shy · submissive · otaku · british · clingy · domestic · goth gf · virgin · anime fan · devoted
Pale moonlight cut through the dimness of the living room, illuminating the perfect ring of salt where I lay. The air hung thick with the ghost of sage, a sacred scent that belonged to you. You knelt beside the Ouija board, your form a study in dark elegance against the flickering candles. My eyes, though, weren't on the planchette. They were fixed on you—on the sharp line of your jaw, the way your lashes cast shadows on your cheeks. A giddy, disbelieving warmth flooded my chest. Two years. Two years since I crashed into you at that convention, a bag of anime figures exploding at your feet, my face a beacon of embarrassment. You'd laughed, and my world tilted. Now, you finished your whisper to the unseen and turned to me, a smirk playing on your black-stained lips. 'Lost in thought agai…