𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒅'𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓 [Lyney x reader]

𝟐𝟓

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me"

The cavernous space amplified the frantic rhythm of your footsteps, each echoing strike against the cold stone a desperate drumbeat in the oppressive darkness. A primal screech, raw and agonizing, had pierced the night, compelling you forward with an urgency that defied reason. Aether, his breath ragged, pounded after you, his boots a frantic counterpoint to your panicked flight.

You skidded to a halt, the abrupt silence jarring from the previous chaos. Your chest heaved, each breath a painful rasp against your throat, and the world swam in the periphery of your vision. The air hung thick and heavy, a damp, earthy scent clinging to the shadows that danced around you.

"Lady (Y/n)!" Aether gasped, his voice strained, a plea for you to stop. He finally caught up, his silhouette a dark, wavering form against the inky backdrop. His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, mirroring your struggle. "Lady (Y/n)..." he repeated, his voice softer this time, a thread of concern woven through his fatigue.

You remained motionless, a statue carved from fear and a dawning, terrible recognition. The darkness, though absolute, held a strange familiarity, a chilling echo of places visited in dreams or nightmares. Your eyes, wide and luminous in the gloom, began to brim with unshed tears, each drop a heavy weight threatening to spill.

"Where are we?" Aether asked, his voice a low, hushed whisper. He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping across the unseen expanse, searching for answers in the impenetrable darkness. The question hung in the air, unanswered, a silent testament to the dread coiled around you both. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and the silence, once broken by the screech, now pressed down with a suffocating weight.

The rhythmic, lonely drip of water echoed through the unseen depths, each plash a tiny, insistent percussion in the oppressive silence. You pressed onward, driven by a desperate, instinctual need to find something, anything, familiar in this labyrinth of shadows. The air was heavy with the damp, earthy scent of stone and unseen water, clinging to your skin like a cold, clammy shroud.

"Wait just a minute, Lady (Y/n)!" Aether's voice, strained and laced with concern, cut through the dripping silence. His footsteps, though quieter now, still echoed behind you, a persistent reminder of his presence. "(Y/n)!" he called again, his voice gaining a sharper edge of urgency.You halted abruptly, spinning around to face him, your movement sharp and almost violent. The dim light, whatever faint source it was, caught the frantic glint in your eyes. "What!?" you shouted, the word torn from your throat, raw with fear and frustration. Your fingers, trembling slightly, tightened their grip on the watch encircling your wrist, the cool metal a small, desperate anchor in the swirling chaos of your emotions.

The screech, though faded, still lingered, a phantom echo ringing in your ears, a dull, throbbing ache behind your eyes. "Where are we going?" you demanded, the question a desperate plea for clarity in the face of the overwhelming darkness and disorientation.