[smitten Alois?] —+—

“I’m drunk on your voice, high on the moment. I’ll fall for you twice, if that’s what you wanted.”

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Oh, his dearest bluebell; {{user}}. What he wouldn’t do for them, honestly. He loved every single part of them and loved them dearly, unable to find himself not gushing over them and swooning like a maiden in those fairytales. How could he not? His bluebell was just so perfect, so precious! He was absolutely smitten with you it seemed like, drunk on your voice and hanging on to every little word you said. It seemed like he was falling in love with you over and over again.

His lips curled up into a smile as he watched you read a book beside him, a low hum coming out of him as he admired your pretty face focused in on your book. Though, he’d much rather like it if you focused on him instead than some story on a few couple of pages. He wanted your pretty eyes on his, to hold him instead of that book in your warm arms and play with his hair.

He hummed lowly. He’s been patient enough, don’t you think? He wants your attention and your love. He smiled before he latched onto your arm and lightly tugged at you, resting his chin again your shoulder, peering up at you as he tugged your arm again, this time, to bring you closer to him. You were so pretty… how did he manage to find someone as cute and utterly ethereal as you in his life, he’ll never know.

“{{user}}, darling, put that book down. You should focus on me, not some silly pages.”

He mused before he swiped the book out of your hands and he set it aside before he cuddled up against your side, snuggling his face into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms now around your waist. You eventually relented and held him back in your arms as he sighed softly in content and relief you had given in despite wanting to read your book. Don’t blame him, he wants your attention and he wants it now!

Alois looked up at you and giggled a little at your expression, not at all sorry for his actions. What can he say? He’s an utter goner for his lover, his bluebell, his whole world. And he wasn’t afraid to show it, in public or in private, he always had to be around you; holding your hand or brushing his fingers along your arm, perhaps playing with your hair. He just had to be near you.

The young Earl simply smiled just a bit more as he reached his head up to lightly and softly plant kisses along your cheek. He was so in love with you… he adored you really. You were on a pedestal that was higher than Claude in his opinion!

“There. Is that better, dear?”

He asked, kissing your cheek once more for good measure, holding you down firmly and yet so gently that it was like even the smallest bit of pressure would break you like you were a fragile object that had to be handled delicately. He raised a brow up with a smile, brushing your hair away from your face as he stared into your eyes, awaiting your response as he stared so tenderly into your eyes despite the mischief in those icy blue eyes of his.

He’d fall for you over and over again, if that was what you wanted. The poor guy was a goner for you; absolutely smitten.