#i cannot believe i'm writing for an ikemen series again

[kamesama]

— eyes: william rex.

— notes + warnings: william rex x harriet crawford ( oc ). no warnings. a little something written solely to treat myself because i've almost reached a point of a burnout. yes, i am playing something by cybird again. — word count: 429

your eyes betray you, robin.

she walked erect; proud and unbeatable, a monarch with no war lost. sometimes, her lips seemed to press shut as if honouring an oath that allowed no slip-ups. something tremendously heavy lurked in-between the thick hairs of her eyebrows and appeared to warn that a step too close could be fatal. it was the mock-authority; a seal on her heart. a fortress greatly guarded.

but her eyes. oh, her eyes; the pools of warm hazel like forest grounds basked in sunlight. like ferns and moss and penny buns and tree barks. a pair of traitors overwhelmed with curiosity, clouded by wonder so profound it almost pierced a veil of reality. akin to little thieves, they stole their glances at whatever called out to them; a dress shamelessly displayed beyond the boutique's window, a handsome man made mysterious by a fedora, a steaming pastry resting underneath a generous layer of powdered sugar in the bakery, and – whenever they thought they were particularly slick – a certain villain. 

they seemed to attempt to strip him off of something; to plunge deep underneath the gloomy waves of his mind. it was a tenacious, burdensome endeavor, it seemed. the type to leave one empty handed. 

william relished in getting crumbs of such attention. bold, yet utterly shy, reeking of interest despite the best efforts to remain subtly unnoticed. it spoke volumes of a desire – dark and velvety – kept under a lock and key. he recognised it as a cry for help. a plea for attention. an unspoken prayer for him to make the walls of her fortress crumble into nothing but dust. 

and it was loud.

william heard it across the vast sea of chitter-chatter and clinks and clanks. his crimson eyes – sharp and smiling – trailed off a man who’s just bid him the most cordial farewell, and met hers. she devoured him and found him hard to digest, it appeared; a notion that made his smooth smirk deepen with an unspoken promise. she stripped him of both clothes and facade, and he remained certain that she ached to have her hands on his skin and herself beneath it. 

your eyes betray you, robin. they’re begging you to give in, tempting you to trust.

but ever so stubborn, she looked away, wholly unaware of how her thoughts leaked from out of her pores; seeping. her gaze drifted elsewhere, once more hazed by a heavy thought. a wonder. a decision in the making. 

you know what they say, my little girl – stare into the abyss, and the abyss stares back at you.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.