quinnalon

[quinnalon]

I’m literally so normal

[quinnalon]

"Making men submissive since day one" - Me

[quinnalon]

Started calling my character’s victims, these poor souls have no clue what I have in store for them…

[quinnalon]

Hi, my name is Quinn and I like to write stories. I’m trying to practice writing and am looking for critique, so if you take the time and to read some of the stories I post here and give me feedback it will be greatly appreciated. Thank you!

(Note: There may be errors that I might’ve missed so if you see any please feel free to point them out.)

I know my heart as well as anyone, I know what it’s capable of and what it can handle, yet I feel different with them. If they knew what I was would they run? If they saw how I looked would they stay? I feel like a liar for letting them love me… I want them to know. I want them to see I am a monster. My heart aches at the thought but I want them… no I need them to know. My heart is not capable to love but how they make me feel, it must be love. A demon to love a human, just the thought is unheard of.

“Darling?” Their voice leaves a ringing in my head. “You’re being awfully quiet, is something the matter?” They ask me with a concern in their voice that saddens me. “My love, if I were a hideous monster; a demon, and you saw me, would you run away?” I struggle to ask these words in fear of their reply. “Darling, I love you, you know that. Even if you were a demon or a beast, I would still love you the same because you are my heart's desire” Their words soothe me. I wrap my arms around them and pull them into a hug. A demon hugging a human, what would the others say… that's no matter, I love them. As I hold them tight I ask, “Would you like to see me?”.

“I have no reason to, but I can't help but to be curious…” With their answer, I sprinkle a magic powder over their head that would allow them to see. I hold them close to me as the powder begins to set in. “Ah- what’s this…? What did you do?” They don’t sound joyed but they do not sound angered either. I pull back from the hug and allow them to see me, an ugly beast in front of them.

“My love…” They look up at me and they don’t run, they dont scream, instead, they smile. “I’m an ugly beast aren’t I…” They laugh and I look down at them, “Darling, I have been blind my whole life, I don’t know ugly or beauty, I only know that I love you for who you are and that will never change no matter how you look or how I see.”.

I thought I knew my heart, I thought I knew what I could handle, but their words cause me to feel an emotion unlike any I have had before. Whether it be sad or happy, I dont care, for now, I just want to love. I want to love them.