LOLOLOL (I'M GOING CRAZY) FIRST ONESHOT

 By 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇(天使)୨୧ᵎᵎ or @every1luvsflu77ershy

Salem’s hands are small and soft, warm, and slightly damp. She has long, slim fingers and perfectly manicured nails, her palms and back of her hands slightly flushed a reddish-pink. They exactly match her rosy cheeks and the faint dots spotting her fair skin. Salem’s hands type away languidly at her computer, each finger finding the keys individually and at its own pace. Almost like it has its own rhythm 

My future girlfriend’s hands remind me of the Bahamas or a tropical beach. There's a warmth in her touch that usually resides with the hot sand and the warm water. Comforting, welcoming, and utterly entrancing

“How do your hands stay so warm? Is it easy to maintain that temperature?” I want to ask, though, I feel as if those words are improper. Maybe even offensive.

Finally, After ogling her hands for a moment's time, my eyes reach upwards and meet her own perplexed ones. “Your hands are warm…Why is that?” I restate, I wish I could hide. That sounded so weird in my head, but I wish I could ask so much more than just that simple, silly question.

Her eyebrows arch quizzically--so gorgeously that my breath hitches--before letting a few giggles, ones that I could tell she had tried to hold back. She’s so sweet, so considerate of how I feel and trying not to make me feel embarrassed. I’m so sure that if I were any lighter, the bewildered look on my face would be coupled with extra, extra reddened cheeks. Like an excessive amount of blush from someone’s makeup palette.

“I dunno…Maybe-Maybe we should ask a scientist and let them examine my genetics or something?” She choked out, a hand over her mouth subconsciously as she winds down from her giggle fit. I know why. It’s ‘cause she’s insecure about her teeth, she shouldn’t be though. Every part of her is…perfect. Like an ethereal being, or maybe a porcelain doll. A doll I can’t get, one that I stare at through that one store’s display case longingly.

“Doesn’t matter. I think your hands are fine, warm or not.” I mutter, looking away. I don't want to. My eyes are a metal bag, and she…Salem, is a magnet. She sighs, sitting back in her chair as Mrs. Kimbley starts talking about the bell and how it’s going to ring soon. No more conversations, no more distractions. No more of her nice voice. All because I have to go to English class.

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“Salem…” I mumble. Sounding hilariously crazy.  Though I’m not. I’ve never been.

My quiet mumbling and ramblings stop, bloodied fingers reaching for your heart. Your beautiful heart. At least this time, it’s physical. My hands gently squeeze your no longer beating organ. My touch is reverent, I don’t want you to feel hurt after all. My teeth sink into your ticker, my brain swimming with joy. The rush I get from you is intoxicating, and now, we’ll be together.

I buried the rest of you, I don’t need that. We don’t need the rest of us, just soul and heart. After this romantic meal, I’ll go too. I only wanted a taste of your love, your real love anyway. 

I’m hungry. I’m starving. I’m loving. 

And I love you, I crave you,  I have you.

My soulmate, Salem.

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Ya'll this is hot fresh ass. I think it sucks but someday I'll get better so whatever. (Str8 BARS OMGG I SHOULD BE A RAPPER🤯🤯)

ANYWAYS, this one shot is surrounded by a boy named Silas, and his lover Salem. I guess I should get more into it, but they do start dating before that whole jump to eating someone up (romantically ofc). Silas is absolutely obsessed with her, and probably do anything. I did make character designs though, so maybe I'll drop what they look like soon if I don't redesign them sometime this month.

THX 4 READING<333

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