A Touch Of Fancy (Ydris x reader)

~Chapter 3~

//This is the final part, so I hope you enjoyed it//

      The day after a night of barely getting any sleep, naturally was exhausting. So when you got back from your work, you all but collapsed in your makeshift bed of hay and blankets. You didn't even remember to close the stable door behind you, only leading Lumi to her stall before falling asleep. Thankfully Maya had come with you and closed and locked the door as she left. Had you been awake, you would have heard the girl mutter you a quiet good night. In the end, it didn't matter, since your night would turn out to be anything but a good one.

     The street lamps of Jorvik city illuminated the night streets that you were walking down on, towards a destination that you knew nothing about. Listening to the soft sounds of a couple cars driving somewhere far away, you could just about make out the sound of footsteps unlike your own. They were heavy and uneven, as if they belonged to a large drunk person, that was stumbling the walkway after you. Thinking quickly, you took a quick left, only to find yourself in a dark alleyway. The sound of the approaching footsteps encouraged you to keep going nonetheless. As you dodged past overflowing trashcans and discarded fast food scraps, you realized that the person after you was still following you. Just wanting to get the hell out of there, you sped up your stride. In the darkness, you barely had enough time to make out the dark outlines of a brick wall, as your way to freedom was blocked. You were at a dead end. Defeated you put your back up against the wall and slid down, to sit with your knees against your chest, and waited. It didn't take the figure more that a couple minutes to be near enough for you to properly make out its shape. The person was heavy set, standing tall over you. Most of their features were hidden by a combo of a large black fedora and a long dark blue trench coat, but the beings six arms stuck out from under it unnaturally. You sighed, tired of being played with like this. You just wanted answers. So you try the only thing you could think of at the moment, calling out to whatever was doing this, not knowing if it could even hear your words. "Hey". You tried, not expecting anyone to hear. When no response came, it only urged you onward, thinking that none would hear you. "I don't know why you want to keep hurting me like this, but if it helps you deal with something, you can go on. You can take it out on me, I can take it." You looked to the bricks on the pavement in front of you, freely letting your feelings out. It made you feel better, just being able to say it out loud.

     From the corners of your vision, you saw the purple sparks around the person chasing you, making it disappear. From behind them, appeared another figure. You studied them carefully, figuring that this could be what has been having its fun with you. Something about the mans fancy dark suit, pure white gloved fingers, and tall top hat with a purple ribbon, gave you the feeling that this was the person behind the purple sparkles. He looked at you confused, his dual colored eyes looking right through your soul. All you could do was stare back. The fancy man took graceful steps towards you, and sat down right next to you, his hand landing on your shoulder. Was he trying to comfort you? You looked at him. It seemed like he was trying to make you feel better, but he obviously had no idea how. Nonetheless you appreciated him trying. "I had no plans on hurting you, I simply was playing around" His voice echoed in your ears. It was sweet like honey, but at the same time it seemed bitter and unnatural. Mixing them together made his voice smooth, and like no other you had ever heard. It seemed oddly fitting to his appearance, unusual but gorgeous in a way you could not explain. You laughed, and smiled at him. This was your way of saying you accepted his unsaid apology. After a moment of confusion he smiled back, but stayed beside you. Neither of you spoke after that, both of you just sitting there with each other until you woke up. First time in years, you didn't wake up in cold sweat, but your mind seemed to be at peace. Knowing that the person affecting you dreams meant you no harm, was awfully comforting. Him being beautiful probably also helped, but you refused to accept that. In your mind, it was not a brilliant idea falling in love for someone who was not even real. Someone like that could not exist. You were sure about that.