Hey, all you lovely readers! I hope you're all doing fine on this beautiful Tuesday! This is my first time writing a story, so feel free to leave some constructive feedback to help me progress to a better publisher!
This one-shot will contain a bit of fluff later on, to give you some insight on what's to come. Now, onto some SPM action!
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Mimi was anxious to return to the castle after her little duel at the former Sammer's Kingdom. Her hindering towards the heroes really put them on a time-crunch despite her loss, and just thinking about it puts a soft smile on her face. But this mattered least to her, as her intentions were set on a certain jester, the one who keeps on stealing her personal diary as a means of exasperating her. If she had a nickel for every time it was taken from her, she'd have the currency to buy the Chaos Heart from the count.
She casually made her way inside the castle by pushing the doorway open. As per usual, the sky was completely blotted out by the uncertain coating of purple that consisted of the Void. It was never really Mimi's cup of tea, but she taught herself to stand with it for how ever long it'll age. In this instance, her elevated expression of thrilled proved to be a snub to the questionable atmosphere. She was hopeful that Dimentio was out and about so she could put her plan into action and perhaps get a kick out of what she was about to uncover.
Without a minute later had Mimi arrived in the living room. She laid her eyes over to where the Count's assistant was rocking back and forth on her favorite chair, eyes glued to the TV screen. She lightly waved her thin, stick-like hand at her, grabbing her attention. "Hey, Nassy! Is Dimentio home?"
The woman turned her gaze towards her comrade to reply, "I believe he went off to aid Mr. L if need be. Is there something up?" Nastasia looked a little bewildered after answering her question, and it didn't help when Mimi leaked out a snicker before responding to her.
"Nah, it's nothing." And as if on cue, she skipped out of the room, with the redhead eyeing her warily until she was no longer in sight. Luckily, she shook it off and returned to watching her show.
Mimi zoomed through the halls and ran for the stairway that led to the bedrooms. Once she reached the bottom, she quickened her steps, being extremely captivated to seeking revenge and not wanting to hesitate the slightest bit for the benefit of her. Perhaps there would be glamorous treasures concealed in this supposed vault, or some ancient mysteries lurking in the shadows. Whatever it is, this will be the perfect payment for the increasing amount of times Dimentio had mischievously taken her book into his own hands.
The second and top floor had shortly been set foot on by the girl, unsurprisingly. Now all that's left to do is get past the locked door that seals the room shut from trespassers. The key to the entrance is always pocketed by Dimentio whenever he leaves the room, which was most certainly a wise decision made. Unbeknownst to him, though, Mimi can shape-shift into anything—anything that suits whatever purpose she has to deal with. He may be the Master of Dimensions and has substantial knowledge on trickery, but it's nowhere near proficient enough to understand the mere concepts that are entitled to her own set of wizardry. One transformation to an appropriate key was enough to crack the door open. And she was now finally in!
Mimi took a quick look around, admiring the pink lighting that illuminated the room. She was a bit entranced by the scenery at first. It was a perfect fit for the magician, no doubt. As a matter of fact, almost everything here had that lavender vibe to it. This couldn't be praised for too long, however, as the Rubee lover has a job to do.
She began by rummaging through the jester's dresser, which obviously didn't reveal anything out-of-the-ordinary—just a bunch of clones that resembled his everyday attire. They were quickly dismissed as she next went through some of the other cabinets. A small frown sloped onto her face and a noiseless sigh exited her mouth when she noticed there to be nothing of interest. The disappointment seen from her expression indicated that she was losing hope, fast. To fast, to be exact.
"Oh, c'mon! That meanie must have something worthy in here!" She growled mentally. Shortly afterward, she had checked behind pictures, under nightstands, inside windows—literally every single object was scouted out, but in the end nothing stood out significantly from the rest. Just the same old, boring stuff was littered across this prohibited area of the castle.
