Pairing: protagonist/reader
Warning: mention of cruelty, mention of deaths.
FINALLY!! I pulled myself together and finished the long-abandoned chapter. Sorry it took so long. As you can understand, the more hints there are, the closer the end...
β What do you think, why did the Sun decide to burn us to the ground in the first place?
You and Yaromir were sitting in the living room after lunch, watching TV, and the young man decided to speak up for the first time in about 20 minutes. You instinctively turned towards your interlocutor and tilted your head. "What made you ask such questions at all?" you thought. After a pause, he continued.
β Why do the corpses under the Moon's commands so fiercely strive to get into our nests? They steal shelter, loved ones, and the scariest thing isβthey steal our trust in each other.
Yaromir rarely asked such questions directly. Often, something deep was hidden in his fairy tales, between the lines. You looked away and frowned, trying to comprehend the full depth of his question. Lately, the swarm in your head was directed in a completely different directionβtowards survival, rather than pondering the very origin of current events.
β You know, I don't think humans are meant to understand the meaning in this. β you stated the fact with a bitter smile. You would have liked to keep the dialogue going, but you had no idea what to answer.
β That's exactly why I'm asking you. β He turned towards you eerily and pierced you with his soul-penetrating gaze. Now Yaromir resembled not a mysterious youth with beastly habits, but a hungry predator who saw a sheep under a wolf's skin. He knows something.
β What?... β You stared at Yaromir uncomprehendingly, just as Dima entered the room. He cheerfully waved his hand for you to follow him, and it was very timely. You immediately forgot all the problems with guests, the Sun, etc., although leaving the room, you shivered from the sensation of a foreign gaze on your back. Perhaps it was the seed for a new fairy tale... At least you wanted to think so.
β Look! β The man with sparks in his eyes grabbed the old radio and, twisting the dials, demonstrated its functionality.
β Well, at least some entertainment. β you took the radio from his hands with interest and examined it. It smelled of old metal, machinery, and dust. It evoked some memories, the details of which you didn't want to delve into.
β By the way, I was thinking of doing some cleaning today, β he walked past you and headed to the bathroom.
β Wow, do I influence you so well that you decided on this yourself? Or did you try a new batch of beer? β You grinned with a slight smirk. Dima snorted and went about his business. "Alright, I'll join him later, for now, let me test this thing..." you thought and, as if out of habit, entering Dima's room, sat on the edge of the bed.
β And today in our broadcast, we have a special scientist! Believe me, this time the information is the most truthful and exclusive!
It sounded as if they were trying to sell this information, not provide it for public viewing... You wouldn't have been surprised if after a couple of minutes of this "advertisement," the announcer started dictating a phone number to transfer money to and wait for enlightening speeches for a couple thousand rubles (26 dollars or 22 euros). Suddenly, the announcer's ambitious exclamations were interrupted by a brief loud beep.
β Information for individuals with access to TSEUG data. Code password - UOYSTI. Do not leave the nests, the vultures hear better than you think.
Then, Morse code sounded. Although you tried to write it down as quickly as possible, you most likely missed the beginning, and you only knew how to write it down correctly. Maybe I should ask Dima for a decryption?
- ... / .- .-. . / .- -... .-.. . / - --- / ..-. . . .-.. / --- - .... . .-. / .--. . --- .--. .-.. . .----. ... / . -- --- - .. --- -. ... --..-- / .--. . -. . - .-. .- - . / -- .. -. -.. ... --..-- / .- -. -.. / .-. . -.-. . .. ...- . / .. -. ..-. --- .-. -- .- - .. --- -. / .- -... --- ..- - / --- - .... . .-. / .--. . --- .--. .-.. . .----. ... / -- . -- --- .-. .. . ... .-.-.- / -.. --- -. .----. - / -... . / ..-. --- --- .-.. . -.. --..-- / - .... . -.-- / -.-. .- -. / -... . -.-. --- -- . / .- -. -.-- --- -. . / - --- / -.. . -.-. . .. ...- . / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.-
β Already trying it out? β The man stopped in the doorway, crossed his arms, and leaned against the doorframe with a smile. Today he was looking at you with particular tenderness. His gaze made your chest feel unusually warm.
