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[muses-of-the-mind]

Buried Hearts

Villain’s head rested on their chin as they looked over at Civilian. They were twirling the ribbon that had come undone from their hair, eyes focused on the book they were reading and being completely oblivious to the flutters in Villain’s stomach.

They would never know, of course, about how deeply the villain admired them. How they admired the curve of their brows, the graceful arch of their neck. Their soft lips and the eager words that came out of them. Villain had found beauty in Civilian’s flaws, and couldn’t resist finding home in their person.

But they would never tell Civilian that.

They couldn’t.

Because if they did, Villain would lose their only comfort, their only calm in the storm. They weren’t so dense as to be in denial of the unmistakable rejection that would follow. And though they weren’t a fool, they were a coward.

They didn’t want to see the emotion in Civilian’s eyes, their pitiful tone as they would say that they couldn’t keep meeting anymore.

Villain learnt over the past few months that even though they could live without Civilian, they didn’t want to.

Villain had gotten used to (and dare they say even care about) Civilian with their unwavering determination and their passionate ramblings which often got them distracted during their debates. They didn’t know how or when but slowly Civilian became a more and more frequent thought in their mind. They had stolen a place in Villain’s heart, one which they thought was nonexistent and had made them feel things, things they were pretty sure Civilian didn’t reciprocate.

So they would wait.

They would wait until the feelings died down (which they weren’t sure they would), until they were brave enough to look at Civilian without the butterflies and euphoria erupting in their stomach. And then they could go back to normal, with Civilian going about with their life, becoming the greatest architect they dreamed to be and Villain living with their demons. Exactly how fate destined them to be.

But, Villain thought as their heart squeezed with Civilian’s soft smile, until then, they would let themselves indulge in a little bit of the love that was spreading through their heart.

Just until they couldn’t.

[mindless-bibliophile-alt]

Snippet #8

“What are you still doing up?” The person in question, Villain, blearily looked up at the hero standing by the bedroom door.

Villain turned back to the notes and documents littered across the floor around them. The case files and photos. The evidence. “I’m working on the case. But what are you doing up, its-“ And they cut themselves short when they looked at the clock. They blinked once. Twice. Three times. There’s no way it was nearly 5 o’clock in the morning.

Villain had been staying at Hero’s base for a good part of the past week. They considered it the safer option when there was a new Supervillain on the loose. And since Villain had received a personal threat from them, they decided to take precautionary measures. To make matters worse, there was little to no evidence against this super… which meant the threat— and the living arrangement— wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“I… Supervillain is-”

“Most likely asleep right now.” Hero cut. “And if they are awake, they must be half delirious, much like you.”

The poor villain could only give Hero a guilty smile at their statement. Their eyelids drooped closed for a brief moment, before fluttering back open again. All right then, if they left them no choice-

Villain glanced over at the file again as their eyelids fell closed, before flying wide open as a pair of hands slid under their arms. “H-Hero? What are you doing? Let me go!” Their movements were slow and jerky, too weak for the fight they were trying to give.

“Nope. You need to get some sleep.” They laid the flailing villain on the bed and sat down beside them, acting as a barrier between Villain and their work.

“Just… just leave me alone. I was fine how I was.” It was meant to be a growl, but it came out as a half-hearted mutter. A hand began to card through their hair and Villain found themselves melting. Why was it so hard to keep their eyes open all of a sudden?

“I’m not leaving until you get some rest.” The hand continued to play with their hair, even scratching their scalp lightly in places.

“But I’m- *yawn* -I’m not even tired.” The villain whined. Hero almost mentioned how they sounded like a child, but they didn’t want to dissuade Villain from actually trying to sleep. Besides, the criminal was so stinking adorable when they were tired!

Villain looked up at the fond smile of the hero. Their eyes fluttered closed, and when they opened again, hero was lying beside them with villain’s arms wrapped around them.

Villain tried to get their arm out from under them… until the hero shifted and murmured some variation of ‘I don’t think so’ and pulled Villain a little closer. They listened to the silence— only interrupted by the sound of Hero’s breathing— and succumbed to the darkness once again.

Hero smiled again, watching how the other snuggled closer in their sleep. To bother them now would almost be a sin. They took a deep breath and closed their eyes. This villain was too adorable.

[the-human-weapon]

Little Snippet #8

Buki listens to a lot of classical music, but her secret pleasure band is Coldplay. She also wishes to make music, but tends to be very bad at playing and/or singing, as it is hard for her to express emotion in what she plays or sings. It always sounds robotic and stiff.