had to post this...

and ive done a LOT of femchrona fics so...BOYchrona here :P

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Chrona POV

I was dreaming again. I was actually surprised that I ever dreamed anymore, with everything Medusa had done to warp me and what little sanity I had left. But here I was, in a peaceful forest, taking in the sights and sounds of the birds and the trees. I smiled softly. This was the only place I was ever safe before I came to Death City...

But it's still my favorite hide-away.

"Chrona, you made it."

I supressed a shive at the voice I had become so fimiliar with in the last year or so. I turned to greet him...My 'knight in shining armour', so to speak, though he looked anything but:

He was tall...taller than me anyway (and people told me I was pretty tall, for some reason). His shaggy black hair looked like layered silk, and though his bangs were pretty thick, they stayed clear of his dark purple eyes. His skin was pale and flawless with the exception of a single 'x' like marking across his nose. He wore the same thing he always wore...faded black skinny jeans and a fitted black tee-shirt, showing off his lean and muscular form. He had black boots and a studded belt.

It was as though he was supposed to be some dark, depressing being, but really he only brought me happiness.

He was smiling at me right now. I blushed, as I always seemed to do when his gaze was on me. "Of course I came..." I replied softly, gazing at the grass below my feet. No matter how often I saw him, I was still nervous.

He strode over to me-always so graceful-and lifted my chin up, forcing to look at him.

"I'm glad...The night would be unbareble if not for these small visits,"

My face heated up more. No one but him had ever been so gentle with me...so sweet.

Sure I had friends now who would do anything for me, but this man in front of me...he was the only one who made me feel...special.

"You s-still haven't told me you're name," I remeinded him. It had been so long since we first met, but I still had no idea if he was real or if I was so desperate for this affection that I made him up. I kept asking the same question, but he only gave me the same answer he always does:

"Any name will do, but I'd like for you to call me 'yours'."

It was the same answer I had recieved countless nights now, but I never tired of hearing it, and he seemed to never get tired of saying it.

He pulled me into his arms and I melted in his embrace, loving the warmth he gave me, the feel of his breath, the way he held me. Always so kind and loving. It made my heart swell and I had long ago admitted that I fell in love with this figure, even if he wasn't real.

"Sometimes I wish I could stay like this forever," I confessed, nuzzling him.

He chuckled lightly. "Chrona, nothing is forever...though I won't deny wishing the same." He pulled back to look into my eyes again. "All I can offer is that I will always be there, whenever you need me. Just call my name."

I furrowed my brow in confusion. "But...I don't know your name," I pointed out.

He was about to answer me when I was jolted awake, Ragnorak pulling at my hair.

"Damnitt, bitch! You're talking in your sleep! Knock it off!" He retreated with a loud huff, muttering angerly.

"Sorry," I mumbled, suddenly overcome with misery.

It was times like this I hated waking up and craved the dreamworld again.

If only to hear that kind voice again...

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lame, but i had to try so...

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