❝ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴍᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ
ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ❞
˗ˏˋ꒰🌸꒱ ʀᴇʏɴᴏʟᴅ ᴇᴄᴋᴀʀᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Reynold, and his everlasting feelings for a girl who's dog tore
his family's flower garden
╰┈➤𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍
❍ None of the following char...
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"BANG!"
A loud piercing sound shoots through the air, penetrating the atmosphere and slicing the oxygen around you so sharp, you have to remind your legs that you're currently running for your life, so they don't collapse.
You've been pulled aside to a seemingly slightly less frantic area.
The chaos seems to have died down a bit, Reynold's hand is closed tightly around your wrist, as your head turns frantically to capture whatever you could into your peripheral vision.
The huge army of purple birds were gone. Probably shot up or something by the royal guards, who were patrolling the area.
You weren't sure where, or how such creatures managed to break into a high-class Royal Garden party, with security so tight. But you just felt safe enough to breathe a sigh of relief for now.
Suddenly a tight grip is placed on both your shoulders and you're pulled forward with such force, for a second you wonder if it was happening all over again
"Are you alright?!"
His voice booms into your ears, and you're bombarded back to consciousness, reality flowing into every one of your senses.
"Answer me damn it-!"
Reynold's hands are clasped tightly around your sides, forcing you to look at him, as his panicked face scans your skin. You hate to admit it but you almost forgot he was there. With all that happened in just the last few minutes, it almost felt like everything was nothing but a broken fever dream, and you had no way to wake up.
And you feel guilty, because if it weren't for the boy in front of you, right now, you could be dead.
You're silent for a moment too long, staring at him with a kind of emotion, you don't have the right words to name, breathing in his presence like you were debating on whether or not he was a hallucination or a dream, and for the briefest second a flash of panic creases his expression at your silence.
And you smile.
Somehow seeing him standing here in front of you, brought you a strange sort of comfort.
Seeing how much he cares about you.
That bastard really cares about you.
And all though you weren't too sure on whether you were okay or not, you just nod wordlessly, the contours of your face softening into a soft reassuring smile.
"Yes Reynold, I'm okay"
His pupils sharpen and only then does it hit you that his eyes are completely fixed on you, analyzing your face like he didn't believe you were "okay" his eyes were like a pair of Xrays and he's scanning every birthmark and scar on your perfect, perfect skin.
