The Minimalist (yandere!Tears of Themis x reader)

gummy bears

man writers block has been kicking my ass. 

but tonight i have decided to sit down and write out this chapter even if it pains me to do so. 

i have my grapefruit and apple gummy bears. 

i have my blankets and music. 

lets get this show on the road shall we?

the door to the car open smoothly, revealing a pretty, 2 story modernist house. 

there was a panel of reflective windows facing the street, so Y/n could see out, but no one could see in. the structure was incredibly reflective of the more modern minimalist structures. it wasnt to warm and cozy looking. 

her arm was in an sling, bandaged to her side so it wouldnt move any more than an inch. the doctors said that she should avoid getting her wounds wet, so it would be either hot tubs or dry shampoo for the next week and a half. 

if she stayed here that long. 

Artem wrapped an arm around her waist, part of her had grown to be fond of the three men, and the other, more rational side, hated every fiber of their bodies. 

she had been given a prescription for Vicodine and told to take it as needed. along with some antibiotics, and a reference to a physical therapist. once Marius had signed away some medical bills and consents to treatment, they did one last look over before showing her how to put on her sling, and telling her when it was okay to take it off, and how she should position her arm if she did. 

Y/n wasnt planning on taking it off at all. but with Dr. Vyn breathing down her neck, she had a feeling physical therapy would be starting soon enough. 

Artem helped her stay steady as she walked up the three small stairs and then open the door with her good arm. 

the house was already cooled nicely. it smelt like clean linen fabreeze and slightly spicey candles. there was already furniture, all of which complemented the geometrical decor that hung on the walls. there were a few abstract paintings, and even a mini koi pond. the water flowing quietly, making it even more relazing inside. 

she felt like she was in some Air BnB in a house that belonged to an abstract painter. 

most of the art of the walls were from the same artist. the dark colors contrasted nicely with the white walls and off-white carpeting. 

"do you want to do a tour of the house now?" Artem asked her. 

Vyn and marius were quietly argueing on how to best fit her luggage into the room, and wether or not she would need a downstairs or upstairs bedroom. 

Artems voice was calm and measured, no longer nervous or sad sounding like before. Y/n brought her eyes to meet his, and nodded slowly. 

Artem walked her slowly around. the kitchen was white and gold marble countertops, a magnetic stove and appliances she had never dreamt of having. like, what even is an air frier? how does that work? 

anyways. 

he showed her the drawers, and then the fridge before pausing at the island. 

"when you want something cooked, just ask us alright? with your shoulder like that you shouldnt be handling anything sharp. so just ask us for something to eat."

"what about cereal, i wont burn the house down trying to pour milk."

her tone was a little more venomous than she wanted it to be. Artem didnt pay it any attention, and motioned for her to follow it.