⠀⠀.｡*♡ﾟa/n: this is so crack-ish but it got a good laugh out of me tbh. Exam week is crazy, y'all. But I'll end everything in November just so I can write calmly in December.
"What is love?" Rook asked suddenly, his tone dragging his syllables dramatically as his fingers caressed the apples of your cheek serenely. The touch was chaotic and messy, just like Rook. "What is love if not yearning? What is love if you don't turn into a part of me, woven into the very fabric of my being?"
A breathy sigh leaves his throat, his eyes glistening with tears as he trembles then, getting on his knees and hugging your tied torso. For someone who loved to wax poetry like him, Rook was a creepy lad.
"I don't care about the moon crying, or the ticking of some celestial clock. I only know that I love you, and I won't abandon you, never." He cried, tears falling onto your belly as your heart struggled to beat right.
All this overreacting was because he was jealous. And jealousy didn't look good on him - far from it; he was being a pathetic dog. He was a howling beast who had clipped his own nails for your liking, who had forgotten how his teeth were sharp, if only the false sense of illusion kept you close.
"What if the air you breathe isn't me? What if your heart doesn't beat for me? When all I do is for you, for your own good, mon lupin." You rolled your eyes at his display. He wasn't being serious, was he?
'Oh, shut it, please." You were laughing, as he deposited his head over your knees as if he wanted you to pet him. And you did, spoiling your little dog. "I could never love anyone else and you know that."
"Promise?" He quipped almost immediately. His nails digging into his palms, his eyes holding a special gleam in them.
"I promise." You reassured him.
Just like that, Rook was feeling himself again; the hollow space between his ribcages being filled with his beating heart again, the color returning to his face as he kicked his feet mischievously.
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