Yo. I'm back. It occurs to me that reader COULD be perceived as male. I just realized that. But, then again, if I had a masculine mindset, then things would have gone differently. So, yeah. Rant's out of the way, you know the warnings (give-or-take), yadda yadda yadda.
So, apparently, there was a back entrance. This is good to know, you suppose. Any entrance is good to know about when sneaking in to see your crush was concerned. Yes, you were at it AGAIN. For the fifth time this week. So far, you'd only been successful once (your brain still hurt from the fall), but you hadn't been caught, per say. Shadow was just out, or busy, when you came by and you didn't want to risk it. Some Heylin, eh? (I figured the 'friendship' with Jack implied Heylin. Now it's explicit)
Still, you stubbornly kept trying. By this point, you were getting a little desperate, but you couldn't just leave well enough alone. She is your castle; her heart, your sky. It was getting a little excessive, this tiny crush was. But you didn't mind if it consumed you. Love is something you believed soundly in.
Absentmindedly humming the Ballad of Fiedler and Mundt, you begin to slip about. While you are successfully avoiding the jungle cats, your humming hasn't gone unnoticed. It's actually quite resonant in these polished, hollow halls (I'm sorry, Disparition always gets me into a Night Vale-y sort of mood). Unfortunately, you're not noted for any super-human senses and you fail to notice your prey has become the predator.
You turn a corner, only to come face-to-face with Shadow.
"Looking for something, name?" She asks. You mush your lips together in fear.
"Yes," you say quietly.
"And what would that be?"
You sigh, "You."
Shadow snorts. 'Ouch,' You think.
"Why's that?" She asks, stalking closer to you. You begin to back away.
"I wanted to see you," You reply.
"Oh yeah? Is that so?" Her cool, taunting voice is like and icy stone to your heart.
"I have no reason to lie to you," You quote Pardonne from Karakuridouji Ultimo. It was the truth.
"You lie!" Shadow accuses.
You stop, backed up against a wall. Realizing that if you didn't prove yourself, and even if you did, you'd probably get a beating, you slide down the wall.
"I'm not," You lamely protest. Shadow crouches down to your level.
"Prove it."
As much as you'd love to do something dramatic like hug her or kiss her, even in your concussed state of mind you knew that was a bad idea. Instead, a better one came to mind.
"This will sound odd, but do you have any allergies?"
You came back a few hours later, a Tupperware container in your hands. Approaching the back, you saw Shadow waiting for you. Chase wasn't around. You hadn't realized that you were afraid he'd be there until he wasn't.
"What is that, name?" Shadow asked, eyeing the container suspiciously.
"Proof," You say, handing it to her. Inside were your famous chocolate chip cookies, which you had attempted to make into the shape of hearts. Some actually turned out pretty well.
You could tell Shadow had yet to hear of your cookie making skill when she opened the Tupperware and began to warily eye the cookies.
"They're…for me?" She asked, disbelieving. You nod in the affirmative, then clutch your temples at the headache that causes.
"What's wrong?" Shadow asks.
"Headache." You reply, "I got a concussion earlier this week after I fell."
"Oh." She seemed to be at a loss for words. You begin to turn away, I mean, mission accomplished after all.
"Wait, name." Shadow is putting her hand on your shoulder and pulling you towards the door. You feel yourself get pulled into her chest, and embrace of sorts.
"We have medicine inside that could help," She offers.
"Okay," You reply dumbly.
Shadow leads you some form of medical hall, but it's really more of a room with a few couches and an area for the storing and making of medicine. The cabinets are a mellow mahogany, the desk a pale stone, and the walls a beautiful baby blue. Shadow has you lay down on a comfy couch as she rummages about for something to help. Eventually finding what she needs, she comes over, uncapping the vial and dotting some paste on your forehead and temples.
"There, all done," She says. Geeze the accent is to die for…
"Thank you," You say sincerely.
"Of course, now just get some sleep. I'll come back to wake you up when you need to go," Shadow says, beginning to exit while trying a cookie. "These are good."
"I'm glad you like them." Elated, actually.
"Go to sleep, name." The lights go out, and you're surrounded by darkness. And the lone feeling of happiness that she liked your proof. She likes it!
This is kinda a thing now. Great. I'm sorry.
