SPOTIFY WRAPPED / ACCEPTING .
a boy like that / i have a love from west side story .
dawn seeped into the room like cooling lava , slow and cascading over everything it touched with a shimmer that felt sacred . or rather forbidden . the air itself still hummed with the remnants of the night ; bitter and sweet on her skin . completely charged with the faint crackle of magic spent in surrender . bonnie lay propped on an elbow , hovering above the frame she assumed to be sleeping beside her ; afraid any movement might completely shatter the fragile peace that settled between them .
klaus was as still as a painting , and just as beautiful as one too . an immortal carved in amber . chest exposed and arms glistening with the residue of glimmering red gloss that had transferred from her lips to his skin in the fever of the night . their proximity softened the cruel precision of his face ; morphed him into something the world could maybe worship instead of fear . his lashes casted faint shadows against the high cut of his cheekbones and bonnie couldn't help herself , she traced the shadows with the feather tip touch of her fingers .
guilt surged in her chest like an old river swollen with stormwater . centuries of whispered warnings and ancestral grudges traveling from one edge of her brain to the next , but the path to her heart had been blocked by his wolfish grin and piercing eyes . witches didn't love hybrids . they weren't meant to . they were a defiance in the face nature , an imbalance that could not be undone so she had to correct every disturbance he left behind . she could feel the weight of her lineage pressed against her ribs , it urged her to retreat , to remember where the lines were drawn in blood and history .
her traitorous , tender heart beat for him anyway .
" i have a love . . . " she whispered . an explanation to the spirits she felt listening , to the roots writhing outside the home , to herself for wanting him and him alone . " and it's all that i have . " she drew invisible constellations along the line of his jaw , mapping meaning down his neck and over his arms , seeking signs in the warmth beneath her finger tips . " right or wrong , what else can i do ? " it felt like touching the echo of a storm . a part left behind after all the thunder had went quiet .
" i love him . i'm his . "
quiet declaration choked in her throat ; breathing shaky as she lifted her hand to slip into his hair , curls twined around her like enchanted vines : wild , soft , alive . " and everything he is . . . " a pause . her eyes closed as the contradiction coiled within her . she no longer knew where righteousness ended and desire began . she only knew that she couldn't unlove him . " i am too . " / @bloodpsalm