Aggressive Romantic

Embarrassed leek🥬

zero canonicity, zero plot, 100% praise kink

first tumblr post ever and im glad its this

Margarette doesn’t shy from their feelings. They want your hearts to harmonise. They want to be the one you trust implicitly, the one who speaks your body language as fluently as their own. 

You were strangers for so long, but some strangers are meant to be. And they thought that they might know you, like your story didn’t start here. Maybe love is stored in the soul, or maybe you’re someone they were always meant to find.

You’re worth all the time they waited, and they’ll only let you go when there’s an end to forever, because love is too much for one heart to hold. 

And theirs has skipped so many beats. You’ve taken years from them, but they’ll give you decades. They’ll give until you have more of them than they do - until they’re nothing without you. 

They knew you’d make each other happy. And they wondered if all their other feelings were extensions of love. It made them sure they’d follow you anywhere, because when everything was chance, you were fate. 

You started as friends, but with each day you became something more. And when you realised that everything they said meant “I love you”, you forgot how to love anyone else. 

Before they met you, they were okay being mother to all and lover to none, but in matters of the heart, greed seems like a virtue, and patience a vice. But if they can be patient, then there will come a time when the night can’t separate you. 

Margarette can love you at your lowest - they can show you the good in everything you hate about yourself. They see more of you than anyone, and if they want to see the sun, they need only to make you smile. 

They’re a romantic. They’ll kiss you until you’re wearing their lipstick. They’ll hold you until you know you’re irreplaceable. 

Love makes the best music, so they turn their feelings into sounds. But you’re the conductor, and they’re playing what you want to hear. 

They’ve known so many people, but there’s no-one like you. If they couldn’t touch you, they’d think you a dream. And if you tried to see the world through their eyes, you would only see yourself.