Quick Zoethian One-Shot. SFW
The first night back
Rythian had never expected to see her face again, except in his dreams. Even that was against his will. He would have liked nothing better than to forget the redhead who literally fell into his life, to never have another distraction derail him from his goal. But he knew, truly, that he couldn't and never wanted to forget her. He had admitted that he loved her, even if she hadn't seen the message. Unless she had. She had made no comment about it, making him assume she never saw it. It had been such a stupid risk to take, that message. He was almost glad it didn't send. Almost.
Even if she was a little different then he remembered, what with the yellow stripe in her hair, (Mushrooms have hair dyes?) the tattoos, (Mushrooms have tattooing equipment?) the slight change in stance and sanity, (She had really gone crazy, rambling about a band and a deranged sheep.) she was still pretty much the same Zoey. She didn't even appear afraid of him, which was comforting. Without her, life seemed a lot darker, with his only companions being ravs, the endermen, the enderdragon, and his own darkly running thoughts of revenge. With her, everything was lighter on his shoulders. It was always cold when she wasn't around. Even though it was mid December and blackrock had neither a way of heating the castle up or fully built walls, courtesy of the queen, the entire place filled up with warmth when he heard her voice coming from the shaft. He thought he was going crazy until he actually saw her, touched her gently on the wrist. The first time he had seen her in three months.
Three months was far too long to go without seeing the one you loved.
He had not expected her to come into the bed in the main room, assumed she would be down fixing her lab. He wasn't even planning to go to sleep, he wanted to fix the castle, make it pretty again for her. But somehow they both made their way into the unmade bed. She went right to sleep, as always, and left him to think, like he always did. He didn't think thoughts, but rather one word that ran repeatedly through his mind as he slipped into sleep.
He could just make out her small form on the bed in front of him, red hair everywhere, facing away from him. Good Christ, she was lovely. Without even trying.
He heard her mutter something in the depths of her sleep, unheard by most.
He resisted the urge to laugh. She always made him laugh, even when he didn't feel like it.
"Rythian." She said, still asleep.
He wasn't sure she had actually said it, but sleep overtook him before he could make out what was reality.