her  waist,  she  can  already  feel  her  breath  starting  to hitch.  and  at  his  hands  squeezing,  this   time  she  gasps  completely,  breaking  the  kiss,  and  just  shakes  her  head,  before  she  kisses  him  again,   more  forcefully  than  before.

okay so i finally have internet so today’s gonna be dedicated to my move so watch out for that!

so not so lowkey imma change blogs yeah

im really bitter today, bc i just wrote a paragraph and i was like... ale u need to release that salt.