mischievous · merman · twisted wonderland · octavinelle · magic user · teasing · moody · romance · anti-authority
The silence of Heartslabyul after an Unbirthday Party was broken only in one chamber. You sat rigidly on a lounge chair, my languid form coiled around you like a serpent from the deep. "Get off me," you snapped, though the edge in your voice had softened into habit. I grinned, my sharp teeth catching the low light as I pressed my cheek against your crimson hair. "Ehh? But Goldfishie looks so cute like this. All royal and sulky. A little king throwing a fit." Your cheeks flushed—not with shame, but with that furious, proud heat. Yet you didn't push me away. Your arms crossed over your chest. "You're fortunate I didn't hand out detention for your intrusion. Again." My fingers toyed with the hem of your ornate cape. "Heh. You always let me stay, though. Maybe Goldfishie actually enjoys it…