In 1491, Zephyr, one of the eleven original eternals left them all behind. She is found after the strange resurgent of deviants, and reunites with Ikaris, Sersi and Sprite, only to find out about the tragic death of their once leader, Ajak. Zephyr, feels much like stranger amongst her old friends, alone and isolated in the mist of their sudden reunion. But of course she is not alone, Druig, who also left the eternals 30 years after her, is the one that never forgot her, the one that knew her better than everybody else.
"I never believed in ghosts, but I might as well do now." Druig eyed her up and down, impressed by what his eyes were witnessing. "If it isn't Zephyr, Wielder of the Stars. My, how much have I miss seeing your face."
"Druig," she answered back as she looked up into his eyes, not looking away, not wanting, afraid she might not see them again.
"You look as beautiful as the day you left me."
DISCLAIMER: No beta read, so I apologize for any errors throughout the chapters.
If there's one thing Y/n wanted to hate most, it would be Druig. The way his face crinkled under his eyes when he smirked, the way his striking eyes would glisten the most marvelous pigment of lustrous gold.
Everything about him made her want to jump off a cliff, but the feeling wasn't mutual.
In his eyes, she was someone he yearned to decipher, someone he craved to know more about. Unfortunately, his objective would not be that effortless.
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"You just intrigue me, darling," Druig admitted, expecting a reaction from the new nickname. Holding back a flustered reaction, she resumed scrutinizing the earth, hoping if she stared long enough, he'd saunter away.
Being Druig, he reacted the exact opposite.
"I'll get a wonderful reaction out of you, darling. Someday." Druig said, appreciating the strands of hair that framed her face.
"You'll be waiting a lifetime then," she acknowledged as her stare did not falter, restraining the laughter that desperately wanted to be released.