HEAVY IN YOUR ARMS [A DIN DJARIN X READER STORY]

CHAPTER TWELVE: THE PRISON

You had never felt this heavy. Your heart was iron in its shattered state, dragging you down into the depths of the sea you were imprisoned in. Where there was no light, where the sun couldn't reach you. There was no place to put your hope in. You couldn't dream of fleeing into the sun because it was out of your reality.

Heaviness. An amount like this was something you'd never experienced before.

"___."

And his voice. It was soft spoken, gentle in a way you didn't deserve and couldn't understand. Your hands were pressed against your face. You just wanted to hide forever.

"Look at me," he was saying, but you were ignoring him. "___, please."

"I-I can't look at you. I broke your Creed."

"You did exactly as I told you," he said. "Now will you look at me?"

"I'm so sorry, Din," you whispered.

"My heart," he said patiently. "Will you look at me so that I can finally see you with my own two eyes?"

Your arms hugged your body. You struggled to hold yourself together as you looked up at him. It was strange to see his face. You wondered what he was thinking about you right now. No doubt you were bruised and bloodied. No doubt your eyes were puffy and red. You probably looked as broken as you felt.

"Can you stand?" he asked you.

"Yes," you said. "I think that I can."

"Good," he said. He looked up at his shackles above his head and wriggled his wrists, testing to see if they gave way. They didn't budge. He kicked the wall with his heel and glanced around.

When you could finally process the fact that he was hanging painfully by his wrists and he was trying to get you to help him down, you stood up quickly. Your head spun and you nearly fell over. "Oh, Din. I have to get you down from there."

"Yes," he said, "that would be ideal. Be careful. Do not hurt yourself."

In front of him, you worked on pulling at the cuffs that held the shackles to his wrists. You shook your head; your fingers couldn't even fit in the space between his skin and the metal that was warm with blood. He hissed in pain as you pulled and you yanked your hands back, stepping back in fear of hurting him.

"You're alright," he said softly. "Keep trying."

"I don't have anything to get you out of these!" you said, shaking your head. "I don't know what to do, Din."

"Do you have any jewelry on you?" he asked.

You automatically shook your head. You never wore jewelry, but you were aware of your mother's necklace hanging down your chest. You reached into your dress and grabbed it. You quickly pulled it over your head and looked down at the hanging piece on the end: the twisted piece of silver, looped around a single crystal.