Legends of Irene (Garroth x Reader) | Aphmau Fanfiction| UNDER IMMENSE EDITING

Marry You

(A/n): This takes place in the chapter 'Can't Sleep Love' (which is apart of the original LOI story), and just after 'Waking Her Up'. What happened after Garroth and (Y/n) bumped heads?
I would recommend rereading the chapters above, as it has been quite a while since the last update.
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"Ow! What?" you heard a voice groan. You rubbed your forehead. Your vision was still blurry, but from what you could tell, the person who's head you had collided with, was a few metres away from you, and didn't seem to be in the best condition. You blinked a few times so your eyes could adjust to the dimly lit room. You began to freak out once you saw who was in front of you.

"G-Garroth?! Oh my gosh! Are you okay? I am so sorry!" You engulfed Garroth in a big hug before pulling away to inspect his forehead. You moved his fringe a bit to see if there was any damage.

You sighed in relief when found there was no marking. Garroth breathily chuckled.

"I'm fine. I'm more worried about you," he said as he moved his hand to graze your forehead. You winced. There was a small red spot on your forehead.

"...Let's go get a warm cloth for your head, right? Great!" Garroth stated awkwardly holding your hand and leading you out the room. You blinked and shook your head at Garroth's strange behaviour. Sometimes he dwells too much in his thoughts. You smiled. It was one of things that made him special to you.

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"Was Esmund anything like me?" Garroth questioned softly, his fingers tickling the bottom of your chin as he lifted your head up to inspect the bump on your forehead. You winced when his fingers grazed the spot lightly.

"Sorry, Love," he said with an apologetic smile in response to your reaction. He quickly reached for the warm towel he'd prepared a few minutes ago from the small bowl that rested to your left. Reaching forward with the towel, Garroth gently dabbed at the spot on your head, almost reluctant to touch you in fear of causing you pain.

"He...no, he wasn't," you replied in thought, peering into Garroth's crystal blue eyes. From your spot in front of him, hoisted on the island counter of the ship's dimly-lit kitchen, they almost seemed to glow in the late moon's light. "He was very...blunt. Always spoke his mind and said what he felt." Garroth's mouth upturned slightly and into an uncharacteristic smirk.

"Am I not blunt?" he inquired lowly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. He looked back at you, his eyes sparkling with mischievousness. You bit your lip, trying to resist the urge to smile at Garroth's behaviour. Ignoring his words, you continued to speak.

"He also had a temper. A really bad temper." Garroth's eyebrows raised as he looked at you in surprise.

"Really? The book didn't say such a thing about him..." he trailed off, watching as you shook your head lightly, careful not to disrupt his work on your forehead.

"It wouldn't. He only ever got upset with the other members of the Divine. So it was more of a...private flaw." Now your eyes held a glint of mischievousness as glanced up to meet Garroth's gaze. "What? You think you've got a temper too?" Garroth chuckled softly, briefly looking away from the bump on your forehead to meet your stare. He shook his head, a charming smile pulling at his lips. He returned his attention to his task.

"No, I don't," he replied simply. You smiled at his response, nodding your head in agreement.

"Now, that I'll agree with." Garroth smiled back as he pressed the cloth to your forehead once more. The fabric's temperature was cooling down.