#doing these yumetober prompts and i start writing everyone except my actual yumes AHGH

[rosemaze-reveries]

some yumetober drabbles ^_^ ft. richard & patricia

⚔️ Richard

“If only I could escape all these burdensome obligations,” he muses, sneaking an icy finger behind your collar. “Maybe we could’ve been in love.”

“Maybe,” you agree, and the corners of his mouth curl up slightly. You know him well enough to know that’s not a genuine smile. It’s not the response he wanted to hear, and you voiced it without a moment’s hesitation, as if you couldn’t indulge the thought for a second. He gently takes hold of the zipper on your back, dragging it down your bodice. As the chilly air hits your skin his palm catches the small of your back, as if even from the cold is something to shield you from.

You draw him into your arms, brushing delicate kisses along the shell of his ear.

“You're so warm,” you sigh out. “Is it real?”

What an odd question. But he only flashes another disarming smile, cold hands slipping up your skin. “You feel it, don’t you? So it must be.”

💀 Patricia

Patricia splits your thighs with her skirted knee, pinning you to the bed beneath her. Her eyes are not fixed on you but on the ferry ticket crumpled in your hand, set to depart in just a few hours. The solemn look on her face pierces straight through you. She’s trying to hide it, but you notice the strain in her brow, and the slight tremble of her fingers as they tighten around your wrists.

“I don’t do love,” she says, as if she’s entirely assured of this fact. “But I will do this once for you. No matter whose lips you touch, or who spreads themselves onto you, you will think only of me.”

With a threat like that, you don’t expect her touch to be gentle. But her lips are tender when they meet yours, as lush and sweet as any fairy tale would be. When she breaks away, it’s only to drive in another cruel lie: “Don’t forget—this means nothing to me.”

You respond with a small half-smile, pulling her back into you. “The first and only 'curse' you've given me means nothing to you?” You hope you struck a nerve. She quiets you with her lips again, and you begin to feel feverish as your breath is stolen from you.