Re:Lyra-Starting Life in Another World (Re:Reader-Lyra Edition)

Chapter 22: Pink At Night

A/N: Here's another chapter, just for everyone!! Again, massive shout-out to Thanette for spotting the small spelling and grammar mistakes that I may have missed!! Also, I would like to give a HUGE shoutout to @Wrathful_Oni (commissioner) and @hainomajoeraina (artist) for commissioning and drawing Christmas fanart of Lyra and @arisuevaa for drawing Christmas fanart of Rem! They did so good and I am so happy that they did this for me!! I hope that everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, and as always, thanks so much for reading!! I genuinely appreciate your support!!

Chapter 22: Pink At Night

Lyra could feel the covers of a bed wrapped and tucked around her body.

Feeling herself waking up, she could not exactly remember retiring to bed. Had she been so tired that it had slipped her mind? Was it ALREADY the beginning of the THIRD day?

Still in her state of waking up, Lyra mentally scanned her senses for any clues that she could find.

The first irregularity to stand out was that Lyra did not feel the twinkle of sunlight on her eyes. Having usually felt this EVERY time while waking up, be it in HER bed or the GUEST bed, Lyra was perplexed.

Sniffing the air, she smelled no freshly-cut flowers, thus ruling out the guest room.

It doesn't seem as if we've reset somehow, thankfully...

Turning her attention more inward, she let her arms and legs rouse to life. Going to stretch her legs, she found that they didn't move much from where they were.

Lyra felt around for the folds of the sheets and soon realized that she was tucked into the bed in a way that she wouldn't normally do on her own.

Did someone...-?!

With the sensation of consciousness letting her feel her arms and hands, Lyra soon felt something.... something which was located in one of her OWN hands.

It was warm, soft, and smooth, yet textured in some spots, almost as if whatever she was holding onto was slightly weathered and worn.

Lyra let her hand slightly squeeze the object. She quickly realized that it was, in fact, a hand. SOMEONE ELSE'S hand.

It was around the same size as her own hand. It felt fragile, yet sturdy and strong. Lyra squeezed the hand once more, this time slightly stronger. The mysterious hand squeezed back. It wasn't a squeeze in simple reaction, but rather a squeeze in acknowledgment, one that was made in kindness and tenderness. That hand's squeeze was held and maintained in a fashion that implied strong feelings of concern for the well-being of the squeezed hand.

A wash of emotion stemmed up Lyra's arm from it. Her entire body was filled with reverence towards whoever was currently holding her hand.

Lyra squeezed the hand back in a manner similar to how her own hand had just now been squeezed, hoping to convey that this person's fondness of her was reciprocated.

She just HAD to see just WHO this person was now with her own eyes!

Lyra slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was somewhat blurry, but she still tried her best to look for whoever was handling onto her hand in such a loving , affectionate sort of way regardless. As she looked to the side of her bed where her hand was being held, a blue fuzz entered her view.

Just as it began to focus, a most-gentle, soft, and caring voice entered her ears.

?: Lyra-chan.

Lyra's vision finally became fully-focused. Her eyes laid upon a sight very similar to the one she saw back when she had previously woken up in the mansion for the first time.