"I always thought that the first time I'd be on my knees I'd be praying..." I held my breath lowering myself to my knees in front of him,
"Then worship," he smirked, "what do you desire?"
Being loved by the king of Socrates Academy is haunting, espe...
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Play flightless bird by American mouth and the lakes by Taylor swift for this chapter!!
Christmas Day
Niklaus likes to sleep with me.
Not kiss me and make advances towards me but just sleep next to me, I like sleeping with Nik too. I like watching every rise and fall of his chest, every sigh and sleepy breath, every fluttering of his eyelashes when he's about to wake. He has no nightmares when he sleeps beside me, no distractions nor disturbances. I expected Marx House to feel empty without the others, but having it be just him and I makes it feel so whole.
It's almost like we're playing house. We sleep in the same bed, we watch television together and make dad jokes about it, we prepare recipes from cookbooks together and pretend we're on a cooking show. We clean and sing songs while holding brooms that play on the radio, I listen to Patricia tell me stories about Klaus when he was younger and I laugh while he blushes. He never really stopped blushing so easily around me.
But today I woke up alone, on Christmas Day. I wonder where's he's run off to, I'm still wearing pyjamas, a long-sleeved lavender nightshirt and matching pants. It's snowing outside today, it reminds me of my brothers. I haven't received any letters from them, I know I shouldn't have expected to because it's too risky, especially from Dmitriy because he's leading the army stationed at the Berlin Wall. But I would've thought that Nikolai or Andrei would've thought of me...it was odd that they hadn't even found a way to contact me.
