A little oneshot of a couple.
Warning: There might be some triggering stuff, for this oneshot features a yandere.
The sun set ablaze to the sleeping sky and torched it down with its restless flames. With this moment, the world was awoken. Sunlight eagerly bounced off every single crevice it could reach. It travelled down the mountains and pushed through the forests until it found itself sneaking into the household of an interwoven couple, who were still in the realm of dreams, and caressed their countenance gently, as if trying to nudge them awake. It lingered and lingered, until one of them was awoken by its warm presence.
The male stirred lightly, mindful of his lightly snoring lover, of whom he embraced from behind with a hold that seemed like he thought she could disappear if he does so much as adjust his grip. His eyes fluttered open slowly, revealing such deep blue seas that could put the oceans out of commission. They moved across the obsidian block of hair he loved so much and repeated the action over and over to burn its image into his mind. Sure, they had the same color of hair, but this man would argue that her hair shines more brightly than his. That it was woven from the depths of midnight, that stars were sprinkled lightly so that it could shine—
He buried his face into her hair softly and inhaled the ever-so-familiar scent that he was so infatuated with. He did it again and again to engrave it fully in his lungs. To him, the sweet and delicate scent made him experience heaven on Earth with just a whiff. He was addicted, he was sure of it. And he would gladly admit it, if ever to get another sample.
And her touch, oh her touch, her skin, and her lovely complexion. Her absolutely beautiful and caramel-like skin.
Oh, what extents he would go to just to feel her skin and against his. What he would do just to touch it, and every thing he would kill just to have a little taste. His lips went down to her nape and brushed against it tenderly. Then they went down to the nook of her neck and shoulders. In a moment of self-indulgence, his tongue flicked out and licked the soft patch of skin resting there.
There was nothing he could compare it to, how she tasted. That’s one of the things that he and the other person in his mind could agree to.
He continued slithering his tongue upwards to the base of her jawline, and kissed the still moist skin from his little ministration. He breathed out gently, trying to resist his urge to sink his teeth in her neck and taste her sweet, sw e et bl oo—
He noticed that her breathing had become a bit uneven, and was a little disheartened that this moment in bed he had with her was going to end soon. He unconsciously clenched his fist, and buried his face into the woman’s short and obsidian locks of hair, her lovely scent assaulting each and every bit of his senses.
‘If only this moment could last forever, brother…’ a voice in his mind said, vaguely sounding like his own.
It was the other person in his mind, it seemed.
The person eagerly added, ‘Scratch that, we could lock her up and have her to ourselves forever!’
And while he would gladly agree, he knew that he shouldn’t, for it’d be very cruel of him to keep his beloved little lotus hidden from the waters of the world, from the light, as delightful as it sounded. His beloved lotus would wilt and decay, and he wanted nothing like that to ever happen to his most precious possession. Her happiness mattered, and he knew that his little flower won’t be able to depend on him solely for that important nutrient.
‘But doesn’t it seem like a great idea?’ The voice threw at him, the offer taunting him despite his resolve being set in stone.
‘Well, if only it was without such dire consequences,’ he shot back, though not really disagreeing, and the voice quieted.
The woman enveloped in his arms squirmed, and he knew that he won’t be able to keep her there much longer. Unless…
Ah, yes! It was their resting period today.
The sadness he felt earlier was a waste of feelings, it seemed. The sunlight began to pour in streams, the curtains proving useless for the bright beams of light that managed to creep in the uncovered strips of the window and disturb the stirring woman. He fixated his attention once more to the lovely visage of his precious lotus, who has probably been awoken by now.
She hummed, still a bit groggy from sleep, but he was very happy to be able to hear her voice.
“Shane, Aeron—both of you, good morning...” She greeted, sleep seeping into her tone of voice, but Shane and Aeron wouldn’t have it any other way. They adored her melodious and heavenly voice so that they would have fought monsters and devils just to feel it run through their ears and make their heart beat. Even for just a little moment.
“Good morning, Renchii. Did you get a good sleep?” Shane quietly voiced, waiting for her reply, eager to keep hearing his beloved Renchii’s mellifluous voice greeting his ears. Eager to feel it wrap around his head and make him feel more like himself.
If he could, he would make a blanket out of her voice and wrap it around himself for the whole of eternity.
She only hummed in response, and although the azure-eyed man wanted to hear more, there was always later…
She squiggled, suddenly, and squiggled and squiggled some more, until she has shifted her position entirely so that now, their faces were upon each other, and their breaths lightly mingled.
Shane, though he had already seen her face at least a few thousand times, still couldn’t get over how empyreal her visage is. Smooth and lightly blemished skin, imperfect, but still so soft and so loveable. Such plump, soft-looking, and inviting lips, ones that he would touch, kiss, and taste forever if he could…
He could go on forever. And oh, he would…
Renchii’s eyes flitted open, and Shane took a sharp intake of air. He was always like this whenever he met her eyes. Such curious murky brown depths. She could be dragging him down in the depths of the abyss right now with those eyes and he would be thanking her for it. And if he could, and he would, he would kill anyone else other than him that has dared to take a peek in those mysterious dark swamps…
Shane lifted a large hand up to her face and sweetly caressed her cheeks with his thumb. It was so soft that it could rival the very pillows they lie on. For this split-souled man, they didn’t deserve to be touched by his rough and calloused and obviously overworked hands.
