Identity V x Reader

Victor x Reader

AU, This doesn't take place in the manor

"Will I see you again?" (y/n) murmured as Victor let go of her hand. He smiled sadly, and nodded, handing her an envelope, before running off to complete his work. She walked back to the carriage that was to take her home.

Dear (y/n),

These past few weeks I've gotten to spend with you were better than I could've asked for. I'm glad I got to meet you, and though I dearly hope to see you again, I know that it might not be possible. You're probably on your way home now, meaning you'll be far from me. I miss you already. At the very bottom of this letter, I've provided you with my address, in the hopes that you might send me a letter or two from time to time.
Thank you for the time we spent together, may we meet again,
Victor

(y/n) smiled longingly to herself, flashing through the memories of the five weeks in between the time they met and the time they had to part. Not wanting to waste any time in her response, she began to write a letter back to him. It wasn't like she had anything better to do on her long way back home.

Dear Victor,

I miss you. You sound as if I wouldn't write to you everyday, if I were given the chance. I'm glad for the time we spent together, and would be delighted to see you again; it is unfortunate that we must be so far apart. Of course, as the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. I eagerly await your next letter. I wish to know how you are and how that little dog is doing.
Sincerely, (y/n)

She signed her name and set the completed letter aside. The time it took for her to finish didn't account for half of her ride home. She sighed in boredom, and began to drift off into a light sleep to pass the time. Her dream wasn't a dream, but a memory. A memory pulled from the not so distant past.

The first day she arrived. Clueless as to where to go, anxious to be alone, and without direction, if it weren't for Victor, (y/n) would've never made it anywhere. He was kind enough to lead her to the inn she would be staying at while visiting her hospitalized mother, and even more kind to keep in contact with her whenever she needed help. After a few days passed, they met again. (y/n) offered to take him to lunch, as gratitude for helping her, he accepted. From that moment on, they only got closer. Her memories blurred together as she crossed the line between resting and deep sleep. Her last coherent thought was of the way he comforted her at her mother's grave, just four weeks into knowing her. A light, pink dust settled across her face as she fell into a dreamless, deep sleep.

She awoke when the carriage stopped, and stepped back into her home. Though she was gone for over a month, everything still seemed nice and orderly. She was glad she remembered to clean before she left, meaning minimal dust everywhere. She was in the process of walking to her room to fall back asleep when she remembered Victor's letter. Not wanting to stay up any later, she told herself she would walk and have it mailed tomorrow, and she went back to bed. Another recent memory enveloped her.

She was walking with Victor. The air was fresh. A bright blue, cloudless expanse of sky above them. It was the perfect day, until it wasn't. A scream, and a flash of light, and suddenly the fresh air was replaced by suffocating smoke, and the blue sky became black with ash. Of course they couldn't stand by and watch. The two rushed to make sure everyone was out, until a small yip sounded from underneath nearby rubble. Rushing to rescue the animal, Victor risked everything. The reward, an unnamed, homeless puppy that became loyal to him. After confirming the both of them were alright, (y/n) took to cleaning them up. Her hand rubbing a soft, warm cloth against his cheek to clear it of the soot while she did the same with the yellow dog. (y/n) smiled in her sleep at the memory.

In the morning, as she said she would, she walked down to the center of the town and dropped her letter. She greeted the people she knew along the way. Not interested in conversation, she said hello, or quickly waved, and evaded any questions of her small trip miles away. When she reached her house once again, she did everything she could to busy herself to distract her from the days awaiting Victor's next letter. She read, cleaned, cooked, and fixed up her garden, and by that time, it was late. She wasn't tired yet, but she was bored, that was until she heard a knock at the door.