Being upset, Mimi turned to leave but suddenly stopped when something was caught in the glimpse of her eye. Turns out there was a piece of paper that lay flat under the bed, the one place she never considered investigating. She walked over to it, then knelt down to squeeze her thin arm though the opening that disjoined the floor and mattress. The gap offered just enough space for the teenager to snatch the mysterious note. How convenient it must have been to stash this writing into the most unexpected spot of this huge bedroom. Though it was well-hidden, cunningness didn't pay out this time around as Mimi's luck earned her the golden prize she searched long and hard for.
She hopped onto the bed and raised the text up to her face so she can read it. Her eyes scanned each and every word marked down on the sheet of paper...and once begun made her cheerful attitude get replaced by one with horror and trepidation. This was nothing near an infamous work of literature, oh no.
This was a work that struck unwanted fear into her chest; this was a work that made her flailing heart beat hastily; this was a work that caused her body to overheat dramatically. This was none other than Dimentio's ultimate goal in betraying Count Bleck for the sake of utilizing the Chaos Heart to his very own content, and all this time so far had he been manipulating the cult so he can carry on with his tragic scheme. Already most of the boxes were scratched off on this step-by-step checklist, and looking at the last empty squares that had yet to be inked, she knew it wouldn't be much longer till he reigns supreme over everyone.
Instead of choosing the right course of action by reporting this to the Count, she just stared at the wall in despair and sorrow. Was he really that evil? It didn't take that much pondering to answer that question; he surely teased her and the others a lot thus far and formulated bad jokes in many cases, but taking this to the extremes was something even the brightest of bright could never conjecture. He seems to be some harmless clown that can make the audience at a circus scream in delight any day of the week. She had to admit he was goofy and while he persistently annoys her to death a lot, she still admires his entertainment, humor and skillful magic...well, before the truth swept into her mind to break her to the bone.
"Mimi?"
It was him. He was standing right there by the entranceway, staring directly at her with a blank expression. His mask made it indecipherable, making his concern and surprise much unnoticed by the tense female, all out of misfortune. On the other side, Mimi's eyes were outlined by water and her mouth was slightly agape by the precipitous effect the bulletin infected her with. She had her eyes locked on to Dimentio's for some few seconds. That special spot she had for him in her heart diminished within seconds, and now all she felt inside was nothing but deep hatred toward this traitor. She luckily had enough nerve to then pick up the dropped item and held it up high so he can see his plot.
"What is this?! Why is this?! J-just how could you be so corrupt to do this to us?" Mimi cried out in anger. The clown studied the writing for a split second before expeditiously getting the picture. Silly him, he should've known from the get go that he was found out. Instead of exchanging his usual tone for a more serious one, he chose to continue clinging onto his branches by attempting to sympathize with her, of all things.
"Ah ha ha ha! Not to worry, my dear Mimikins! I can assure you that your eyes are playing impish tricks on you, like a sinister hallucination biting down on-" SLAP! Big mistake.
He was knocked back into the farthest wall by a hard spank from the unmanageable girl's right hand. It was a shocking surprise to him at first, but he quickly determined that her action was rightfully well-played. He had to accept it. She couldn't take his presence anymore and, without looking back, stormed out of there and went to her room, knowing that she'll be save there for the time being.
It's been several hours since the moment that horrible incident went underway. Castle Bleck was now under the resting period of nighttime. The lights were dimmed, the windows were curtained, and all the minions were fast asleep so they can be freshened up for tomorrow—except one character in particular, whose eyes inherited not the slightest sign of tiredness. He was drawn to the floor from his bedside, being in a state of deep thought. It was a relief that she couldn't muster up the courage to tell on him. That is cool and all, but this barely served to be a mere fragment of his mind as of now.
Dimentio was hurt. He hated to admit it, but he was hurt. He always had this unique perspective toward Mimi that's very distinct from how he viewed the rest of the crew, and he treasured it very dearly. To him, he sees his coworkers as nothing more than acquaintances. He really hasn't interacted much with them outside of battles and whatnot. Likewise, there's only been a few times where he's conversed with them for a brief moment or two before he disbanded himself to go do his own thing. But with Mimi, it's a whole different story.
