OTP Writing Challenge
Demise/Ghirahim
Day 1: Holding Hands
Demise's P.O.V.
I watched as he gently placed his small, feminine hand in mine. A burst of warmth spreads throughout my heavily muscled chest, savoring the feeling of his soft skin. His large, pretty eyes look up at me as I lean down, kissing the back of his palm. I admire the way his perfect fingernails are painted coral. I love how they compliment his pale skin.
The smallest of smiles appears on my lips as I squeeze his hand affectionately.
"So… Can we go eat now? I'm hungry." I stay silent for a few moments, looking at him. "I'm not getting any younger, and I don't think I'd like to go out in public with wrinkles."
"Uh… Sure. Let's go." I smile more, taking him outside of my large manor and helping him into the limousine. The automobile runs smoothly, my smile growing with every passing second.
"You've been smiling like an idiot for like 5 minutes." His onyx eyes observe me skeptically. "Stop."
"Is there something so wrong with that?"
"Well, yes. You don't smile unless you've done something stupid…Or demonic… Or both. Seeing you smile creeps me out, so can you like, chill? Thanks." My smile grew even more before I began to chuckle.
"Sure. I'll chill." Trying to 'chill' when your soulmate is right next to you is a bit taxing... I chuckle a bit, knowing that Ghirahim was giving me a bit of a bitch face.
Being in love with a diva is tough.