Tamed || Wriothesley x Reader

Chapter 54

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There's a saying that love will make you do some crazy things. And boy, did you and Wriothesley take that saying straight to the heart.

The room was silent, the only sound being your breathing amongst each other. Neither of you had said a word, the moment an eerie sense of contentment between you two. Wriothesley kept his eyes on yours, as did you. You had no idea what to say, despite you going over numerous scenarios in your head countless times, rehearsing this very moment.

"...You seem tense."

Great going, Y/N.

"I am."

Well, now you at least got a sentence out of him. A very dry sentence, but still a sentence, nonetheless. "And why is that?"

"You want the full list?"

You nodded, crossing your arms once more. "Lay it on me."

"I haven't seen you in damn near a year, work has been hell, I've been having mixed feelings and emotions every single day, my anxiety has been eating away at me, I'm tired, my back hurts, Neuvillette is breathing down my neck, and you're covered in fucking bruises."

You let out a low whistle, bouncing your leg up and down as he listed off the many reasons for his tension. Naturally, you couldn't help but feel at fault for his current mental state. You knew he was still here, waiting for you, and you had ignored him because of your own denial, your own fear.

"...That's a lot." You said, finally taking your eyes off him as the guilt started to emerge. "I guess I owe you an explanation for the parts that are about me."

"The bruises first." He said, his voice carrying a hint of authority.

It bristled you a bit--he sounded like his former self, when you had first met. Not the Wriothesley you knew, and that made your guilt feel even worse than what it was.

"...I did this to myself." You answered after a brief moment of silence, "Just got into a little fight outside the city."

"Little fight?" He questioned, his expression never changing.

"...Do you remember what I had did that caused me to end up in the Fortress?"

He didn't respond, so you continued. "It was just a little repeat of history is all."

"Why would you do that?" He asked, "A repeated offense will earn you double the amount of time there."

"Exactly." You said, "Okay, I may have not known that, but my point still stands. I did it because of you."

Finally, he gave a different expression that wasn't something of stoicism. It was softer, more like the Wriothesley you knew, and that's what you wanted. "...You're really stressing me out here."

"Haven't I always?" You mused, trying to lighten the mood. "As for the other cause of your tension..."

You sighed, finding it strange that the words, the truth, were now falling from your lips. "I was scared. Scared of accepting my mother's death, scared of being with you, and scared of moving on."

Your leg bounced up and down once again as you continued, your voice growing softer with each sentence you spoke. "I told you that when I first came to Fontaine, that I wanted to visit my mother. I was so hurt by what I thought had happened, that in order to cope, I convinced myself that... she was still alive. And during my time in the fortress, you made me break away from those delusions, and it scared me, because I never wanted to accept her death. When I went back to the desert, I felt like a failure. I couldn't go back, because then I'd have to face that reality again, and I wasn't ready for that."