When It's Cold(Pelle Ohlin x Reader)

7.

PELLE POV
I wake up to see Y/n asleep right next to me. In my embrace, to be exact. I get flustered but I don't want to wake them up. They look so peaceful like this. I admire them for a few minutes until they wake up. When they are fully awake, they realise they've been sleeping in my arms, to which I immediately apologise and tell them i didn't mean to. They tell me it's okay, like they always do.

They get dressed and as soon as they do, they start painting. I want them to pay attention to me. They decided to paint with their blood today, so as soon as they start cutting their arms I jump on them and start licking the pouring blood. "I was going to use that, though." They look at me. "My apologies, I just couldn't resist". I get off of them but they pull me back. "You didn't have to stop, you know." I look in their lifeless e/c eyes for a second, but continue anyways. They look like a corpse, and I like that about them. I love how dead they look.