Your Scars Are Mine

"Don't look at me I look awful " she said sniffing and wiping that pearl drop that left her caramel eyes sliding through her ivory visage.

"Do you? Lemme see and decide for myself." His slender fingers slid through her cinnamon locks only to find her crimson nose peaking out which made her nothing but cuter than she already looked.

She shrugged to wipe off his touch in vain of course. In a swift move, he held her jaw in a firm hold. Firm yet gentle. As his russet orbs locked with her caramel ones, it went calm. Those pearl drops resting over her thick lashes adored those doe-shaped cages that captivated his soul. His heart felt restless, a ting of burn. An urge to burn whoever was the reason behind this messy piece of devastated art in front of him. A visible sigh left his serene lips which later stretched up forming into a smile of comfort.

"Oh, you do look awful." He joked as a chuckle left his strawberry lips making her visibly frown. Visible steams left her ears as she hit him hard on his solid chest which basically did no harm to his well-built anatomy and yet he faked a wince.

"Oh, those pretty hands got some strength. I'm pretty sure." His serene lips formed a pout making an appearance of adoration inside those caramel eyes of her, replacing the seething rage. She didn't notice that for some mere moments, those pearl drops stopped making an appearance over her ivory cheeks. And that's what he wanted. But as soon as her mind ran through the dark abyss once again, she went numb.

The ting of burn appeared inside his heart once again which made his urge to burn the world, stronger.

"Do I have the permission to ask about the culprit that created this messy piece of masterpiece in front of me which I hate to see but adore to ignore right now?"

She chuckled in disbelief at his despicable remarks in between those sniffs from her crimson nose bump.

"And if you find out that the culprit is none other than that messy piece of art herself? then what?" He attempted to act as if his tanned visage went into a deep thought of contemplation.

"Oh, that's a struggle senorita. You see, no one is allowed to make these sunset eyes shed their precious pearl drops. Not even the owner of those eyes. So as per the rules, her DIWANA has to find a punishment for you, Your Highness." She scoffed at his flirty way of comforting her. Her head tilted resting over her slender hand as her bangles made those tingling sounds of enchantment. The wind of the spring swung by the window brushing some cinnamon locks off of her face. The metallic rays of the sunset fell over her ivory visage which had a tint of ruby and carmine... Those rays showed more. Those lips that resembled raspberries, seemed pale. A glimpse of those scarlet eyes that held some unshed tear drops that appeared as if those were pearls, priceless, as he always demanded. The rays showed vulnerability, a heavyweight of melancholy, and last but not least... Acceptance. He wondered... Wondering about the mystery this broken piece of masterpiece hid behind her ribcage to escape the world of torment.

But then she smiled...

She freaking smiled...

As if her existence wasn't enough to torture him, she wasn't done until she finally took his breath away.

"And what might be that punishment? Dear DIWANA?" She spoke as if those weren't words but spells. Spells for him to surrender to his, and his only... devastating beauty.

He tilted his head such that the bridge of their nose touched which earned an oh-so-delightful gasp from the masterpiece he owned by the law of almighty. The corner of his lips turned upwards and it wasn't an indication of a smirk, rather those eyes gave out an indication of affirmation that this being handed it's soul to this tyrant that hunted his senses to the point where the hunter of the demons surrendered by his own will.

"The punishment senorita... will be that this dewana will kiss every one of his Zaalim's scars until there are nothing left to cry for."

"And what if those scars are the ugliest you've seen? "

"I'll draw stars around them to hide them from the rest of the world and to adore for myself. "

"What if you get tired?"

"Senorita? Tired of my own heartbeat? The breath I take every moment? Tired of what? Tired of the source of my life?"

"You're unbelievable..." She cried out.

"And yet you believe every bit of my affection to live on. Can't be more grateful." He stated making her choke on her tears while her caramel orbs glared at him annoyingly earnings a chuckle from his serene lips.

"Shut up!"

"Make me." Was all he could say before their silhouette witnessed their mischief in between the vermilion rays of the setting sun that painted the walls with their momentary oblivion.

(Diwana = Crazy lover , Zaalim = Tyrant)