A lot of times he has consecutively bonded with her. At one point he may have initiated a simple conversation with her, or at another where he'd poke her with some bad puns—hell, he even flirted with her indirectly on occasion. And while she seemed to be agitated whenever he became a nuisance often, he can easily seek out the truth in her eyes of her secretly enjoying all the attention given to her on a regular basis. Their relationship has heretofore propelled from being strangers to friends close as to what a standard BFF-association would be. All the time they've spent together was absolutely worth it and very memorable, even when it was an instance of him taunting her while on the run with her cherished diary. They knew they were having fun, and just Dimentio thinking about it causes a heartwarming feeling to develop inside of him every single time.
But it's such an odd emotion: why does he feel like this? It is a question that bewilders him more than anything. He's the guy who wants to end the multiverse and reform it to his own image without the accommodation of pests he's currently dealing with, so why does he care? For many years now, he's craved this insincere ambition. You'd think he'd have no respect for any petal of flower, any drop of water, any soul for that matter. Boy, was he proven wrong.
Just then, a bubbly feeling was implanted inside his heart. It caused the jester to clutch his chest firmly in an instant. The effect has officially reached its peak, and it was not backing down now. Oftentimes since this past month, it randomly came about to swarm the insides of him with tickling butterflies whenever he was with Mimi. It was light and lenient on him at first, but as the days passed, it continued to grow stronger and stronger. In turn, it had a bigger lasting impression and affected him much more greatly when compared to the bottom of the barrel. At this point, it was literally tugging on him, commanding and beckoning him to let them flush out of his body. Could it be?
A lightbulb struck him square in the face, letting his face pick itself back up in realization. He has feelings for Mimi. For the longest time, had he longed for her without actually knowing it. She possesses that irresistible charm, gratifying persona, and a sweet smile on the side—all of which entices him to hang with her as much as the clock grants him. It was unbelievable to him how he could actually feel attractiveness toward someone, but alas it has truly transpired. This woman is the exact someone he could picture being with. She is perfect.
Speaking of which, his desire for the Chaos Heart. It was...gone. It went with the wind, and now it was solely a minuscule figment from the past, never to re-emerge in his reconstructed mind ever again. He might be able to establish a new world with it, but he'd never manage to create the girl of his dreams. He was set on one person, and one person only. This will never change, regardless of what the future has in store for him. Why have a perfect world when you can have a perfect someone to help you with a perfect life? That was more than enough to be said to answer Dimentio's complication. It is now or never if he wants to Mimi's heart, as waiting a day later would likely cause his plummet to a tragic downfall.
He hauled himself out of bed and quietly floated out the door, careful to not awake the heavy brawny man snoring loudly beside his room. He then maneuvered himself though some corridors, present in the darkness until he finally arrived at her doorstep. To his benefit, he has the visual ability to see through any sort of blackness, so he had no trouble transversing the pathway to her side of the top floor. He put his ear to the door, being cautious of not startling and inducing her with a terrifying nightmare. Sure enough, as he anticipated, there were faint sounds coming from her room, signifying she is up.
Mimi could not fall asleep. Despite her attempts, she couldn't get herself to forget about what went down earlier with that fiend. Now, she was on her chest with her arms dangling over the one side of her bed. Her gaze was locked onto the carpet that represented this very flooring. Every so often, she slightly shifted to try making herself comfy from the displeasing stress and heat that wouldn't relieve itself from her. She was so heartbroken it caused her to groan perpetually, as she lacked the will to endure the pain she was currently experiencing.
Suddenly, a knock was heard. She sprung up from her stance and was now seated in place on her bedside, shivering uncontrollably in knowing who's behind the door. She dared not to make a move, hoping that he'll eventually get tired of waiting and leave the scene. It can't be any of the other castle's residents unless if there was an emergency, in which case the individual standing there would do much more than simply tap their knuckle against the entranceway. Another knock was heard, this time slightly louder.
