Left for Carnage (Twisted Wonderland x Reader) (PAUSED)

Chapter 11: When you come back

WARNING: mentions of verbal fight (between the reader and their father), beasts, injuries, blood, scars, cursing.

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"(Y/N)! Wake up!", somebody grasps your shoulders and shakes them harshly. Annoyed, you swat away the hand before turning to your side and snuggling further into your hands that were placed below your head, acting like a pillow.

The atmosphere around you is calm and serene, in the distance, you hear the chirping of birds, and the soft wind that passes through the trees shaking their leaves and branches. The grass you are lying on used to sting and itch you, but now it acts as a comfortable mattress which, together with the warm sunlight, encourages you to continue your deep sleep.

You hear a chuckle come from behind you. "At least sleep under the tree. You'll burn your face if you keep exposing yourself to the sun," you feel the person gently poke your back and take a seat near you. Knowing that he will continue to bother you if you pretend to continue sleeping, you slowly open your eyes and let out a groan as you stretch your limbs.

"Is the party over yet?" a yawn escapes you and you roll onto your side, to find yourself face to face with Sigurd. Your brother shakes his head and points his thumb over his shoulder towards the large garden where you hear the thunderous music and unintelligible cheers of drunk people.

"They've just started. Eline knocked down the whole champagne tower and Uncle Mikaeli got into a fight with Dad. So, things are going great!" you roll your eyes at Sigurd's sarcasm and sit down next to him. "And you? Did you get tired of imagining making out with Émile?", you give him a smirk and watch Sigurd's eyes widen like saucers.

"W-what? N-no, not at all! Svein sent me to tell you that lunch is being served! Also, I don't like Émile!", Sigurd stumbles over his words and crosses his arms with a frown. You let out a laugh, knowing that practically everyone but Sigurd and Émile knew that the two of them had a crush on each other. "Oh yeah, and I'm a vampire," your brother shakes his head with a smirk and gives you a teasing shove, muttering for you to shut up.

The two of you fall back into silence, choosing to observe the nature around you and listen to the ruckus that is happening in the distance. These last few days have been a complete blur for you, a mix of various white dresses, different flavors of the many meals served at the various banquets, greeting relatives whose faces you had never seen before, all while your anxiety and discomfort skyrocketed due to nerves and the number of people that were surrounding you in a very small room.

But you'll be leaving in a few days and even if it's only for a couple of months, you'll be glad you won't see your father's face for a bit. Sigurd turns his head to look at you and you notice he has a somber expression. "Hey... I heard you had a nasty fight with dad today, in the morning... are you okay?" he asks in a soft tone and you cringe as you remember the words that came out of him.

"It was nothing new, just him always blaming me for everything. Only this time, I got fed up and talked back to him and that's why he got mad," you care very little that today was his wedding day to Dorothea. The woman doesn't bring you good vibes after the many dinners you've had with her and you're not exactly excited to have her in the house.

You'll never forgive him for the fact that he also got engaged to her three days after Mom's funeral.

You feel Sigurd lay his head on your shoulder as he lets out a long sigh. The anger you felt previously at the memory of the vile words that came out of your father's mouth fades and you calm down. "...You know, I was so happy when I saw you excited when you got the letter from the guild...what a stupid grin you had on your face, and what was up with your laugh? You sounded like a duck!", rolling your eyes with a smile, you slap him hard on the shoulder and Sigurd lets out a laugh. "Wow, way to ruin the mood, dumbass," you tell him between laughs.