Summary: The Toymaker wasn't... A normal boyfriend you could say. Did he really love you, you couldn't help but wonder if it was better to be with a human.
Author's Note: This was a request @all-seeingeye . Sorry for taking this long, my health hasn't been the best, but now I am able to write again! Yay! So I truly hope you like this, I am a bit rusty... Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have an amazing spring. :)
You loved the man, without a doubt, however lately you had been thinking about what your life would be with a... Normal boyfriend.
Your eyes slowly moved scanning the man behind the counter. The german fagaçe was on as you liked to think. The Toymaker had many sides to him, each slightly different from each other. You loved him dearly, but you would sometimes think that who did you exactly love?
Who exactly was the Toymaker?
Your stomach twisted making you feel sick. Was everything just an act of his? Were you a prop for one of his "sides"? But most importantly, did the Toymaker love you?
Did he really even love you?
Your mouth felt dry and your hands needed something to do. You started to organise one of the shelves in the shop. However once your thoughts let themselves in, they were not going to leave anytime soon.
Maybe you should have fallen in love with a human instead? Guilt flooded your head instantly after the thought.
"Do you love me?", you asked quietly, your voice was uneven. Even the desert of Sahara had more water than your mouth had saliva. Your hands instead were clammy and cold.
Were you really panicking?
"Und what is that question meine libeling?", The Toymaker asked not really paying attention to your shaking body.
Were you shaking? Apparently, yes.
"Cut it out! Just say that you don't love me!", you cried out afraid your legs wouldn't work. You couldn't see his reaction, your back was turned to him.
"What is wrong my dear?", a soft and smooth hypnotizing voice asked close to your ear making shivers go down your spine. The Toymaker had dropped the german accent making you realise he didn't appreciate you yelling at him.
A tear rolled down your cheek, and after that tears just kept coming.
"I- I just. Do you love me?", you asked again feeling how his hands snaked their way around you. Pulling your back to his chest.
He pressed his lips to your ear and was quiet for a moment.
"And what makes you ask that question?", The Toymaker quietly asked. His warmness was comforting, his scent wrapped you into a safe bubble.
"I don't know what is 'you', what truly is the real you?", you quietly asked closing your eyes.
The Toymaker was quiet, his grip got a little tighter around you.
"I am the Toymaker", he whispered while pressing feathery kisses down to your neck making you shiver again. Then he got back to your ear again.
"And The Toymaker loves you my dear, and I can say, he loves you very much"
He stopped with the small kisses and you could feel the Cheshire cat smile spreading on his face.
The Toymaker raised his lips one last time to your ear and whispered.
"Oh, and The Toymaker is going to show you know how much he loves you. And it is so much that no human could ever love you that much"
That moment you knew, that he most definitely knew.
