.: Believe me :. Russia X Scarred!Reader
She never believed she was beautiful. Not once did she ever believe me when I told her, even if I tell her every day, every chance I get. Yet, it seemed to go in one ear and out the other, nothing I tried worked.
She is beautiful, and I am a monster, but it seems like the other way in her mind, having convinced herself she is the monster.. Pure innocence is what she is, a kind smile and sparkling eyes. Why must she not believe me? Why must that frustratingly beautiful woman never listen and just believe me?!
Listen hard and listen well, my beautiful little one. Those scars of yours make you even more beautiful, those little quirks, unbelievable. Believe me or not, you are beautiful, not only to me, but the real people you know.
Listen hard and listen well, my beautiful little one, for you are the one whom holds my heart, and you alone. The funny way you laugh makes me smile, the sweetness in your eyes makes my heart flutter. Oh what you do to me.
Listen hard and listen well, my beautiful little one, your messy morning hair is adorable, not horrible! The way you talk in your sleep is what makes you oh-so innocent, don't ever lie.
Why do you love a monster like me?
Listen hard and listen well, my beautiful little one, for you are what makes me happy, no matter what you say. Believe me when I say this; I love you forever, nothing will change that sunflower. We will be together forever. I will never let anything happen to you again. You have my word.
Within the large room, the morning light strewn in through the large arched windows, the tips of the leaves caressing the glass like a lover in the moonlight of sweet midnight, holding that one close, bodies pressed together... The room was warm, but so cold in the same way, the colors inviting but deadly. The room lacked life, even with a large Russian male sitting within the wall where the windows bowed out into the sky, saying "Hello!" to the world.
The soft sound of a pencil retiring to a maple desk was the only sound within the silence of the morning until another sigh sounded. The male slowly lowered his head, staring at the large palms that had killed so many with a pent up hatred, but also admiration. They could protect the one that matters most...but they could so easily hurt as well, and it killed him. The pain of knowing what has happened made the violet eyes shut tightly, almost as if trying to push the memories out of his head. Why must he remember? Why must have it happened?
Within moments, the pale blonde hair slowly fell back onto pale ivory skin as the amethyst orbs opened slowly, the massive ten-foot wooden doors creaked open, a single figure walking into the room with only a grace and kindness the male's lover could hold, a smile glimmering into the rather dark room, highlighting her outline, giving her an angelic presence. The male wished to see her features, but this was so mesmerizing, all he could do was stare with those wide violet orbs of his.
"Ivan, silly boy," a gentle voice floated from the figure, dancing within the ears of the Russian, making a smile curl up his lips. "Come to breakfast, your daughter wants her Papa!"
The voice rose him to his feet, knowing work could wait until later, as long as he had his dear, he was fine. Walking up to her, he gently took her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles, lowering his head more to press his forehead to her scared hand. "As you wish, my beautiful little one.."
As the door shut behind the two, the paper floated gracefully to the ground, spinning around in the air as though dancing with the kind and graceful air, before nuzzling into the open arms of the floor.
My Beautiful Little One, You Are Mine, Now Until Forever, And I Am Yours..