Gothikana

by RuNyx

“Witch,” he murmured to her reflection, the affection evident in his gaze and his tone. “Devil,” she breathed, hoping he found the same in her gaze and voice.

“I’m building my castle brick by brick in the middle of the storm, and I’m wondering if the mountain underneath my feet will crumble.” She turned her neck to catch his eyes. “You’re my mountain, my Vad. I don’t know how and I don’t understand why, but somehow, I’m building my castle on you.”

He leaned forward, his eyes blazing, and kissed her for a long minute before pulling back. “Build your castle, Corvina,” he told her quietly as they both watched the view outside. “I’m not moving anywhere. Build your castle as fucking high as you want.”

“You’re taking all of my firsts, Mr. Deverell,” she whispered quietly as a confession. His arm tightened. “I will take all your lasts too, Miss Clemm. Mark my words.”

I will never be a good man. But you don’t need a good man, do you? You need a devil to fight your demons because you don’t want to fight them alone.

“This will last until the day roses on my grave stop sharing roots with the roses on yours,” he declared. “I will have you even in death, little witch. I am your beast. I am your madness. And you, you’re my afterlife.”

‘I will not let you go into the unknown alone.’ “Dracula,”

“You’re the mountain I build my castle on, brick by brick,” she whispered to him, her eyes stinging. “You stand, I soar. You crack, I crumble.”

“Little witch,” he kissed her softly - “you’ll leave me when the roots of the roses on your grave…”

“Leave the roots of the roses on yours,” she completed, having heard it multiple times over the course of the months, taking a deep breath.

“What will we do now?” she asked, her violet eyes hypnotic. She had sorcery in those eyes, and he was bewitched, besotted, begone.