"Mimi! It's your favorite jester, Dimentio. I was just hoping to have a word with you. And I know you're up because I heard a few sounds come from the guarded shelter of your cozy room. So if you could be so kind to open the door for me, that would be great, thanks."
That was it. She cannot get out of this situation. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no way to escape. Her only option was to respond to him and pray to the stars she successfully frightened him away—and that's exactly what she did.
"Get away from me, you big fat meanie! I don't need your sick face here to insert more dread into my-" "Alrighty, then. I didn't wanna have to do this, but looks like I don't have a choice. Here comes the poof!" And in the blink of an eye, he teleported right inside the room and to the front of her bed, causing her to jump.
"EEK!" Mimi squealed, then began to back up to get as far away from the clown as possible. She stopped when she felt the hardness of the backboard attached to the mattress she was on. Her breathing was rapid, and her heart was beating at a cheetah's pace. It's very clear she's immensely terrorized by the sudden appearance of the wicked magician.
"Shoo! You're not welcome here!" The Rubee lover shrieked as she clenched her fists and formed a crossed expression. Dimentio was entirely unfazed by her actions, unsurprisingly.
"Chill, Mimikins," he calmly stated, "You don't even know what I have to say." Mimi wasn't tilted at all. "Why should I listen to a sicko like you?! All you want is this world to be demolished whilst watch us suffer in pain!"
"You shouldn't be spouting out assumptions that you don't know of to be true. It's like listening to a news headline and not attaining all the facts," he commented, not moving a muscle from his posture.
Mimi examined his mask for a moment, and the way she saw it, its qualities were filled to the brim with foul and demonic coldness that withheld zero honesty, something she wished she had known about all the way back when she was recruited as a top minion of the castle. "Oh, yes, you have credibility, even though that suppressed plot of yours is written in blood! I THINK NOT!" He winced upon hearing his wrongdoing, but then was able to disregard it.
"How can you be so sure? What if I told you my gleaming heart got me over the rooftop of evil and into the skies of upstanding?" "Why, you'd be a rotten liar!" The livid teen retorted. "Your trustworthiness has ceased to exist, dummy, and I'll never ever take a single syllable of yours for granted again! I thought we were pals for the longest time now! We've had our fair share of ups and constructed downs, oh yes—but I guess all that has been shoved into the shredder, never to be seen once more BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR STUPID WORLD!" The drastic change in tone caused Dimentio to falter. Nevertheless, he was able to continually press his talk onward.
"C'mon, Mimi. Why mustn't you believe me? After all those times we've crossed paths in glittering friendliness, you'd think I dislike you? Can't the two of us at least agree that our companionship was spectac-" "ENOUGH!" Mimi roared out in fury, making him flinch and triggering him to take a step back.
"I'M DONE WITH YOU! ALL YOU'VE EVER BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME WAS A SICKO, A PSYCHOPATH, AND A DISGRACE TO SOCIETY! I WILL NOT BE DECEIVED BY THE DEFINITIVE PITIFUL DUMBHEAD YOU ARE! YOU WANT NOTHING MORE THAN TO NUKE US AND LAUGH AS YOUR EMPIRE OVERTAKES THIS LAND! END OF STORY! AND, OOH, I'LL BE TELLING THE COUNT ABOUT THIS—JUST YOU WAIT, JESTER! I HATE YOU, AND I ALWAYS WILL! I'LL SAY IT AGAIN! I...HATE...YOU!"
There was a long-lasting silence. It went on from a couple seconds to a whole few minutes. He felt broke. His head was down and his stomach began to ache, as well as his inhaling and exhaling of breathing being noticeable. Was this it? Was there no way to get her back? Things were looking very grim for our poor clown. Time was on the essence, and he was falling apart. His luck smiled on him enough to at least keep the black castle in slumber after her blaring shout, but it barely delayed the inevitable.
