Lyney x Reader

Realization

"Hah~" Lyney halted in front of you, his hands on his hips as he exhaled deeply. "Finally..."

You were out of breath too, running away from home to the Fountain of Lucille wasn't on your schedule tonight. But you were with Lyney again. Just like you wanted from the start.

And as you watched him turn to face you, you took in every little feature of him. His smile, his exhausted eyes, his wrinkled clothes... You went up to him, adjusted his cape and dusted off his shoulders. Huh...

Deja Vu. This was oddly familiar.

"That was quite a run wasn't it?" He chuckled, "I apologize, but if I didn't... I don't know what nonsense my little brother would've spattered haha..." Nonsense? Yeah, it did seem like nonsense...

"R-right..." Your hand reached for his cheek and you gently caressed him. You were trying to come to your senses. Lyney was here. In the flesh. But then there was the stage. The death-nearing performance.

Right.

You had to talk. He needed to explain himself. Was Freminet really saying nonsense...?

Lyney looked at you, a soft smile on his lips. You couldn't help but notice, that these occasions only happened at night. Where the moonlight casted its light you both, and the moment was just intimate and personal.

Carefully, he grabbed your hand, and pulled you towards the fountain. He sat at the edge and patted the spot next to him, inviting you to take a seat. And you did.

And just for a minute or two, you both sat in silence allowing yourselves to rest your racing hearts from the run. The sound of the trickling water of the fountain was ever so peaceful, unlike the throbbing heart of the magician. 

You closed your eyes. You wanted to think of what to say to Lyney and how you would phrase your words. However, a certain thought came over you... or was it a memory?

The image of a young girl, her hair a silky white matching her dress, her eyes a vibrant green appeared in your mind. Who was she? Her lips were moving, but nothing was audible and a sincere look was on her face.

"Y/N?" Lyney reached for your hand again and brought you back to the fountain. "Is everything alright?"

You looked at him to see genuine concern on his face, and you didn't know how to reply. Were you okay? Right now, you were. But... you weren't. You glanced at your hand in his, the bandage still on it. "Lyney, what happened?"

He pursed his lips, "What do you mean?." He blinked and you frowned at his attempt at obliviousness.

"Lyney. What happened." You weren't asking to be answered. You were demanding. And he knew it.

"You mean the performance?" He lowered his gaze, any concern over you washing away. And that almared you. So, he is hiding something. You promised Freminet you were going to get to the bottom of this. Then everything would settle down, you would go back to the warm tea and the trio sitting around you at the table.

He then looked up and he gave you a bright smile, "It was amazing! Oh, you should've seen it!" You were taken aback by his sudden change. What was he saying? "The look of despair in your eyes, the tension in the room, and then boom! You disappear and the crowd breaks out in cheers!"

You disappeared...?

You were silent, you could see he was thrilled to speak from his point of view. "Wait, wait, wait, what?" Because from what you saw, all you could see was the end of your life.

"Oh! Right! After I shot the arrow at you— it barely touched you I swear! — you disappeared and poof! Confetti and balloons take your place and the crowd goes wild! It was glorious~!" He was holding both of your hands now, pulling you closer, his face much more proximal than before.