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

Truth

(A/n): you may start the music if you'd like.

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"How did you know to stab the imp?" You blinked at the sound, suddenly tearing your pondering mind and empty gaze away from the sight of the bleak forest ahead of you. Your forearms remained rested on the side edge of the ship. You turned around to briefly look at the source of the voice.

"Why did you run out of the room earlier?" you retorted softly, looking back at the cluster of trees from your position on the boat. The same forest where all of this recent misery had begun.

"Hey, I asked you a question first," the white-haired male replied playfully. But it was false and you could hear it. Feel it, even. This was hardly the time for any playfulness. He merely wanted to divert your attention from the truth. From something he knew you wanted to hear. Something you figured he had that you wanted.

And all you wanted were answers.

"Don't. Please don't do that," you muttered unimpressed, your jaw slightly clenched. "I'm not in the mood for games as you may have guessed. So, if that's all you came to do then..." You heard Travis let out a sigh and there was a moment of silence that followed.

"...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...I'm just trying to—"

"—I understand." Travis stuffed his hands in his pockets as he made his way to where you stood, leaving a respectable distance between the two of you. You could feel his gaze on you as you continued to look out into the darkness of night, trying to relish the light of the glowing moon and the sound of the crashing waves against the shore. The ship swayed from side-to-side as though it were trying to rock you to sleep.

But there was no way you'd be getting any sleep tonight. Not while Garroth was still missing.

"We've only talked once, right?" he asked.

"Twice, if you include now." You hated the way your voice sounded. Completely void of happiness. Perhaps it was because you were now living through the endlessly sick joke Enki seemed to want you to play along with. Jokes were supposed to make one laugh. This one made you feel disgusted.

"I've...only heard from the others...but you're supposedly over one-hundred years old, right?"

"Four-hundred," you corrected. "Four-hundred twenty-one."

"That's a lot of age."

"Thanks." The eastern wind current blew and there was another awkward silence. Well, perhaps a little less awkward on your part, as you weren't particularly interested in the direction of this conversation and were more focused on figuring out how to get Garroth back. How to locate his whereabouts.

How to located Enki's whereabouts.

"Does that mean you...you knew the Divine Warriors? Personally?"

"Irene was my sister," you replied vaguely, gliding your tongue across your top row of teeth before letting out a 'clack' from between your lips. "So, yes."

"So...you knew Enki as well?" You closed your eyes, a migraine forming as a result of the seemingly repetitive questions.

"He was a Divine Warrior, wasn't he?" You mentally scolded yourself for the rude response. Your anxiousness was causing you to snap and you knew Travis didn't deserve it. He hadn't even done anything. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you," you apologized. "I'm just very...worried, is all. I don't remember the last time I was in this much mental distress." The last part was a lie. You did remember the last time you'd felt this way.