May I Have This Dance? (Rubinart)

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Rubinart x Elf!reader

Fate is such a cruel thing sometimes.

It writes down painful things for you and your only option is to read it.

The reflection of the silver crescent was clear on the tranquil lake, the cold breeze was whispering lullabies to the trees, and the stars were shining ever so gently like they were trying to hypnotize whoever that was staring at them. The night was filled with serenity, yet it never let me be part of it. I was sitting beside the lake, accompanied by my own thoughts and mostly, memories of her.

How long had it been? 10 years? 13 years? Maybe 20? Or even more than that? To be honest I'd lost count of it. I'd gone astray in my own grief and despair while the world was still spinning like it should. Had not I lived long enough to let that one slip? Or maybe I hadn't witnessed enough death to actually felt nothing about hers? No, I didn't believe that was the case though. Why she HAD to be so special? To me, for the very least. To someone that's not a human nor an elf; someone that had nothing to do with affection and especially romance, yet she managed to caught my heart and made me feel human.

Meriendel.

She made me a broken-hearted love-struck dragon; and let me tell you, it was one thing. But having to watch her died as well, well, it was another. It was far more painful than simply watching her loved somebody else. Which—to make things worse—was my own friend. And the sequence of the event alone was the worst. First, I found out that I couldn't be the one to make her happy. Second, I realized that I couldn't even WATCH her happy, even if it's with someone else. And last, I must saw her died too? My fate seriously led me into some miserable state here.

You can't change what is written nor erase it.

Just like a book written with permanent ink.

I was in the middle of my frustrated-reminiscing-self when I felt a presence nearby.

And that was the first time I met you.

You approached me like a lost rabbit inside the forest she lived in. Smoothly, curiously, with hidden fear and confusion.

"Is anyone there?" you asked carefully as if you didn't want to break the serenity of the night.

I stayed silent.

"Uhh... Answer me, please?" now that was rather stupid. It was either rhetoric or just simply stupid.

"No one's here," I finally let my voice out.

"I see," you came out of the forest with that. It was your (E/C) eyes that caught my attention first when I first saw you. The way they reflected the moonlight and hid the mystery within. Then, your flowing (H/C) hair that was slightly swept by the breeze. You were wearing a short cape that was enough to hide your upper body. It was like a perfect painting of a night forest that's completed with an elf emerging from it.

"Hey! You said there's no one here," and it was right at that second,

the perfect painting was destroyed.

"Yeah, I'm just your imagination," I said exasperatedly.

Silence.

"Okay. I'm just going to ignore you then," she said with an innocent grin.

Silence.

...

"Wha– are you stupid? I thought you were just messing with me!"

          

"Eh?! So you are real then?" your shocked face didn't show me anything but pure surprised.

"Of course I am! What makes you believe I'm not?" Did someone that gullible TRULY exist?

"Because you said so yourself!" yup, at least you did. That's enough proof. And to complete it, you were the innocent one at that.

I sighed.

Wait, what was an elf doing in Mistland?!

"What is an elf like you doing at this place?"

"I... can't sleep," yet your eyes held more than a simple 'I can't sleep'.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

Another silence.

"...I feel useless," you said as you bent your head down.

Huh? Where did that come from?

"That's unexpected," I thought that you would start talking about your problem with whatever that'd been bothering you.

"Why do feel that way?"

"..."

I guessed you didn't want to talk about it any further. Or was it because you just met me? Probably.

"Umm... Hey, you come here often?" I supposed it was best to change the subject.

"Yes! How about you?" you startled me with your sudden change of tone and you lifted your head so quickly like a kid that'd been bribed with candies.

"Not really, I just come here every once in a while. When the weather is nice, when I miss someone..." it was my turn to lower my head and voice.

"You lost someone?"

"Yeah... A long time ago, but I couldn't get over her," then I started to tell you my story, about my adventure, my comrades, but mostly, about her. It still hurt me though, even after years or even decades. You listened intently to every word I said.

After a long session of my story, I realized that the night was getting colder. Not that I minded, but it shouldn't be good for you.

"So yeah, that was my story. It's getting late, you should go back to your home," you hadn't spoken a word since I started my story. It worried me little that you would laugh at me like some people did, not Iona though. But you suddenly did something I never expected, since it was our first meeting.

Your face distorted into a sad expression and you hugged me. You moved your arms carefully as if it hurt to move those limbs of yours and whispered something in a quiet voice.

"It must've been hard for you."

I could only look over your frail shoulder and whispered back a "yeah..."

We enjoyed the brief and comfortable hug for some moment before you finally pulled back.

"Hey, I haven't got your name," I stated after you pulled back.

"Right, my name is (Y/N) (L/N). What's yours?"

"It's Rubinart."

"Wow... You have the same name as the old Red Dragon. You even have the same story as him too! What a perfect coincidence!" you said with a wide grin spread across your face. I couldn't believe someone read my biography down into those tiny details. It was sort of embarrassing...

"Well, that's because I AM that OLD Red Dragon."

"Really? That's so cool! You are the Red Dragon!" you really were too gullible for you own good!

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I wish for gay?

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dawww~
If you accept requests, can you either do Iona or another Kid Geraint?

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