[Twisted Wonderland x Reader]
──❝Entwined Amore❞──
On behalf of her father's wishes, the King, [Y/n] Azurethorne, enrolls in Night Raven Collage to be with her seven finances, who are all attending the same institut...
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──❝The Merchants from the Depths❞──
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〖 Octavinelle Dormitory - Azul's Room〗
With a sudden jolt, [Y/n]'s eyes snapped open and widened in sheer terror, unleashing a piercing scream that tore through the silence. Cold sweat drenched her body, clinging to her skin like an icy shroud. The uncomfortable position she had contorted herself into during sleep left her muscles achy and stiff, a relentless discomfort that greeted her upon full wakefulness. A profound, unfathomable ache throbbed in her lower body, dominating her senses momentarily as she grappled to regain control, forcing herself into an upright position. Gasping for breath, her frantic heartbeat echoed in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. As her senses sharpened, the realization dawned upon her like a sudden revelation—she found herself ensconced in Azul's bed, a startling revelation that momentarily overshadowed her distress.
Her hands, trembling with trepidation, plunged beneath the covers in a frantic quest, driven by the desperate need to dispel the lingering specter of the mermaid tail that haunted her nightmares. As her fingers grazed over her legs, a wave of relief surged through her, a soothing reassurance washing over her at the familiar sensation beneath her touch. Yet, despite the comforting reality of her legs, the tendrils of fear persisted, unwilling to entirely relinquish their hold, their ghostly presence lingering like a stubborn shadow in the recesses of her mind. 'Calm down. Everything's going to be okay.' she told herself, her eyes screwed shut as she took deep breaths, trying to silence the persistent whispers of doubt. She yearned for her reassurance to pacify the erratic drumbeat of her heart. As [Y/n] looked down at her lap, clutching her head with one hand, she tried to piece together the events of the previous night.
The pain in her temples throbbed with each futile attempt to remember, as if a vice were squeezing her brain, causing a sharp ache that intensified with each passing moment. She closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, struggling to recall anything beyond a faint memory of passing out in Azul's room. The fragments of her memory danced just out of reach, teasing her with fleeting images and disjointed emotions. The nightmare weighed heavily on her mind, leaving an unsettling sense of unease. Was it merely a product of her imagination, or did it hold a deeper meaning? No, yet another impending overblot incident looms on the horizon, and her dream served as a foreboding harbinger.
Casting a sidelong glance, [Y/n] observed the absence of Azul by her side, likely already immersed in the day's activities at school. An inexplicable hollowness settled within her chest, a cavernous void that defied easy explanation, leaving her adrift in an ocean of emotions. Within this tumultuous sea, confusion intermingled with a simmering anger, ignited by thoughts of Azul's actions. Yet, amidst the tempest of conflicting feelings, an unexpected undertone of longing lingered—a perplexing and elusive whisper that persisted despite the turmoil. Her emotions entwined like a fierce whirlwind, an unrelenting storm brewing within, blending in a maelstrom of conflicting sentiments.
