❥・❝ 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. ❞
↳ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a young lady valued by the fatui dearly finds her perfect match, who happens to be her colleague.
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥�...
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"Hey.. Ajax?" You look over to the boy who is still laid on the bed staring at the ceiling.
He looked over at you with a soft smile, "What's up?"
It pained you to ask him when he was in such a good mood but you had to know, not only for your own selfish curiosities, for his future job as a harbinger, "How are you able to.. transform into the Foul Legacy?"
A hint of sadness flashed over his eyes before he starts speaking which you swiftly cut him off. "You don't need to tell me if you're not comfortable it's fine."
"No.. it's fine, you'll find out someday.." he sighed glancing over at you, sitting up in the hospital bed.
"When I was 14, I fled my home with a short-sword and a bag of bread in hand, but I got lost in the snowy forest surrounded by bears and a wolf pack. Then I tripped, and I was just falling, for ages. Then really, I fell into the abyss where time flows differently, 3 days here was 3 months there. I met a swordswoman called Skirk, she was very powerful. She could easily defeat me only using a finger, but she helped me survive the abyss, she taught me the Foul Legacy transformation and how to survive in there.. then.." His voice broke only halfway through speaking and he had a tear in his eye threatening to escape, you could tell her had gone through a lot in his life despite being so young. That he was traumatised from it and never had chance to actually talk about it with somebody.
You stood up from your chair, sitting on the edge of his hospital bed. You pull him towards you, wrapping your arms around his neck as he rests his head onto your shoulder, tears spilling from his lifeless eyes.
He went very quiet and very still at your hug, still just sat on the bed. His hands were shaking slightly as he shakily wrapped his arms around your waist, as well as he could with his injuries and the pain still there. He suddenly buried his head into your shoulder and broke out into tears. He seemed to have bottled up a lot of trauma and never had a moment to just let it all out like this.
His arms were wrapping tightly around your waist as he sobbed into your shoulder. You place one of your hands on the back of his head, stroking gently through his hair.
"It's okay, I'm here for you. You don't need to talk about it anymore if it makes you upset.." you whispered, looking down at him whilst he continues to have his face buried in your shoulder.
He nodded slightly, still sobbing a bit as he had his head buried. He hated showing this side of him, the vulnerable and emotional side of him. But in that moment he couldn't care less what he looked like, he needed someone to just cry to and talk to. Someone to actually care and listen to him.
"Y...You promise you're here..." He muttered somewhat quietly into your shoulders.