During this period, a multitude of flashbacks flowed into his closed eyes. He remembered when he gave her a small rose as a little gift when they first met. He remembered when he took her to see the gorgeous rare change in color of the Void. He remembered the many times they giggled from tiny jokes made through their hilarious chitchats. It was all apparent that he very much regretted ever obtaining the idea of this devastation. Providentially, it gave him one last trick up his sleeve with his last bit of strength to hopefully cure the girl of her misery.
Mimi was slightly taken aback by the abrupt change in his state of mind. She would've never presumed him to ever become so emotional and disheartened by anything, for that matter. It looked like he was about to break down, and this legit made her question her previous actions toward him. She'd been taught to closely inspect people's instincts, as it could relay something out more relevant than what meets the eye about them. Just to be safe, she kept her guard up, not wanting her perspective to sway towards the wrong means.
In a flash, he snapped his fingers. A flat object appeared. It lingered in its place in the still air about a foot higher than her bed so she can perceive it, lightly bopping up and down marginally. This looked familiar, and as Mimi predicted before her senses reminded her, it was none other than the writing that started this major conflict. Surrounding it was a purple glowing aura, which obviously meant it was under Dimentio's ability of telekinesis. Along the wavy outline it boasted, it produced a hearing that sounded just like a gust of wind. The magician himself didn't twitch merely out of his position; it must be his brain keeping the paper lifted with its imaginary arm. The green-head blinked out of confusion.
"What are you doing?" Mimi asked much quieter while cautiously crawling to the frontside of the bed to get a closer look. To her disappointment, a reply wasn't uttered. But after a few more seconds of watching, something took notice to consider her inquiry. Dimentio opened his fingers completely. They were fully immobilized for what seemed like minutes, not bending even when he gradually extended his hand upward vertically. Once it was linear to the top points of his costume, it froze in place. He stood still, and continued to stay locked in that seemingly-awkward position.
After a dozen seconds, Mimi started to gently tap her socked foot impatiently. The speck of magic here was intriguing. She didn't know why, but her body had drawn her to be very immersed in whatever was going on. Though the sensation lasted, it didn't restrain her for long enough to disallow her from taking action. However, right before her mouth began to open, Dimentio swiftly clasped his fingertips and curled them up into a ball. The tight shape that he was able to successfully imitate bared the resemblance of a mighty fist, and this powerful gesture served a purpose Mimi would never see coming.
The notepaper was instantaneously mangled into millions of tiny pieces. The hard work that was implemented into this plot twist now existed as nothing more than measly shreds, sprinkling all-around like bits of confetti at a birthday party. Mimi was wide-eyed—not because of his ultimate show, but because of what he did.
And the performance wasn't even at its closure yet, as the trickster waved his palms across each other and back. It was a signal that commanded a transparent box to size up around the particles scattered all over the soft floor. Nothing seemed to be accomplished at first glance, but a finger snap from the Master of Dimensions is always enough to lighten things up—and one flick led to a flame bursting directly in the center of the cube.
Pretty soon, just like that, the facets of paper slowly but surely went from feeble leftovers to burnt crisps. It just lay there mounted, being permitted its last goodbyes before it would meet its true end. Then it happened. The dust melted itself to the point of it disintegrating into no smidge left of existence. It was so magnificent to take in the view of a miracle sprouting from the light and engulfing the dark. Such majestic engrossing had an effect on Mimi's heart, one that soothed it from carrying soullessness to bright relish. She felt so much better. The fact that he had the sorts of regards to her made her regret her malicious acts toward his ego...kinda.
This whole time, Dimentio remained in his idle pose, not even twitching slightly. Sweat now began to pour down from under his hat. He was about to make his next move, and it will determine whether he makes it out alive or falls to his doom. The feeling he had on him was afraid. He was afraid the wrong words could sweep out of his mouth, or he'd be hard rejected, or any other possibilities that could come swooping in. Lots of tension was pressurizing him, but there would be blooming satisfactory in return in what he hoped to dazzlingly ensue. He moved his head upward a little, then finally began to speak.
