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How dare you?
No, really, how dare you curse him, curse Licorice?!
You may act like you did no such thing but Licorice was no fool, he could tell when he's been cursed (not because of his own cursed backfiring on him, he just had lots of enemies!)
He knew it was a curse by the way all his thoughts would be plagued by you for an entire day if he saw you, if someone mentioned you, even if all he did was think about you for a mere second.
By the way he felt dizzy and hot, like he had been sick for days, if all that happened was your hands brushed against each other, if you caught him staring at you and you- the devilish thing you were, smiled at him?
His cheeks would be dusted crimson, face slick with sweat, if you dared to talk to him, whether it be a short greeting or god forbid an attempt at a conversation with him. Thankfully he'd scare you off when you tried that, yell about how he'd get you back, how he'd make sure you knew no peace when he figured out a curse horrid enough for someone like you.
Though it would just make your curse on him even worse, you'd just laugh off his threats and feign innocence at his accusations about you cursing him, you would always let out a terrible sound, one that sent shivers down his spine, others may think of it as a mere laugh, a simple giggle, but the way it made him feel?
Surely it was the act of a devil.
He hates to think about the time you dared to put a hand on his forehead, you said you were worried about him, you thought maybe he was acting like this due to a fever,
Your touch on his forehead made him feel sick.
Yes, that was it, he felt sick, he didn't wish to think about this memory nearly every day, he didn't want to acknowledge the way his heart skipped a beat the moment you stepped closer toward him, the way he seemed to long for your touch, wanting to nuzzle into your hand, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to hug you, kiss you-
He shook his head to try and ignore those horrid, troublesome thoughts, he had to pay attention to his current project, he didn't have time to think about you of all people, he didn't have time to think about how kind you were to him the moment you two met, how you tried to get closer to him, he didnt have time to imagine how your lips would feel on his.
He felt his chest beat faster, he had to figure out what kind of curse you had put on him, he wouldn't be able to get any work done today if all he did was stand around and think about you, even if that unfortunately had been what was going on the past few months. He's honestly surprised your curse doesn't seem to be deadly, at least yet.
Perhaps it's meant to ease him into a false sense of security, if he stops thinking about you he'll be fine, but then at any random time the deadly parts of the curse could take effect, surely you'd laugh at him, laugh at how he never managed to rid himself of your curse, and in his dying breaths he'd barely have the strength to get you back.
That was your plan, it had to be!
You were trying to kill him! A horrifically slow way, who knows how long it'll take? A few more weeks? Months? Years?
It sickened him how all he could think of was if he'd get to see you before he'd die, if you'd hold him, if you'd still fake the kindness you've been giving him, how he hoped for it.
Yes, it positively disgusted him how he felt how hot his face was when he brought a hand up to check himself, maybe it was some kind of fire curse, were you trying to get to combust into flames at the thought of you?
You were truly horrid. He hated you, absolutely hated you.
It didn't matter to him how he felt a pang of guilt at just the thought of saying he hated you, it didn't matter. It was just your cruel curse, it was nothing else.
He swears one of these days he's going to go straight up to you and demand you stop your curse, even if he doesn't have something planned for you, he'll make you tell him what you've done to him.
He swears it.
You honestly didn't know what to do, you tried to make friends with the man, you talked to him whenever you saw him, laughed at his jokes, your favorite was whenever he says he's going to make a special curse, just for you.
It makes your heart skip a beat, even if he's just joking.
You offer him help, you carry things for him when it seems he got too much, he always gets flustered at that.
It's adorable.
You thought he was sick with a fever, you felt his forehead with your hand, you were going to kiss it to check (something you picked up from your mother as a child.) but he pulled away and accused you of cursing him! You may have known a few things about magic but certainly not enough to curse someone!
And even if he didn't believe you when you tried to tell him, you'd especially never curse someone you had a crush on.
Though you don't think you'd be telling Licorice that last part anytime soon..
You sighed, maybe he just doesn't like you? The thought made your chest hurt, you truly hoped that wasn't the case.
You tell yourself that maybe he's just shy, not used to someone trying to be close to him, but you don't think he's that obvious to a person with a crush, even if you'd like to think you keep it a secret, your friends had teased you about it the moment you two met.
Did his friends do the same? The thought scares you, was he creeped out by you..?
You'd bring it up to him one of these days, you swear it.