STRIKHEDONIA // Dream x Reader

6

Your eyes croak at the flash of first light, your body is numb for the moment. It's hazy, your only recollection of last night, sneaking out. With a small groan you lift your hand, lightly wiping your eyes.

You can hear footsteps stop in front of you. Cracking your eyes open you look around.
The sun shines through the trees, still low in the sky leading on a golden hue. The dew in the grass is cold against your skin as you regain feeling. You glance up, a male stands before you, watching you with a tilted head.
Short blonde hair sticks out in tuffs on his head and a green hoodie covering a black turtle neck. Plates of armor cover his vital organs and bandages wrapped around his wrist.
The sun glints off the dark glowing axe strapped to his back. But what catches your attention most is the mask resting on his face.

"Hi?" You say.

He leans down, closer to you. Looking you over in silence.
Unsure, you scoot back further against the tree behind you. The bark hard against your skin.

His silence speaks volumes, so you stay quiet too.
"Madame!" The footsteps are hard against the grass. The man's head snapping towards the sound and standing.
"Wait!"
He doesn't listen, jumping into the brush and wisting away. The way he moves is fast, faster that what a normal human moves. Quiet he leaps through the trees before going out of view.
You almost forget that Noctia is running towards you.

"Are you ok?" Her hands grasp your face, looking you over to check for any wounds or scratches.
"Are you crazy?! You must be out of your mind to do such a thing!"
You can only sit and silence and endure the lecture.

Noctia was pissed, and that was an understatement within itself. She would get over it eventually but you knew that she would bring it up when you're father returned.
That was beyond the least of your worries however, your mind still stuck on the porcelain white smile. Whoever he was, he saved your life. It was only right that you found him and thanked him.
Though leaving the house would be hell after what you just pulled, you knew that.

Groaning, you throw your head back. Leaning it against the wall and sighing.
Looking out the window you lean forward, pressing your hand against the cold glass. Your warmth fogging up the area around it.

Who was he? And if you were to see him again what would you do?