Nervous | Seer x Reader
Involves Seer being interested in a more reserved/shy person.
kinda corny
Wordcount: 724
Nervous
You were like something entirely unexplored, just as unique as the intense feeling you roused too.
And If there was anything the man appreciated, it was the beauties of the world.
And, you, were captivating.
You were remarkable in the sense that you were humble, as though your talents were simply common.
For whatever reason, that desire to fall back into the shadows and blend with everything else made you stand out even more.
-It added more to your charm.
You were alluring even whilst hiding, ultimately becoming the muse to many of his creations.
You had to know how beautiful you were...right?
There were numerous times that Seer wondered if you ever smiled while looking toward a companion; if you ever found yourself comforted enough to look anyone in the eye.
He wondered if your smile ever existed without a modest hand, and much more if he'd ever be gracious enough to catch a glimpse of it, until that day...
.
.
.
"Thank you," you said while reaching out to him.
-Always so hushed and serene, enticing a gentle heat to fan over his face, especially as his heart's rhythm begins to suddenly feel frantic.
He's no stranger to excitement, the adrenaline that rushes deep within too.
-But this is entirely different, it almost frightens him with how he freezes.
It's never in him to run nor cower, and yet he feels too humbled as he's in your presence.
"it is nothing," he insists, and the honey in his voice is much sweeter when he addresses you.
It's warmer too.
The way your eyes drag over to him as you offer him a sweet smile is nearly too much.
The many chords of his heartstrings are strum, and as he sees that single expression offered to him, he feels his hands too warm.
They begin to sweat and he has to subtly brush them over his pants to get rid of that clammy feeling.
"I owe you one," You respond, and as he shakily hands over the item, his fingers gently brush yours.
Almost simultaneously he can hear your heart perform a single leap that matches the one in his chest.
It's a jumpstart that begins all at that one spark that lights between your ghosting touch.
He's at a loss for words, and nothing but a sound escapes him, a soft breath that stutters pathetically as he watches you quickly reach back, away from him.
He's never one to shy down himself, in fact, he's rarely ever anything but bold.
Do you recognize it?
Have you caught on to how much you rattle him?
Or do you feel it too?
Is that why you've chosen to flee, looking anywhere else that's not his illuminated gaze?
It's overwhelming, and silently his hands move over to his chest, not knowing what to say before he takes a bold step forward, finding himself.
your arm that sways at your side as you walk is caught right at the wrist, gently, without malice, yet firmly enough that you can't possibly hold offense.
In your surprise, you turn back to him, eyes curious, beautiful as always, and even moreso enchanting as they seem to sparkle.
Again your heart jumps, and it races soon after as you look at him.
You murmur his name all too sweetly, and he finds himself gazing as the artist who appreciates life and admires it's remarkable elements.
-which includes creating something as extraordinary as you.
His hand glides down from capturing your wrist to gently holding your hand in his, and as he looks to you, he knows he must seem uncertain.
"You have such a lovely smile,"
It's simple, a compliment he could easily spit out to anyone else who had impressed him, and yet it feels like a sentence he has just a bit of trouble confessing to.
The way you offer him another is blissfully torturous because he wants nothing more than to capture it.
-To glance at it longer than these few seconds so he could sketch it down by perfect memory.
-To press his lips to yours and feel their curve as he tastes them.
-To offer the sides of your face with the same gentleness he does now your single hand.
Just the thought leaves him nearly breathless, and he doesn't know how to proceed.
All he's truly comforted by is your small smile that persists.
Can you tell?
You make him so nervous