#muttxreader

Giving him some time to try and relax, no sooner the magic relaxed in the room…

“Why not?” The words couldn’t be stopped.

“...b’cause-... we ain’ those.” 

“Soulmates?” Your head tilted gently. “But… It’s something silly to call the other, isn’t it?”

“...no.” Russ rubbed his face, bare bones scraping against the other. “... monsta culture, thare’s actually a thing ‘bout it. n’ i-...” He groaned before looking at you with his tired sockets. “...i had’un, Y/n. long b’fer ya…”

“Oh? You had one?” You gently repeated. “I-... Ain’t going to ask, but… I’m sorry for upsetting you. I-... Didn’t know.”

Russ moved slowly to put his clawed hand into yours, intertwining them as he pulled your hand up and pressed his fangs against your knuckles. After which, he sighed something of a relief as he just rubbed a part of your hand in circles with his thumb. 

“nah… i jus’-” A look of regret could be seen before he looked you in the eyes. “at th’time, when it all collasped... it wasn’ perty. n’ now, i jus’ don’ believe in tha’ no more… s’a fantasy tha’ most will die for… n i ain’ inta dyin’ when i got someone who ain’ no fantasy, sittin’ right b’side me now. In real time… someone i can touch…”

Gently, ever so softly, he reached to caress your hair back. Looking at you as if you were untouchable; Sockets filling with softness just for you. 

“... ta hold…” 

His hand slid down to your shoulder, his other tightening your hand together with his, as he slid closer against you. 

Before you knew it, his face was inching its way closer to yours, as you could feel the tint of his magical breath blow against your own skin. 

“...ta kiss…” He smiled, watching as your face began to heat up. 

As you tried to say a word, anything at all; He silenced you with his skeletal kiss against your own lips. The warmth of his magic surged through you, feeling as if he was indeed kissing and not pressing his fangs against you. 

“...soulmates… ain’ fer m’.” He said, after a time. “...cause i got someone… betta than tha’.