Being the Former Archon's Live-in Cook (Furina x Male reader) *Completed*

Act 15

It is all your fault! All your fault! Because of you!

My son died in those waters because of you!

All of it... All of it...

Is. Your. Fault!

Furina awoke from her slumber in the middle of the night on her bed. A gentle yet sinister dark blue cocooned her once-peaceful ensconcing. Beads of sweat rushed down the side of her forehead as her chest heaved high and low. Her peripherals began to blur, but they were there, just not sinking in yet.

That glare was still there in her head.

What if they still blamed her?

What if they were still mad at her?

What if they wanted her gone?

Her fingers scrunched her blankets as she let out deep and incessant breaths. Recovering from a nightmare that once vacated her centuries-long reality paralyzed her, sitting up felt difficult so she stood from where she laid, eager and desperate to peregrinate the room to rid herself of those memories. She said, never again. She'd had enough of them. Of those times she was required to act the part of a seemingly endless ballad that contained no harmony or rhythm.

"You've... Done your part... Done your part... Yes... You have to move on, Furina..." She consoled her own in this penumbra. Traipsing in her long-sleeved nightgown. Where would she go now that she couldn't go back to sleep? What if that nightmare returned?

She controlled her breathing. That was the only thing she could do for now.

Knock knock.

A knock on her door appeared. A gasp escaped her lips when it slightly opened to reveal those fingers she deemed familiar. How could she not recognize it since it was those hands that cooked for her every single day?

His voice entered the room, encasing the room with a strong repellent that made her forget momentarily before it came rushing back to her head.

The prophecy was over. No longer would it happen again. That woman in the mirror would not disturb her peace anymore. But what if it manifested itself another way this time? What if she couldn't live the way she wanted? What if this nightmare was a sign?

Furina's nightmares began just as this whole foreknowledge ceased. Her constant worry over the centuries wouldn't fade just like that. They could never leave her. It would always be a part of her, forever.

Her legs gave out as she fell to the floor.

"Are you okay?!" Y/N dropped down to her level. Furina didn't even realize she was seated on the floor, her legs curved inward like a child. "Furina... I'm here. I'm here..." Y/N embraced her in his arms, gently ruffling the back of her hair.  

Her sobs filled the room.

~*~

3 days prior... On a peaceful night out.

"You and Wriothesley?! How did that come about?" Furina was one for tranquil intermission, divulging and making the most of her hours doing work. After having spent the last few hours shopping and conversing with her current production staff on an upcoming film in the other, Clorinde capitalized on allocating a portion of her time frequenting the streets with Furina, as both individuals gain attention from both adult and children adjacent to their peripherals. 

The great actress did not really think this meeting was feasible, considering most of their conversations were strictly formal and did not precipitate into much more. Furina had initially thought the iron-clad woman to be stygian in her demeanor. But that barrier would soon be penetrated at some point when Clorinde had declared what was on her mind without hesitation. How the topic revolved around the opposite gender, Furina could not even bother to backtrack as it felt discomfiting with their walking pace.