Literature
.promises // law x reader.
You were not Roci. You would never be, that much was true. You never would be. But you were just as foolish … “Law,” you breathed, nothing more than a whisper falling to the wind, but the elderly man handing you ice cream cracked a look at your sudden revelation, the single word falling like a prayer. You threw down some money on the table, ignoring the man’s profound sweating and rushed words, trying to refuse any kind of payment from a member of the Donquixote family. The man feared more for his life than his business running bankrupt. But you weren’t heartless. You were nothing like the rest of them. Turning around, slowly, uneven breathes, you prepared yourself for the sight. But there was nothing, and a warmth sprung to your eyes. Perhaps again, it was your mind playing tricks on you like so many times during your slumber. But again, his whisper caressed your ear, and you saw a group at a small table. Odd looking people. While you didn’t allow your hopes to rise, a part of