"I'm...sorry... I'm sorry for all this wrongful evil I was hellbent on causing. It was...very foolish of me to adhere to the powers of the Chaos Heart. So foolish, in fact, that I never realized there was someone here that mattered much more to me. She makes my heart beat wildly whenever I'm around her. She makes my frown turn upside down whenever I bond with her. She makes me jolly, like cuddly dogs on a downed person's lap. This is you, Mimi. You've meant a lot to me, and I've been too arrogant to realize how connected we truly were up to this point. The Dark Prognosticus no longer holds an envision from me; you are the one I undoubtedly want to be with. Therefore, I've officially turned over a new leaf...and I am very, VERY sorry..."
His words made her speechless. She had no idea what to think. The lines she processed though her mind caused a bright red blush to creep onto her cheeks. Her pint-sized eyes were so large, they could break a top record relatively easy. Her right hand was placed on her clothed belly in an attempt to seize some control over her nimble-pumping ticker, which barely was of any use. It all upheld the notion to drive Mimi into accepting his remorseful apology, and the belief wasn't all that disagreeable with. This was, without a doubt, a very factual visualization—but even with that being said, there was still a faint shadow inside her that she had to come to terms with.
The rich girl strayed away from her temporary trance and let her lips talk, "I...don't know, Dimentio. There's something fishy about this. Ooh, it's a doozy! It makes me really wanna punch its lights out for the unsettling appearance it possesses." She paused for a couple seconds, then continued, "What's behind that mask of yours, hm?"
The request from Mimi made him quiver. At all times he's made sure to prohibit anyone from seeking out his face. Even when he's napping, this face covering he values much of would not slip off. Never in his life had he slid it off even moderately. He was very timid, shy, and fearful about it ever since the time he was made fun of by a group of teens during his experience as a wee youngster, where it was then when he first started sealing his facials up for the better.
He took a deep breath, then asked boldly, "So, you want me to reveal my face to you. Is that correct?" Mimi nodded. In response, he lifted his hand to his face to undo the straps that were located on all four corners. As he did so, he felt some sort of substance drip from under his eyes. He couldn't recognize it, but it seemed like it provoked from the wretched state he was in formerly. After everything was loosened hesitantly, the devilish mask peeled itself off and dropped to the floor below. Right when her sight met with the new head, she was astonished.
Inside, she saw tears. Tears that were streaming from his eyes (one being inky, and the other being amber) that were right below his forehead to his rosy cheeks that blended in with his outfit. He looked dolefully at her with tiny turquoise pupils that were accompanied by his skinny eyebrows curved in a backwards U above his very gloomy vision. The rest of his face featured a light shade of pink all across the entirety of his skin, and it looked pretty natural on him. He looked sweet, and it was enough to contrast from his more dubious-self.
"To think I would want to put your life on the line is beyond dense. I would do anything for you, Mimi, just like what I did this very moment. There's no one out in the cosmos that can relate to you. You have the beauty of an angel, the scent of a daisy, and the charm of a clover. This is all I need in my life: a woman who shines in limitless glory. You're my all, you're my goddess, you're my everything. You...are my perfection."
He then gently floated over to her spot, then embraced her with invisible arms growing out of nowhere. Not too long afterward, he closed the gap between the two and rotated his head a bit when their faces met, never feeling any sign of uncomfortableness from her. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against hers.
A golden feeling entered his soul to bestow blazing joy upon him. Her mouth tasted sweet, as he anticipated. He had to indulge the kiss for a brief period before he would part ways with the wonderful face he adored.
"I love you, Mimikins." He ended ultimately in conclusion, then he waited for a response whilst being sat upright in front of her, being both nervous and optimistic about this. Expectantly, though, he assured himself that there was a bright end of the tunnel awaiting his grand arrival.
Mimi was so lighthearted. It's not everyday you see somebody pure evil put their harsh ways down to be in something much more graceful. That smooch of his, too. She loved it. There was this general feeling it gave off that was so passionate, so beautiful, so blossoming, and so heartwarming. Tears threatened and succeeded in raining from her eyelids. But these weren't tears of sadness; they were tears of happiness, and they had all the means to put an everlasting smile on her beaming face that would be attached to her for a very long time.
