ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ᴠ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍɴᴇss (Slow Updates)

Embalmer x fem!Reader-Lets be alone together

Am trying out if I can do X readers for the future :> Also in this, Carl is kinda ooc? Or I think he would react if he likes someone.

Y/N's POV

It was getting too noisy to my liking.

The other survivors have been ranting about how soul weaver is too op.

Honestly, it's getting ridiculous.

I'm a huntress, you see. I can slow down the hunter for 10 seconds if I shoot them with an arrow (I have 4 in total). I prefer the melodic sound of nature rather than the bickering of my fellow survivors.

I stood up, walking upstairs where I can sit in peace. Upon reaching the last room on the left, I kick the wall hard. It made a loud thud but I doubt the others hear it through their loud chattering.

A hidden staircase then falls, barely hitting the floor but it made a faint creak. I made my way up, revealing a basement with a wide round window, letting light shine through it's dirty panes.

I kicked open the window, peaking out, seeing the flat rooftop. I climbed outside and made my way towards the dusty square chimney, leaning on to it.

The sunset view never tires me. It reminds me when dad would take me to hunting trips and dad would carry me up a hill to watch the sunset. I have been coming here every night for the last few weeks. I don't come here at day since I don't really have time but today's an exception since the others are very annoying.

I sighed as I stare out, this is relaxing.

Silence....

"Ms. Y/N?"

A voice disrupts me, a cold, calm voice.

I turn to my side, seeing Aesop Carl, the embalmer.

That's... kinda suprising. I thought I was the only one who knows this place?

"What are you doing here Carl?" I ask, kinda irritated since I can't get any privacy here at this damn manor.

Carl grunts "I might ask the same thing, ms. Y/N. I have been coming here for the last few months at this exact time and I haven't seen you around here," he fires back. Months? Has he come here first than me? And that kinda explains why I rarely see him.

I scoff. I leaned back to the side and closed my eyes. I'll just pretend I'm alone.

Everything was quiet, maybe he left? Please tell me he's gone.

I opened my eyes an- NOPE HE'S STILL HERE.

He was now sitting on one side of the chimney, on my right. He was drawing on his sketchbook. It looks like the manor. I get that he's good at make up but he's really talented with the pencil.

After a bit of spying on him, he turns his icy stare to me, meeting my e/c eyes. I quickly turned away and closed my eyes, hoping I'd just fall asleep.

After a few seconds of closing my eyes, I heard paper being ripped out and pencil scratching the paper replaced.

I let my eyes rest for about 5 minutes, before opening my right eye, secretly looking at his drawing.

He was... drawing me.... sleeping.

Ok I know Embalmer is kinda a weird guy but this is hella creepy.

At one point he was staring at my face for a good 10 seconds. He quickly looked away and started sketching out the newly obtained information.

"I know you're awake," he calls out. Goddammit.

I quickly look away and forced myself to sleep. And I managed.

Embalmer's POV

I looked at her face again, now she's completely asleep, judging by her breathing and her calm face.

She looks like a doll, like one of the corpses I used to fix up, so calm and peaceful. Not to mention pretty.

I took the chance and held her h/c hair gently, letting it run through my gloves.

I have admired her ever since she came to this manor. But I'm too anxious to get close.

I noticed how her head was actually turning to the side and her body trying to stop it from falling by reflex. It was kinda cute but I was kinda feeling bad.

Ok Aesop, this is your chance! Move closer.... slowly.

I grabbed my things and slowly transitioned to the spot next to her, scooting closer to her body.

I'm just gonna help her sleep better. That's it.

With shaking hands, I pulled her head to my shoulder gently. My breathing was hard and my cheeks were flushed, not to mention my heart is about to pop out. I blame my fear of contact. Yeah, it's just my phobia, nothing else.

I stare at her face, feeling myself get hotter and hotter. No Carl! Snap out of it!

I was stiff, nervous, and very uncomfortable. This feels weird!

I heard a small whimper from the girl beside me "N-no mom.... d-daddy just went out to go catch rabbits..." she whimpers out, rolling over to her side and slinging her arms over my thin frame, seizing me into a soft hug.

I swear I'm gonna explode from this heart-war- ANXIETY AND FEAR OF CONTACT.

I grew more stiff if that is even possible. Her hug got tighter, and her small whimpers got louder.

This made me worried. She's so tough... but she's actually delicate inside.

I start caressing her hair, making her sigh. I guess she's relaxed?

I relaxed myself, feeling a bit comfortable with her, I let her hug me. This is rather... enjoying. Under my mask, a VERY SMALL smile was displayed.

I didn't notice how beautiful she looked with the sunset light shining on her face, making her glow.

I chuckle as she snores like a kitten.

I stared out to the sunset, admiring the beauty of the colors blended together "Hey, Y/N? You and I, we have a few things in common. One of them is we like being alone," I spoke out, careful not to wake up the sleeping huntress.

I lay my head ontop of hers and grabbing her shoulder gently, pulling her closer. She leans closer to my chest, laying her head on my torso.

"Hey, let's be alone together sometimes," after saying that, I didn't expect her to answer.

"Sure,"

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