Curate, connect, and discover
I’m really bad at this, I apologize in advance! Hope you all enjoy!! 🙂
Imagine Chrollo looking at his lover as if they were the most valuable thing in the world.
“Hmm” Chrollo hummed glancing at your figure curled over the greying stones. Head burrowed in the antique book he lent you long ago. He watched your features closely. Eyes devouring each word within the yellowed pages before being brought to a halt by an emotion he couldn’t quite place. The way your eyebrows crinkled while your rosy lips grimace at the book tucked in your dainty hands brought him to believe you were contemplating something of importance.
The concentration put in, he had to admit was adorable.
Chrollo quickly made his way to the stairs. Crouching in front of your delicate figure his hands traced the cold rocky surface on either side of your thighs. Fingers drumming a ghost of a beat before finally reaching their target. A pinch on your thigh.
A gasp left your plump lips, startled by the pain. Eyes fluttering up to his figure. ‘They must not have known I was here he supposed. Oblivious as always, he shakes his head. Even now he could feel the corners of his lips quirking up. Oh, if only you knew what you do to him. It was still a mystery how he survived so long without you.
Shyly smiling at him your quiet voice echoed through the broken walls bringing his attention back to you.
“Chrollo, what’s the essence? Like in the essence of art,” your big doe eyes glancing up at his dark ones.
“Darling, how do you not know the answer?” He mused, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes drinking in every inch of your form. Beautiful.
He contemplated keeping you in the dark, but your protests convinced him otherwise.
“You, y/n, are the quintessential essence of life. An art all your own” he hummed, voice laced with amusement. Leaning down to kiss your forehead he whispered, “my favorite masterpiece.”
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“Wait! Come back!That’s not an answer Chrollo!!!”