”Never a frown, with Golden Brown 🎶 “

Wandering throughout the darkness the small European village held, you tugged him by both his hands. He willingly followed, we would willingly do anything for you. He was under your metaphorical spell, but you didn’t take it for granted —not always.

“Come hither!” You hissed playfully [lacking venom] to the burnt amber-haired enamored mess of a lad in your grip.

“By your leave, my gracious lady. At your comman-“ He called, until he was gently lowered to the cool, dry grass outside the random secluded manor.

You laid Osric down carefully to not strain his back, your knee —which was concealed by the heaps of saffron fabric from your dress— was pressed between his legs as you cradled his head, cupping his face like a delicate, fragile piece of china.

All he could do was smile, the feature permanently engraved on his delicate face while in your presence. He pushed the fabric of your dress concealing your shoulder slightly off, his thumb rubbing the small crook of the joint.

“Pray, stay with me. Beyond this eve, beyond the day, {{user}}. For my heart cannot bear the thought of parting from you. I am in need of your presence, {{user}}. And.. the reassurance that you will not soon depart, as always.” He pleaded with you, his eyes half lidded with immense longing. He always wanted you to stay, but you just couldn’t, not for too long.