"C'mere, you!" Her voice finally rang out merrily as she yanked Dimentio's palm, causing him to stumble into her lanky arms. He was caught off-guard by her hasty actions, but the outcome filled him excessively with extreme relief and refreshing warmth. The unbearable sorrow dispersed as fast as it appeared, as well as the liquid on him drying up in a jiffy.
"Woah! Take it a little easy on me, will ya?" Dimentio said jokingly, making Mimi smirk slyly. She then began to rock side-to-side with his head beyond her neck and his hands placed onto her back. Her motion of calmness allured him to such great aroused levels and did quite the fair job at lulling him. He was just simply outstanded by her cradling him so tenderly. The romantic affair that was unfolding was so amazing, and hearing a small sigh from the jester let the gleeful girl know he was enjoying the ride. She continued doing this for a couple more minutes.
"Ah, this is so soothing," Dimentio critiqued. "Your movement is as elegant as a butterfly taking the winds by storm. Of course that is not to say it is finer than you, my dear." A shadow then loomed overhead. He turned his face to gaze up at the source, and was met with a smiling Mimi looking down upon him. That expression of her's really seemed to have the urge for something with him.
"Care to go the extra mile?" She asked compellingly. "What do you mea-" MMF
Mimi puckered her lips to his for a deep kiss. While doing so, she fell to her side, lying down with him on the blanket with her arms still wrapped around him. The sensation held so much bliss and pleasure, it prompted the unmasked jester to chip into the best day of his life, as he started to kiss back in sync. After a minute he slid his tongue into her open mouth, taking it further in. It made her let out a soft moan in delight, getting to know how much sensual lust was involved in a session like this. She's had her make-out bouts before, but none were in any shape or form as intense as this majestic situation. This was new to her, and it came out to be super enjoyable. She eagerly stepped into the game by clashing her own candy cane with his, twisting and turning as they continuously received plentiful of loveliness from one another.
The two lovebirds kept it up for G-d knows how long. It was a shame they've never founded their true relationship for each other all this time. Many hardships were faced, many conflicts were underwent, much gruesomeness struck—but at the end of the day, it was worth it as they were together. Nothing will ever change their life, even if it was an opportunity for the chance at universal domination.
Both Dimentio and Mimi started to become compact from the lack of air, forcing them to retreat to each take a large breath. They looked at one another, admiring the fascinating features they respectively had. It wasn't long till the silence was broken by the ebullient woman.
"Oh my gosh! That was so cute!" She stated in awe. Dimentio smiled at her remark, happy that he was able to get that recognizable charm she's always held within her. "You said it, babe! Haha!" He said aloud with a laugh alongside him. His head then glanced over his shoulder to check her clock.
"It's 2:30," he directly alerted. "We should probably buckle down for the night and get some rest for tomorrow." Once he finished his sentence, a worn-out yawn was heard from the tired girl, like if it was trying to answer his idea. She put her hand to her mouth to block the incoming air, then replied, "Yeah, let's do it," as she rolled the covers back to make the proper amount of room.
It was then when they huddled up together closely against the comfy and luxurious cushions. Mimi gave one last peek towards Dimentio's way, and was rewarded with a light kiss on the forehead. She then buried her face into his neck for the extraordinary comfort.
Before Dimentio shut his eyelids, he said one last thing, "Sleep tight, Mimi. Oh, and I promise not to steal your diary anymore!" They both laughed out hysterically, knowing full well how this came to be born in pure wonderment.
Then finally, after they said their ending good nights, they simultaneously drifted off to sleep, all the while knowing that they now exist forever...in eternal perfection.
So, what did you think? I thought it would be interesting to see how Dimentio's catastrophic perspective on the world could've changed just like that. Now he's just a dude who makes jokes and performs magic regularly, haha!
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