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The ironic warmth of a blackened hand rests on Furina’s cheeks. She could almost describe it as comforting, but she knows it is far from that.
The blackened eyes with red X’s stare at her, and she stares back. She can’t find any warmth in those eyes, but the intensity of love is strong. The person’s lips are open just an inch, like they want to say something.
Furina gulps. The way the eyes gaze into her soul makes her uneasy; like those eyes know exactly what she’s thinking and feeling. She doesn’t like it, but she can’t look away. She didn’t dare to. She could, she really could. But, she didn’t.
The hand on her chubby cheek squeezes slightly and she winces. She could hear the subtle hitch of the person’s breath. Slowly, she leans closer to the hand, then raises her arm to rest on the person’s wrist.
“Arle,” She mutters under her breath like the name she just uttered was a curse. “You're acting weird.”
Furina hears them hum, then they speak—their voice as gravelly as a thunderstorm.
“Miss Furina,” They whisper. Their voice now is a large contrast from what it was a mere moment ago: now soft and subdued. It seems there is something they want to say, but the words
can’t make it past their lips. Furina swallows thickly, her heart pounding out of her chest.
“Yes?” She breathes.
Arlecchino breaks their gaze away from Furina’s odd, big eyes.
It’s like they can’t stand looking her in the eyes. It physically hurts them; their heart aches and a pit in their stomach appears. They’ve never felt like this before. They hate it. It goes against everything they have ever stood against. They never want to feel this disgusting and awful feeling ever again. They feel like they would do anything and everything for this girl, and it absolutely horrifies her.
“Miss Furina,” They start. They’re still not looking at her. They swallow a thick lobe of spit before continuing; their heart racing at the sight of Furina smiling so warmly at her. She shouldn’t be smiling at me like…that. “You’re…you’re insane. Do you know that?”
“I’m insane?” Comes a soft voice, still smiling, so very gently Arlecchino could be reminded of their first friend and first love.
“Yes. Insane for loving me. For even wanting to love me. You are aware of the curse I hold?”
“I am. And I don’t care.”
Furina’s hand copies Arlecchino’s; cradling their cheek, the cold skin inching into her skin. “Maybe I am insane. But if that is right, then I will forever be insane for you.”
In a rare instance, Arlecchino’s cheeks burn with flames and they clear their throat.
“Why won’t you look at me, Arle?”
“Because—“ Arlecchino forces out. “Everytime I look at you, I…” they stutter, they never stutter. They truly have fallen for this woman. “I love you. And just the thought of that terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.”
Furina cocks an eyebrow. “What would you do for me?”
Arlecchino’s eyes turn dark, well, darker than usual, and their face goes motionless.
“Anything.”
They pull Furina into their embrace, arms tightly wrapped around her. “I would kill for you, if you were to ask me that of me.”
They hear the smaller woman take a gasp, her breath hitching at her partner’s words. No one has ever said that to her. She’s never really had anyone to love, either. Always focused on the prophecy and Focalors. But now, this is overwhelming. Their love could be like a moth in a flame, strong and uncontrollable—irresistible you could say—but dark and sinful. Arlecchino’s heart seemed like it was in stone from the situations Furina saw them in. They always seemed unwavering and adamantine. But, right now, they are the complete opposite of that.
“Is that so?” Came a reply from Furina after several moments of silence from the two.
“Yes.”
It was faint, but Furina heard it. It was such an uncharacteristic sound coming from the Knave.
“Kiss me, then. Love me like I’m your last breath on this fateful Earth. Show me the passion and infatuation you share with me.”
Arlecchino pulls back from the hug and stares into Furina’s eyes; her eyes have a sense of determination in them.
“Whatever you need, I’ll give you.”
And with that, Arlecchino presses their lips against Furina’s in a sensual kiss—hands slipping to the back of her head, pushing her closer—which soon turns steamy and sloppy.