Just a Dream ♙ Fyodor x Reader

2: Escape

So it wasn't a trick of the mind. You aren't just some stranger. You're the boy from years ago...

Fyodor.

Fedya.

Why have you found me?

"So you're real..." You whisper, letting go of Fyodor and stepping back as he turns his head back, your mind spinning as you try to wrap your head around emotions resurfacing, running a hand through your hair in disbelief.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" He responds in a rather monotone voice though the odd confidence in his speech has yet to disappear, his bright eyes unwavering from the book still in his hands as you do nothing but stare. Strangely, for a brief moment, you are sure you he had glanced over to you and smiled smuggly to himself, as if satisfied with your stare full of awe and a curious despair...but you can't be sure because with a blink it's all gone. Maybe another illusion, or maybe an ulterior motive you knew him to always have.

"I've believed in too many beings to know which are real and which are nothing but a figment of my imagination. You would know...you knew me back then." You decide to respond, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning on a bookshelf gently after you've stepped away, hair falling over your face as you look Fyodor up and down once again, one of his fingers stopping on a line of the page in the book he holds, his head tilting upwards slightly, this time his glance back to you very real and sharp, purple eyes sending a shiver down your spine.

"The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for." He quotes the book, closing it right after and setting it in his coat pocket, sighing and walking over to you, a gentleness to the way he moves and reaches out to push back your hair from your face. "Pretty kisa, you were so sure of your purpose and now you talk as if you've lost everything, calling ideas ridiculous and losing yourself in the harm done to you...yet...you hum the song I played for you as a wish to go back to when you believed in this life. Finding you was not a coincidence. You need saving my dear...can't you tell?" Fyodor whispers to you, letting go and trailing his hand down your jawline, to which you respond by leaning in; eyelids fluttering when you no longer feel his touch and realize he has turned away.

"Wait...what are you saying?" You ask softly, confusion clouding your lingering gaze.

"I'm here to give you salvation." Is the only response Fyodor gives, leaving you standing against the bookshelf as he walks away and around the corner back to the bookshop clearing where you desk sits and the windows give way for the late afternoon light to shine upon the dark haired man.

Salvation?

Trying to rid yourself of hesitancy, you soon follow after Fyodor, your heart racing with every step closer to him feeling like the dawn of something you hadn't quite figured out yet. It was bothering you, like he was playing chess with memories you had lost while knowing he held the key to that which you miss.

"I don't understand why though, Fyodor. Why have you searched for me?" You ask him directly, stepping in front of him with a hand leaned on your desk, the slightest brush of his coat against his body rising heat all over your body.

"Always so eager for answers..." Fyodor chuckles, tilting his head to you with a pleased smirk that didn't look surprised at all at your desperation; like it was routine for him. "You're the reason I've seen the world for what it is. The reason I seek punishments for crimes. So naturally...you're where my mission starts."

"But I...I don't remember what I've done for you."

"You've kept your promise to me. Now I'm going to show you the light again."