Your voice was harsh, almost guttural as you now stared at your skeletal boyfriend, who now backed off with his claws up in surrender. Watched as he was obviously spooked by how sudden you bit at him, for something so innocent and normally; So sweet.
Instant regret filled your chest.
“I’m-... So sorry, Love.” You spoke. “I didn’t mean-”
“wha’ did i do?” He stopped you, his face curious and voice soft.
Yeah, what did he do? Asking yourself, sighing as you rubbed your face.
“Nothing, Bab-”
“no, wha’ did i do? was it somethin’ i said?” He gently pushed.
“...I-... Don’t like being called-... Soulmate.” You deflated, looking at him.
“oh... s’ tha’ all?” He perked up, blinking at you.
His reaction got you to smile. “Yeah... It just-... Brings back some memories from my past I’d rather keep there... Didn’t mean to snap at you, the word just kept popping up today, and... Guess I had enough of it. I shouldn’t have let myself attack you like that, I’m sorry, Sweetie.”
Russ waved you off easily, though gently took your hand in his, smiling warmly.
“if tha’s all i did, then i won’ say it again.” Leaning in, he gently nuzzled your forehead with his; Before he stopped and blinked at you. “...wait, have otha’s been callin’ ya Soulmate? theirs?... they know, yer mine... right?”
A soft giggle escaped as you held his hand, squeezing it as you leaned against his arm.
“No, Love... People were just talking about their own. I don’t act on it; I’ve been desperately trying to kick it out of my head-”
“n’ here i go n call ya mine...” He huffed with a playful pout, but wrapped you in his arm and dragged you into his lap.
“Well, I mean-... You were trying to be sweet, and here-... I snapped at you.” You sighed, nuzzling into him. “You’re my-... Sweetest dream. My final destination.”
“... ya say tha’ like yer gunna go n die on m’soon.” He leaned and gave you an odd look, questioning you with a smirk. “wha’re ya sayin’, Babe?”
“That you’re my light in the dark.” You bluntly said, before a smirk came on your own face. “I mean... If you want me to say-”
“nope.” He put his finger to your lips, knowing how dark you could get.
“nah, m’good... bu’ if yer nah m’Soulmate... wha’ do ya think we could be?”
Resting into his body, you thought... Thought for a while as you listened to his soul thrum so soft and gently under his jacket. Like a melody, it was soothing you to sleep.
“...You’re my Promise... To a better life. Together. Forever.”
