The Ice in my Heart (K/DA x Male Reader)

44 | Flowers in the Sky

Tall chocolate-brown trunks rose from the grass, their long branches reaching outwards with thick blankets of pink. Each blossom swayed along the gentle breeze and as their petals drifted slowly down, they danced in a picturesque waltz in the sky. The grass, a vibrant green, was bestrewn with patches of carnation-pink petals.

The faint sweet fragrance of roses and vanilla wafted through the air, and in the river several feet away, ducks splashed and quacked freely.

In such an ethereally beautiful scene, I laid on a blanket set out, with my head resting on Ahri's lap. Her dainty fingers ran through my hair absent-mindedly, and occasionally, she would play with the tufts. It was the first time, in a long while, that me and Ahri went to go see the cherry blossoms. It was a yearly tradition in the places fortunate enough to grow them, but the last time we went was back in high school.

Still, we found ourselves in the spot we had always reserved, underneath a particularly thick tree by the river. I remember that Kenza always liked climbing it.

"You know," I piped up softly, "I saw Kenza's mother today."

Ahri's ears twitched in surprise, as her face suddenly resumed attentiveness.

"I thought..?"

She trailed off, but I knew where she was going with it.

"Yeah. But she was there at his grave. We exchanged a few words when I went to visit my parents."

"What did you guys talk about?"

I sighed.

"Stuff. I don't know. She seemed stuck in the past. Like I used to be. Or maybe am."

"I thought you moved on?" she asked curiously.

"I did. I definitely did," I said, rising from her lap. My eyes drifted over to a heart with Ahri's and my initials etched into the bark of the tree we were under. A little bit away was a similar one, with K and S written inside. "It's just in moments like these, I can't help but remember the way things used to be."

She nodded in understanding, leaning forth to plant a kiss on my lips before pointing to the river.

"Remember when Sui tripped and fell in?" she giggled.

I chuckled.

"He was wet for the whole day," I reminisced. It was a fun memory, yet every time I recalled their faces, I could only see them as they were the last time I ever spoke to them. A frown came to my face.

I scooted a little closer to the vastaya, bringing her head to my chest in a secure hug.

"I'm sorry Ahri. I should've stopped them much sooner."

She suffered more by their hands than I did, I would say. The fact that she was still smiling like she was now was a testament to her incredible strength. With another peck, her tails curled around me.

"You did stop them. (Y/N), I didn't bring up old memories because I wanted you to feel bad over them. I did it because I feel the same way. I miss the way that Meshi would make picnics. I miss the way that Suyong would take pictures of us. But I also hate them for what they did. It's possible to hate someone while loving their memory."

Her fingers interlocked with mine.

"I'm okay because you're here with me. And K/DA too. So, let's make some new memories together. Some that we won't have to regret later."

An overwhelming warmth washed over me, and looking into her sapphire-like eyes, I felt that perhaps going to Ionia was needed, not only to pursue the truth of my identity, but to chase the cathartic release of regret. Yet, I only had one thought.