Rainbow Rose(s) ~ Neuv x Wrio x Reader (TEMP HIATUS)

Unbelievably So

Third Person POV

"I.. don't know what to say." Dion's voice came out quiet.

"I didn't expect you to know." Their voice made their words sound so much more hollow.

Dion's mouth opened as though he wanted to say something, but he closed it again.

"Pin." Dion sounded as though he hadn't had water in days. They handed him a pin.

"I'm going to take him," he gestured to the patient waiting silently on the table. Not even he looked as dead as Y/N, "back to his room. Stay here."

Dion and the patient left, and Y/N took the patient's place on the table. The table was their favourite place to sit. With a decent height and size, they could see all around them and look at what was placed on counters and in cabinets. Despite the two chairs placed in the corner of the room and the desk chair behind the small desk; they preferred the table. It was tall enough for them to be able to dangle their legs from the side without touching the floor.

The walls were all a rough marble sort of texture, formed into tiles. The floor was the same. The counters were a dark, smooth wood with the tops made out of black granite. The clock on the wall ticked every second of loneliness into the back of Y/N's mind as they observed their surroundings again.

The cold seeped in through the walls, it bothers at everything it could find, everything was cold. But they couldn't feel it anymore. They had spent so long here that almost nothing phased them. The screams of all the other patients seemed quiet now, they sounded like a song echoing through the hallways. The pain they had once cried over stung, but no longer destroyed them. They were beyond that point already.

Every day they remembered less and less of what happened, who they were, where they came from. They could no longer bother to think back. If anyone had looked at them right now, they'd look like a doll. A lifeless, soulless, heartless little doll. Skin less lively; less saturated. Dead.

Their eyes shut and remained shut even upon hearing the door open and close. It was just Dion. There wasn't any reason to check. He said nothing as he walked around the room, doing whatever he was doing. But then Dion stopped right in front of them. He put one of his fingers on their forehead and they made no move to stop him. They were already too exhausted. Oddly enough though, Dion's finger wasn't cold. In fact it wasn't skin, it was gloved. When did Dion have time to fetch a pair of gloves? They kept their eyes shut.

"Dead, are you?"

That was not Dion's voice.

Their eyes opened within a second of hesitation, and they stared directly at it. At him. At his mask, his arm, his hair. His blue hair. His half mask. They stared directly at Dottore as he removed his finger from their forehead.

"Perhaps not yet."

Life seemed to seep back into them. They couldn't understand why, but seeing him after so long of radio silence was - what was it? Thrilling, exciting? Did it make them happy? It did. Oh, it did. They stared at Dottore as he walked around the table until he was right behind them. He leaned closer and rested his chin on their shoulder. His hair tickled their neck, but they didn't dare move away from him. They were craving him.

"Miss me?"

Unbelievably.

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A/N

REALLY short chapter to let you guys know I live. I'm super super busy at the moment so I'll TRY writing more on the weekend but here's a teeny tiny something so yoy guys don't starve okay I'm sorry

(I SWEAR ONE DAY NEUVI AND WRIO WILL BE BACK EVENTUALLY BUT I REAAALLY NEED TO BUILD THIS ALL UP FOR THAT MOMENT GUYS.)

(would you guys like it if I wrote some random chapters of fluff that have nothing to do with the storyline but could keep you guys interested while they're gone?)