β Do you know how to decipher Morse code? β At your question, Dima raised an eyebrow and, frowning, looked with interest at the paper with the code. He sat down next to you, read it, sighed, and said he had no idea what was written there. β I only know basic words like 'hello' or 'help.'
β How's the cleaning going?
β Yaromir decided to occupy the bathroom, said he would perform a ritual, but nothing would get damaged.
β You know, lately he's been looking at me strangely...
Dima frowned and looked at you warily, already ready to jump up and rush to the bathroom to have it out with Yaromir.
β Not in some vulgar way, no... It's as if he suspects me of something. And keeps hinting at it... β You hugged your own arms and hunched over slightly, recalling the unpleasant looks and metaphors from the youth. Dmitry exhaled and put his hand on your shoulder, looking at you with particular warmth in his green eyes.
β Don't worry. Lately, we've all been on edge here; it's no wonder he's succumbed to paranoia too.
β But before everything was calm, we got along really well, he trusted me like no one else... β You closed your eyes and lowered your head, feeling guilt in your chest for something you might have done to Yaromir.
β ...That's really strange... β Dima finally commented, after a short hesitation. A strange picture flashed in his mind, where Yaromir looked not like a frightened youth, but more like a jealous and insane proprietor who once felt loved and now jealously guards his treasure from every creature. Dima winced at such a fantasy and lowered his gaze to the floor. Everything really looked as if Yaromir was jealous of you. And these thoughts began to irritate Dima.
β Hey, do you have any vanilla left? β Suddenly you broke the silence.
β I think there was some; do you want to cook something?
β Yeah, β You got up and resolutely headed to the kitchen.
Closer to noon, a pleasant smell of baking wafted from the kitchen. You and Dima were chatting enthusiastically at the table. You kept laughing heartily, and he looked at you with such a sincere smile that you felt something inside you melting. Yaromir peeked into the kitchen. You stopped discussing and turned to him. He coldly surveyed the surroundings and gloomily left.
β That's what I'm talking about... His changes make me uneasy.
β Me too... β Dima muttered through clenched teeth and turned to the wall, not hiding his emotions. You noticed this and frowned, peering at his profile as if trying to understand the reason for his irritation. A strange feeling arose in your chest, and unable to fight the sudden desire, you rose from the chair, reached out your hand to his face, and carefully turned it towards you. You slowly approached his face and gently kissed him again. For a moment, his eyes widened, then he blissfully closed them, deepening the kiss. Dima took your wrist and pulled you towards him almost abruptly. You smelled his body and the vanilla, some of which you accidentally spilled on him. This made you smile into his lips. This time the kiss was less spontaneous, warmer, more tender, affectionate. At some point, you pulled away from each other, after which Dima suddenly spun you around his arm. You laughed brightly and fell into his arms, only now noticing how brightly happiness was reflected in his burning eyes.
Suddenly, everything went dark before your eyes, the world around you swam, and your eyes involuntarily closed.
β [Name]? Are you okay? What's wrong? [Name]!
Darling, he doesn't love you. It's time to admit to yourself who you are. Stop pretending to be me.
A scarlet silhouette, a sinister smile, a gaze full of cunning and knowledge. Too familiar, yet so elusive...
You wake up in the living room. Two silhouettes are leaning over you, which you could distinguish only after a couple of seconds. It was Dima and Yaromir. The first had concern on his face, while the second seemed to be trying to extract the hidden truth with his gaze. You blinked and asked what happened.
β You suddenly lost consciousness, for about 15 minutes, then started mumbling something and woke up. β Dima's voice was more anxious than usual. It was noticeable how it trembled slightly; it looked... cute. He was worried about you.
Nothing delights as much as a happy pair of stars who found each other among millions of galaxies. Their merging is brighter than any lights, their warmth is inextinguishable, their voices sound in unison like the howl of nature itself. It's just that a wolf and a guara are not stars. A wolf is merely a planet wandering the desolate expanses of space, and a guara is a black hole. It also shines, also emits warmth, but charges a price for it, sometimes without even noticing. Black holes resemble stars; don't let yourself be deceived.
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