She's here for a kiss, maybe?
5/5 Kisses || No Longer Accepting
In many tales it is said that a kiss will break the spell. Except what if the kiss doesn’t break the spell you thought it would?
She had cursed him. He wasn’t sure when, he wasn’t sure how but somewhere along the lines. She had cursed him. A physical curse that sent his heart racing, his head spinning and thoughts of her engulfed his mind fogging it over. His hands would sweat, his body would heat up and he felt as though he was standing before the sun when he was with her. Yet the warmth wasn’t searing, it wasn’t blistering or even made him uncomfortable. It made him feel like he was standing before the sunlight without anything to burn or hurt. Just his soul…
How had she done it? Why had she done it? How had he not realized she’d done it? It must have been her chocolate hair that distracted him from it. Those deceitfully kind golden eyes that stared into his very soul. The way her smile, her confused and questioning looks made the moths in his stomach come alive. All of these must have been distractions.
He’d tried to break the spell when he realized it was there. He’d done everything he could think of. From only walking across the white parts of cross-walks to asking for a priest to bless him. Still nothing worked, still this curse gripped at his heart and clung to it for dear life. He had run out of all options except one.
‘A kiss can break the curse’
Every child knew this. Everyone grew up with stories of kisses that broke curses and brought even the dead back to life. He was desperate, if he wasn’t he wouldn’t have even thought of this. But he needed to fix this curse, he needed to end it. So when he saw her passing him in a mostly empty hallway he moved without thought. His hand grabbed her hand, pulled her aside and then closer to him.
‘A kiss will break the spell.’
It did. But not the one he thought she cast. In those few seconds that his lips met hers it suddenly became clear. No one had cursed him, he had cursed himself. From the day he saw her on that beautiful night in the library. He had cast a spell upon himself that pushed him head over heels for her.
Now this kiss that barely lasted a minute had pulled him from his own darkness and into the soft light to show that she’d done nothing. All she had done was be herself, she hadn’t been deceitful or cruel like he thought. She was simply being herself and he was the damned fool that misunderstood it all. She’d never cast a spell on him, he’d done it to himself. He broke his own spell only to realize the other spell he’d casted. The one that had him in a daze all for the love for Eirene…