Heyo!

(For those of you who don’t know, you can still have sight while being legally blind, for this MC is going to have glasses. I’m legally blind without my glasses, and I’ve had this idea in my head for a good long while, enjoy!)

“Mychael… is that yours…?” You asked, staring at the tail now tightly gripping your cup. Your eyes slowly gazed up to look at Mychael, head now hanging low in his hands. It hurt to seem him like this, he was so cheery just a few moments ago.

“I… I’m sorry (y/n)” he spoke softly, “I-“ he paused, debating his next words, “I should be honest…” he slowly tilted his head up, pulling his hair back to reveal his two sets of eyes.

You stared in shook, looking from one set to the other, and taking in his expression. His brows were knit, and a small frown adorned his face… he was scared. He looked away from you, avoiding your gaze and looking around the room. His dark eyes were downcast, and his eyes were teary.

“Please…” his voice was low, almost a whisper, “I know… I…” he stopped and took a deep breath to steady himself, before closing his eyes and speaking again, “I know its a lot… but… this is what i really look like. Who I really am…”

“I know what I look like, just please,” he finally turned his gaze back up to you, eyes pleading, “Please don’t be scared…” he begged.

Finally gathering your senses, you turn your gaze to flick between his eyes, tail, ears, and horns. You weren’t scared, as much as fascinated. He was like the fae your grandmother would warn you about, like the fairies, elves, and dragons in your story books.

However, this did not reach Mychael. His perception clouded by fear, he took your silence as a bad sign. he dropped his head on the table, quietly muttering out a sentence that was barely audible, being muffled by the table. “I can hide my face, if that’s what you want, just… I…” he let out a staggered breath, not knowing what else he could say. Slowly he peaked up through his hair to see your face.

You were smiling

A soft reassuring smile, one that slightly eased his growing anxiety.

“There’s nothing wrong with how you look.” You said plainly, meeting his eyes as he picked his head off the table. He was preparing for the worst, and hopping for the best. But even so, your reaction was the farthest from what he expected. Not even in the “good ending” he had hoped for.

“R-Really!?” He asked, face lifting from disparate to a slight hopeful look, “even though I look like this?”

You reached up to grab your glasses, taking them off and setting them on the table.

“There,” you said, smiling fondly, “now I can’t see you, problem solved.”

“That’s not-“

“Mychael.” You interrupted, “You have treated me better than most of the people I know would have. And im a stranger. Your kindness means more to me than what you look like.”

You reached out to put your glasses back on, and laid your hand on his, “I’ve spent most of my life with eyesight so bad, im considered legally blind. Only recently did I finally get the right prescription. I know there are mean people, and there are nice people” You gave his hand a small reassuring squeeze, “I’d much rather spend my time with someone as thoughtful, kind, caring, and sweet as you over most.”

Mychael stared at you in disbelief as a few small tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t have hopped this would happen, not even in his dreams, yet here he is.

“And besides,” you continued, “you’re pretty in your own way. Like the mystic, natural beauty of nature infused into a person. Unnatural yes, but ugly…?” you paused, staring deeply into his eyes,

“That’s the farthest thing from what you are.”

.

.

.

And that was it, he decided then and there, that you had to stay. Those words, he could feel the meaning behind them. He could see the warmth in your eyes, and the honesty in your voice.

You were perfect.

And hopefully, you’d forgive him for being selfish, just this once.

notes~

the early sun filtered through the window, warming up her skin and stiring her awake.

she felt the warmth grazing her face, letting out a tired groan and turning away from the rays of light.

it felt too early, too early to be awake right now.

her body relaxes back into the bed, her subconscious ready to slip back into sleep once more.

“…firefly?” she heard mychael’s voice whisper, hand gently reaching up to rub her arm underneath the blanket.

she didn’t respond, hoping that he’d take the hint and let her sleep a little longer before she becomes fully awake.

she had been spending a lot more time in mychael’s cabin, going over ever weekend to relax with him and get away from the stress of the week following up to them.

he had been more than happy to have her over more, the time spent together was filled with knitting, cooking, cuddling, and walking through the woods.

mychael learned a lot about his firefly from their time shared, what foods she liked, stories of her childhood, what her favorite flowers were.

and that she was not a morning person.

she can sleep like a log through the morning. maybe due to her horrible sleeping habits, but she can sleep until two in the afternoon.

he was the opposite, waking up bright and early to cook breakfast, tend to his chickens, knit whatever came to mind.

he’d let her sleep for an extra hour when she came over, but he didn’t let her sleep any longer than that.

so, he found a good way to arise her from her slumber.

a smile etched its way on mychael’s lips when she didn’t stir, leaning closer to her ear and whispering again.

“fireflyyyy….its time to wake up.” he brushed some hair from her face, catching her lips twitch as a barley audible hum escaped her.

curse him and his soft voice. it always made her heart flutter and her brain run a million miles an hour.

she felt herself become more and more awake and aware, but she still didn’t open her eyes,

mychael lets out a soft laugh, nuzzling his nose into her hair, “come on, firefly, I made you breakfast.” he mumbled against her head, pressing a soft kiss against it.

she almost smiled, but she held it down, pressing her lips into a thin line.

mychael didn’t miss that, knowing she was hearing everything he was saying.

he pressed another kiss on her cheek, right below her nose, “if you don’t eat it, it’ll get cold,” he pressed on, another kiss on her nose, “and I don’t want you to go hungry.”

she purses her lips, the edges of her lips quirking and her eyelids shutting tighter.

another laugh escaped him, shaking his head, “firefly, I know you’re awake.” he chided, reaching up to cup her cheek with one hand, “come on, open your eyes for me, please?”

….it’s hard to ignore him.

that’s why his method of waking her up always works.

she opened one eye, peaking up and catching the gaze of his beautiful golden eyes.

the sunlight traced over his features, making him appear more otherworldly, more breathtaking.

more beautiful.

she opens her other eye, leaning against the warmth of his palm and letting the smile grow on her lips, “good morning, mychael.”

mychael sighed lovingly, staring into her with that lovesick expression he had developed with her. he can practically feel his tail wagging behind him.

he leans closer, pressing his forehead against hers and closing his eyes, basking the in warmth from her skin, “morning, firefly.” he whispered, pressing the final kiss on her lips.