Nevertheless, Renchii leaned in towards his warm palm, smiling, touched by the little gesture. She always loved his touch, always so tender and loving. Always so much warmth.
To summarize, she loved this man very much too, regardless of what surprises he brought with him. He was such a sweetheart to her, and she finds it so endearing. She loved him and how his presence and his scent always made her feel warm everywhere…
If only she paid heed to all the raging flames that fueled his ever-so-enthralling warmth…
The moment she smiled, Shane was struck with a lightning so powerful it reverberated through his body and shook his very core. He was awestruck and he absolutely loved every single moment and every single feeling that came with it.
He would burn in purgatory a thousand times just to see that smile.
No matter how many times she gave him her sweet, sweet smiles, this twin-souled man’s reaction will never stray from amazement. Her smiles were paradisiac and he would kill anything and everything to see it even just once in his life. Hell, she could just smile at him and he would worship her, offer his entire being for her, just to keep seeing her smile.
He smiled back at her, already filled to the brim with energy from the smile she gave him. It takes only that to energize him for a whole day, it seems. He wants to be the only one to see it every day, but he knows that that’s not possible.
He’s already ki lled for that e lect rifyi ng smile of hers—
They shared a little eskimo kiss, with sparks of warmth shared, and Shane buried his face into her chest, where some of Renchii’s ambrosial scent was most concentrated.
She was wearing a navy-blue-and-green-stripe round-neck sweater right now, but for his enhanced senses he could still hear her heart beating steadily and it soothed him and his other half like they were listening to their beloved flames crackling happily as it slowly burned. He contentedly closed his eyes and nuzzled closer, until she could feel his warm breath through her clothing.
Renchii ran her hand through his slightly gravity-defying and spiky hair and weaved through his fluffy mane. He could do nothing but breath out a sigh and to lightly tighten his iron grip around her waist.
Absolutely nothing else could give them these feelings.
He loved her so much that without her, his life wouldn’t have much of a purpose other than to have an end. Without her hands and touches, he would be but a lump of untouched clay on the table.
Bland, shapeless, and faceless…
She’d saved him from his troubled and attention-depraved self when they were just children. While his mother and father ignored him in favor of his little brother, she was always there to provide him with all the love and care and affection he needed. All the things his parents never took the time to give him, she provided him with most of what she’s able to do so for him. For them.
Shane and Aeron would sometimes become so touch-starved and often times overcome with a heavy loneliness that he sometimes couldn’t lift himself up to do what he needs, but who was there to help them up and go through another day?
Shane would often over work himself trying to be the best he can, forcing himself to endure such grueling hardships and activities to be noticed by his parents. His little brother Luke noticed it, sure, and that always cheered him up, especially when he was praised by his little brother who looked up to him.
But his efforts were always brushed off. His parents treated him like a spare and it saddened him so, but Renchii was always there to cheer for him and give him her thoughts of admiration and amazement.
Shane and Aeron bonded with each other through those times and although they continue to annoy each other in this shared body, they’ll always agree on some particular things. Sometimes, though, they couldn’t agree with each other and argued inside the little space they have to themselves, which is their mind. This would often cause them to act irritated and tense at work and at home sometimes, but who was always able to get them into a civil agreement with each other?
It was always Renchii. Always been her that was able to strengthen their flames or was able to douse them down. Always her.
So unconsciously, he went and attached himself to her to feel and get more of her love and attention. He gravitated to her and slowly, him and the other had become dependent and addicted to her presence that they wouldn’t be able to function properly for a day when she wasn’t able to give him attention and love in the morning and needed to leave earlier. He would always be uncomfortably shaking and trembling and craving to get that drug called her love and her care and her touches and—
She had him wrapped up and around her little fingers and he loved it, so long as she kept giving him what she always did, he’ll stay like that forever and ever and do what ever she might want and get her what ever she might need…
Oh, she wants him to end the world as we know it? Oh, sure!
A nyt hin g fo r h is b elov ed .. .
He’ll set aflame to nations and torch down whole continents with his bare hands if that will make her happy. He’ll kill anyone and everyone she wants him to. He will end his own life if she ever asks him to. He would even arrange her own death if she wants him to, so long as he gets to be the one to keep her body…
All of which, serves as an example as to how far Shane and Aeron’s love for Renchii can and will stretch.
He’s extremely weak for her. Well, they’re extremely weak for her, but these twins won’t have it any other way.
They’ll stick with her for the rest of time.
He laid a soft little kiss on her collarbone and went back to nuzzling her chest, gently being pulled back to sleep by her hands’ caresses that seemed to make him feel sparks of static electricity every time they moved and weaved through his silky and fluffy hair. A low rumble echoed in his chest seemingly like a contented purr.
It was pure bliss. A heavenly feeling that he’ll only get and take from his one and only darling little lotus.
'We’ll love her and have her to ourselves for the end of time.'
