A Journey Through Time (Tintin x Reader)

8. Aftermath

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I slowly opened my eyes.

The light around me suddenly sent a quick shock to my senses.
'Ugh!' I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to get a grip of what my surrounding is.

Is this heaven? Am I really dead?!

I tried to get up as usual but a massive pain in my arm made me groan in pain, only to know my left arm is tightly wrapped with bandages. I could also see traces of blood in the bandage.

The left side of my shirt is torn, revealing my arm fully, and how serious it had been injured.

So I'm not dead.

I quickly fell back towards the pillow, recalling everything.

'Damn it!' I hissed.

I laid there for a while, looking up at the posters of the bed, processing how I ended up here.

Finally realizing what happened last night, I managed to get up, slowly and steadily, balancing myself from one hand.

I felt like I've been hit by a mountain. I looked around.

The room I was in had high end furniture. The walls  coloured pastel blue had faint gold linings, glistening in the sunlight coming from a nearby window. It looked posh.
A portrait of Charles the first hung infront of me, which is a bit uncomfortable, because he looks
like he's silently judging me.

There were two old fashioned red chairs on both sides of the painting, with a small table between them with a vase of freshly picked flowers.

It's quite ravishing.

The fragrance of fresh flowers overwhelmed me. But it was a bit strong to my taste.

My head still suddenly felt dizzy.
I felt a slight lump when I touched my forehead.

slowly getting out of the bed, I found a fancy dressing table with a large mirror.
I crept towards it to have a look.

'Oh heavens!' I exclaimed seeing my own apperance. Looking like I had been in a tornado...or something much worse.

My hair was all messed up and frizzy, my groggy face had small scratches here and there, with slight bags under my eyes.

My muddy trouser was torn, revealing my thighs. Probably because I tripped down a few times when I ran...didn't bother to see if my clothes were still in one piece.

I felt a bit ashamed to cover an ultra clean bed from chunks of mud. I sighed, seeing the messed up bed. I sat on the bed for a few minutes and regained my strength to move.

I reached the bathroom door and went in, finger combing my tangled hair.

I splashed water on my face and it stinged as the cold water touched me.

'Way to go (Y/N)' I said to myself.

I came back and opened the bedroom door to find a hallway with bedroom doors on both sides.

'Hello?' I called out.

But there was no reply.
It felt like I'm the only person there at the moment.

Half expecting for someone to jump into me with a gun, I decided to look around.

I followed down the hallway, leading me to a marbled staircase with two suits of armors.

The main entrance I came crashing through was right in-front of me as I came down the stairs.

The floor was marbled as well and a chandelier hung above me.
Huge windows showcased the front lawn and the rays of morning sunlight dazzled inside the hall.

It looks like its from the 17th century...Or 18th?

My awestruck stare was short lived as I heard two voices from a nearby room.

I went towards the half opened door and peeped in.

It was a large dining room.
A painting of a ship hung above a carved fire place.
In the middle of the large room was a big dining table.

looks like this place has maritime history, and this place seems familiar.

I saw the two men who helped me up last night having breakfast and a middle aged bald headed butler serving them tea.

The older one who helped me up last night wore a blue turtleneck sweater with a anchor sewn in the middle and had jet black hair and a black beard. His nose is a bit big compared to his face (No offense though) But his expression was fatherly with a gruff Scottish voice. He was speaking to his young friend , who looked almost my age.

He on the other hand was kind of...Good looking? Yeah but...not that much. 'Cute'' would be a better word wouldn't it?
He had ginger hair with a nice tuft, a fresh face and was wearing a clean sky blue sweater.

I felt my cheeks flush as I remembered how he helped me last night.

I hated myself to be in front of them like a disaster, but there's something oddly familiar about them...like I've seen and met them somewhere.

They still didn't noticed me as they are having a serious chat, I could tell it from their expression, so without hesitation I cleared my throat.

They turned their heads toward me, froze for a few seconds and smiled.

'Oh, Hello Miss Tarragon!' the younger one greeted me.

'Oh dear...' I muttered.

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To be continued.