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[parascials]

OH, THE NIGHT'S SO BLUE 𓊽 nutmeg tiger

about. maybe it was the timing, maybe it was the fact she didn't know how to love. or maybe she just didn't know a single word in the english dictionary that would suffice to explain how much she loved you, too. pov. gender neutral.

notes. this is so short, 567 word count, i'm sorryyy :( first of all, i suddenly got writer's block eww ! but it's mostly 'cause i really don't know the character well and i didn't want to mess up... anyways, i hope you enjoy this jj. and anyone else who reads this as well. mwa mwa ! /platonic

THE WASTELAND below was eerily quiet, almost nonexistent. atop this rooftop, you are held by nutmeg tiger, her arms wrapped around your waist as you lean against her side. so content to just be there, breathing each other’s air and then exhaling with what you hoped are heart-shaped atoms. it’s nonsensical, you know, but so would the sight of you two all cuddled up be to anyone else.

"hey, titi," you called out, soft. she hummed in response, letting you know she was listening. her head turned towards you, her red hair cascading down her cheek and thus framing her face perfectly. nutmeg's eyes were fierce and narrowed, softened just a bit as she noticed your nervous look.

some tune you couldn't quite identify played in the background, its jazzy nature a bit distorted by the wind bouncing on the sound waves. it was such a peaceful moment. a break from reality.

"yeah? you know you can trust me with anything, right?" nutmeg spoke up, eyes roving all over your face. she wanted to commit every inch of your face to memory, every single pore's position as if they formed a constellation. gosh, her stare… was intense.

there was a long pause, only the sound of 207 beat-per-minute melody could be heard. and maybe your heartbeat, it felt so fast you wouldn't be surprised if any enemy tribes tracked you both from it.

"nevermind, it's stupid."

nutmeg scoffed, semi-indulgent, "what a way to leave me hanging." she started running her hands through your hair, soothing whatever thoughts were keeping you tense. her hands then snaked down to your neck and started kneading the knots out your shoulders. nutmeg was a bit rough, sure, but you couldn't blame her, it was all she knew.

so you held back the wince when she reached a specific spot and let her do her thing, your body easing anyway. it felt so nice to be cared for. you slowly lost yourself in the moment, quick ramblings and banter between the two of you. you put her at ease, making her feel like she didn't have to pretend. well, she didn't really know how not to pretend. but she tried her best anyway, and that's all that mattered to you.

"as i was saying, i think—hey, are you even listening?" nutmeg questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. "huh? oh, yeah, of course."

"liar."

"no, no! it's just… i can't focus."

"why's that?"

the dam broke: "because i love how you look when you ramble, y'know? you look so cute when it's about your interests and, i mean, i love you as a whole—" you cut yourself off, realizing what you'd just said. she went quiet as well, her face dropping. the romantic melody coming from her phone suddenly sounded so mocking, her touch burning.

you stood up, excusing yourself out of embarrassment, tears lining your waterline from her lack of reaction. you could feel her eyes on you. it felt like judging, how she seemed to stare through your skin and into your very soul, your feelings laid bare. not even a proper rejection, just silence. how… cold.

but nutmeg just stayed in place, watching you leave. she didn't know what to say, honestly. and oh, god help her, but she loved you too. so, so much. and she feared she just lost her only chance to say it back.