vgame characters x female reader

"arr, m'lady," (part II)

Warning!!:
Alcoholic! Reader, mention of Death, grieving, tantrums, and so much horn knee stuff. ☠

Author's Note:
So I finally had a graphics drawing tablet and I first drew Alcina, because why not??? (My twitter is shykoi_ if you wanna see some of my art hehe) ✨😫✨💦 By the way, thank you for the 3.k+ reads?!?!?! 🤠🖤

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Background:
As mentioned from the previous part of this story, Y/N and Alcina kind of got ✨fruity✨ during a party while drunken and did some 💦rounds💦 at her room. This is where both the day before and the night during that party. You and Alcina had the same tailor (Donna) who made your outfits and Alcina came over to your house to go with you to the tailor together since she will be hosting a party in her Castle and she wanted to see if the both of your outfits match 💖. You're about 9 feet tall in this story, by the way. 🤠

Point of View: Second Person

H/C = your hair color

E/C = your eye color

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You had a nightmare about your father dying, fueled terribly with scenes of bloodlust men slaughtering each other. Abrupt sceneries had since then corrupted your thoughts by the time you woke up. Your butler tried to cheer you up and ordered your personal musician to play Fur Elise on the grand piano as the breakfast was being served on the grand dining table.

Your H/C hair was still messy and heavily ruffled, your loose nightgown crumpled and wrinkled, your eyes still damp from the wake, and your veiny hands slightly shaking.

Sure, it has been thousands of years ever since you've lost your father. Though, you can still hear the very words that came out of his smiling lips that went, "When I arrive by daytime in a month from now, ready your mighty boots and spyglass," a tear came rushing down your cheeks,

"Papa will teach you how to sail like a real, honest sailor." And that's all. Those are the only exact words that your father said right after he left for the expedition. Oh, the reassuring grin and gaze he gave you and your mother before he left...

A low whimper was released from your throat, making some of the servants in the room turn their heads at you, some worried and some were shocked. This is one of the rare times they get to see you like this. You are usually an optimistic, care-free woman who wore outdated clothes and would still look fantastic in them.

From afar, you heard the front doors open and close. Seconds after, Countess Dimitrescu appeared at the entrance of the dining room where you sat and blankly stared at your glass of milk with tears hesitating to fall from your long eyelashes.

As your butler soon took notice of Countess Dimitrescu's arrival, he commanded the servants to leave the room and he also went out to leave you and Alcina alone.

Alcina's heart ached as she took a step into the room, her eyes immediately locked on your fragile figure. A small frown formed on her red lips.

Unfortunately, this is not the first time Alcina saw you like this.

She sat across the table and called you by your name. Thrice.

"Y/N, look at me."

Your train of thoughts had finally come to a halt when she brushed your hand with her soft thumb, "W-wha..." You were startled by the touch and you suddenly averted your eyes away from the table, panicking. You looked up warily around your surroundings and to only see Alcina's usual grumpy face was now written with a worried expression all across it. Your breathing calmed down a little by the sight of the vampress. She leaned herself towards you from her seat and called you again.