A/N: So, this story was inspired by a picture with around 5 lines, I made it a bit bigger.
I don't know where the picture originates from, though.
Anyway, hope you enjoy it xD
Disclaimer: I only own the voices in my head.
I wanted to sleep with you. For a long time actually.
No, I do not mean sex. I mean sleep. Just the two of us.
Together. Wearing only pyjamas. Under the blankets.
In your bed. Like this. Door locked, to keep anyone out.
You're laying on my arm. My other hand is on your tummy.
Drawing circles around your belly botton, while being held by your hand.
I kept the window cracked, so it's chilly and you have to cuddle more into me.
I'm staring at you. The moonlights illuminates your face, showing a hint of sadness.
You turn to look at me. Our eyes lock.
We're not talking, there's only the muffled cries that you let slowly seep away from your blood gurgling mouth as I slit your throat with a rusty pair of scissors and sacrifice your worthless life to the dark overlord.
Don't hate me pwease?
I has cookies. :3
So, for those of you following/reading the wicked witch of the west, sorry for the lack of updates.
I had this idea, wrote the prologue, and uploaded it immediately.
I'll now try to write multiple chapters so I can upload more regularly later on.
So no updates for a while, sowwy.
-I'm just not that fast of a writer
Lucas
P.S. The first readers, is this a T or M-rated story?