#spitefulwritings

It didn't speak too kindly on your mental state, seeing how quickly you determined to leave everything for "a bunch of pixels"...but your brain only ran on one track, one where your final stop would take you to him again.

First you tried shifting, with little result. You'd get soo close...but then you'd open your eyes too early or you'd get distracted and the frustration piled up with every failed attempt.

Then you tried to add yourself to the game with a suspicious "brain chip", you were certain was a scam.

To your surprise, it works perfectly in the demo. Extracting another character and placing them in your laptop...however the fee was ridiculous and not amount of desperation or begging or borrowing or loans could pay it, the demo alone had hurt your wallet massively which foolishly led you to believe you'd actually bought the chip.

Next was lucid dreaming...then meditation...then manifestion...nothing worked.

Finally you landed on straight up witchcraft. You'd laid the candles, burned your sage, even drew the pentagram with your blood for hopefully better result. The instructions said to write your heart's desire on paper, burn it and mix the ashes with water then drink all whilst sitting in the pentagram.

It'd been hard to get it all down without throwing up due to just how big your paper was...but you did it anyway.

Yet all that came after was silence..

You felt your eyes begin to twitch at another failed attempt and flew into another fit, throwing and smashing all that was within reach, shrieking and alarming your neighbours for possibly the 5th time this week, and it was tuesday.

Soon you collspsed into the ground, crying yourself to sleep whilst your own hand caressed your face, wishing it was his.

Your dreams grant you a momentary relief before streams of sunlight wake you up against your will. You'd been just about to hug him when the rays came like fire behind your eyelids.

One red-rimmed eye flies open as if to glare at the sun...when you remember you were curled on the floor...in the corner of your room, away from anywhere the sun should reach in your room the sun..how could it...

That wasn't your curtain.

Sitting up, your hands sunk into the soft bed..you weren't on the floor either...

Wiping your eyes comically, you find that—yes— this isn't your room!

Slowly...ever so slowly, you turns to see the man laying by your side, an ear flicking when an insect flies to close.

Your eyes turn glassy before you can control it and you hugged him tightly.

The man stirred, awoken by the tight squeeze, but certainly not complaining.

He grinned at the display and rubbed your back. "Bad dream?" He asked, slightly cocky but visibly concerned.

"Yeah" you said quietly.

"I lost you"

He stayed quiet for a bit before his thumb brushed your cheek.

"Sweetheart.." he said slowly. You heart leaped, remembering it was the petname you wrote.

"You'll never lose me to anything. I'm right here and forever yours, ok?"

He finished, hugging you tighter.

"Ok"

You nodded, dragging your finger along his clavicle, causing a slight shudder to run through him.

Then snuggling further into his chest, you nipped his collar bone, causing the man—who'd already allowed sleep to claim him again— to whine deeply.

"Honey...." he drawled, holding you even tighter, tail wrapping around your thigh as you watched the mark bloom, not red but black with the proof of the ritual still on your tongue. You did it again. Less black. More red at the edges, causing the man to groan whilst you admired your work.

He was right after all. If what you wrote came true, he was no longer just a love interest anyone could pick. He was available to you alone.

He was all yours.