87. Content
Every day, Len watches her pass him by.
He never speaks; only gazes silently at the girl who pretends she doesn't see him. A girl with hair like flaxen silk, eyes the color of the sky, and a rose red hood draped over her small frame.
A long time ago, he tried to speak to her. He had approached, but she'd run from him, terrified. How did he think she wouldn't be? He's a wolf; a wolf with human tendencies and a human's body, save for a tail, ears and claws, but a wolf nonetheless. Len would probably be scared, too.
Yet, the girl returns. She knows he's there, looking at her from the shadows. Still, she walks through, picking flowers and humming in a gentle voice.
He fell in love with her voice, with her smile, with everything about her. It's forbidden in their dissonant tale for them to interact, but Len couldn't help the feelings that built inside him that he can't express.
He wonders if she feels the same.
When she's done, she sits on the other side of the giant oak in his clearing, where he usually is hiding away. This is as close to her as he can be, and he feels content just being so near her, listening to her light singing.
"...Excuse me."
That sweet voice is addressing someone. Len stiffens, not knowing anyone else was around. His teeth grit together.
"Excuse me," She repeats, and he realizes the voice is right by him.
Len whips around to look, and his eyes meet the blue of hers. In her hand is a delicate, red-lipped flower.
"I… I want you to have this." She says softly, and he knows then what she's doing. Breaking the rules, ruining the story, shattering their reality. Just with a few simple words.
"Please, I…" She can't seem to find any more words, and extends her hand towards him, unafraid, pleading, looking at him with a gaze he recognizes as his own toward her. She doesn't care about flowers. She's trying to tell him she-
He reaches out, his hand wrapping around hers and the flower tightly. Everything's broken and will disappear, resetting everything to before.
Len can't- no, won't let this moment pass. Because he isn't content just leaving things as they are.
Pulling her down, he meets her lips with his, stealing the kiss of his beloved Red Riding Hood so he can remember what her mouth feels like against his, if only for a single moment before everything changes and he loses her once more to their destined fates.
The flower lies fallen between the torn, saddened lovers who want nothing more than to be together.
A/N: This is inspired by 'The Wolf That Fell In Love With Little Red Riding Hood'.
I bet you noticed I updated four drabbles instead of two, right? Well, that's because I'm aiming to end this drabble series by the end of the month. So, bonus for you guys today, and tomorrow, with extra chapters! Yay!
I can't believe the end is coming so fast... Wow.
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~Disclaimer~ I own wilting flowers, corrupted love, stolen kisses, Kaito's embarrassment and feels. Oh, so many feels.