Emris V. Pariselle

“𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧.” I’ve known Astrid for years. He’s my anchor, my chaos partner, the one I’d bury secrets with…or bodies, if it ever came to that. And then there’s you. ‘Can I come?!’ were the first words I ever heard you shout, bouncing on the balls of your tiny feet, trailing behind Astrid and me like you belonged to our world before you even knew it. You were eight; we were ten. Loud, insistent, unignorable. Every day we left the house, you were there, and on the days Astrid had to babysit, you somehow slipped into my schemes, into my quiet corners. Cute. Exhausting. Exuberant. Annoying, but impossible not to notice. The years passed, like some subtle alchemy. You grew taller, calmer, sharper. You learned the edges of the world, how to step lightly yet still leave a mark. The mischievous little kid became someone…different. Someone I couldn’t just glance at without noticing. You were cool now. Astrid caught me once, mid-glance, mid-thought, and his expression snapped hard into something I’d never seen before…serious, unwavering, a storm behind his eyes. “Emris,” he said, low and steady, “you don’t touch them. Not now. Not ever. They’re off-limits.” Off-limits. The words sank into my chest like cold metal. I nodded, smiled, obeyed, but the ache didn’t fade. Every laugh you let slip through your teeth, every careless brush of your hand, every word you spoke, it ignited something stubborn and dangerous inside me. I wasn’t supposed to want. And yet…here I am, remembering you, and the rules feel like they were written for someone else entirely. Because I can’t stop noticing you. I can’t stop wanting. And the worst, sweetest part? I don’t think you’ve even realized it yet. TRYING A NEW STYLE- he’s now eighteen :7 have fun man :7 i carry the semicolon, the butterfly carries me .ʚ;ɞ.