Post-Overblot!Malleus Draconia with a Blind!Comatose!Amnesiac!F!Reader:
#Tags: Angst, post-overblot (not adhering to the plot of book 7), he feels guilty, you are in a coma, you have amnesia, he feels miserable, crying, recovery, you forget him, he waits for you, melancholic
Twisted Wonderland:
This isn't real. Malleus' heart is overflowing with fury at his own destiny and bitterness at the feeling of being separated from you. Why was it so, that each time he found something precious to himself, it got taken away? Such was the case with you. You found yourself in a coma. Why? All because of his own Idiocracy. Why did he allow himself to lose control and overblot, leaving you to suffer the consequences? Guilt gnaws away at his heart, leaving nothing behind except the remnants of what once used to be a blooming garden of love and hope.
You look so peaceful in your slumber. As if untouched by the wretches of time. Your skin is just as beautiful as it was the day you stopped responding to his cries. What must you have felt, unable to see anything, only hearing the angered wails of a hopeless, overblotted dragon, until even the liberty of consciousness was stolen from you. Can you hear his lamenting now?
He promised to be your eyes, yet he was the one who took away the rest of your senses, leaving you in a state of eternal slumber. Ironic, isn't it? And unlike in fairytales, where a true love's kiss awakens the prince's darling, and a happily ever after is seen, there's no fairytale, no righteous prince, nor a true love's kiss here. Such things don't exist. For beings of darkness like himself, is agony all that's left? Unspoken words, unexpressed sentiments of devotion — will he even get a chance to utter those words to you again? It doesn't help that this state of slumber cannot be reversed through magic. If it were possible, would he have not offered up all he had to the welkins?
He spends all his days by your side, holding your fragile hands to his chest, his lime eyes moistening. Suddenly, the view of your face becomes blurry. Dragons don't cry. They don't. They don't. Yet, this one finds himself weeping in misery, pressing frantic kisses to your hands with a shivering touch, uttering apologies as if they could pierce through the state of nothingness in your mind and reach your soul.
No one is allowed inside your chambers. Malleus guards it himself. Each time anyone tries to convince him to step out for a meal, or relax his mind by taking a walk, he finds his fists clenching tighter than ever and his bloodshot eyes fixing at the entrance, his teeth gritted. "Never."
The world seems to be dyed in sepia. The flowers have lost their vibrance, the rivers have become grey, and the flames have lost their hue. When he sees himself in a mirror, Malleus does not recognize the man reflected back to him. Is it the same prince, who was revered across all lands? Probably not. What's reflected is a shell of what he used to be.
So, after all this time, when he saw your eyes flutter open weakly, their familiar haziness coming to light, would he have not been ecstatic? He sat up straight, his hands grasping yours tightly in a desperate attempt to ground himself to reality. To reassure himself, from your rhythmatic pulse, that you're here.
As you sat up slowly, your hair tumbled in front. Malleus' hand shot out to adjust it behind your ear, his red-rimmed eyes taking in the sight of your confused face. You're here. You're really here. And you're awake. The wait is ov—
"... Do I know you?" With your lips curled in a sweet, sheepish smile, those words pierced through the cloud of ecstasy that had surrounded Malleus' void of a heart in an attempt to tend it. A choked sob escaped his throat as his eyes widened, his hand shooting out to gently cup your jaw. "Malleus... Malleus Draconia. Does it ring a bell?"
Your hazy gaze settled ahead of you, your lips pursed in heartbreaking concentration as you tried to remember. "Malleus...? I'm sorry, I don't really... remember." His world came crashing down, the delicate cement of hope unable to keep it up any longer. What a cruel trick fate had played. You had no recollection of Malleus. "Oh, my! Are you crying?"
His arms guided your head to his chest as he inhaled your scent deeply, his hand brushing over your hair. Please say yes. Please say that you remember. Please say that his scent made you rememb—
"I think... I think the name Malleus is a very beautiful name," you smiled up at him, "it gives me a sense of warmth. I feel like I've known you forever." Oh, Lord.
Your soft hands explored his face, gently touching his features. His nose, eyes, lips, jaw, hair. Oh, he had pointed ears and horns too! How... odd. It feels so familiar. He feels so familiar. Yet, you can't just remember how. You felt his arms tightening around you, his cheeks becoming wet again. You didn't like hearing him cry. It made a strange feeling settle at the bottom of your chest.
"Why are you crying, Mr. Malleus?" You softly smiled, your hands wiping away his tears. Malleus grasped your wrist gently, kissing your palm. "I am your boyfriend. Do you really not remember?" You gasped, your eyes widening, "you are?"
"Yes, I am. All because of me, your memories..." Malleus murmured, sinking his head onto your shoulder. Your soft hands hesitantly felt around for his head, patting it slowly as you smiled. "There, there, it's okay. I don't really remember, but I have a feeling that you were someone I treasured a lot."
Oh, look at you. Even after suffering so much, your first instinct was to offer him support and reassurance. How could he ever undo what he had done? He feels terr—
"Can you... Can you help me remember?" Your small voice reached his fae ears, his eyes fixing on your face. "I want to remember. I— I really do. I just don't know how..."
It was as if something changed. His self-hate could wait. It was far more important to first restore your memories. His hands cupped your face, his eyes shining with love. "Leave it to me. I shall make you remember every bit." You smiled brightly at him, touching his hand. "Thank you so much."
Ever since then? Malleus has been trying his best to help you remember. He sits with you all day, letting you bask in his scent to try and remind you of the way you used to steal his cloak and wear it to carry his scent with you. He gives you ice-cream with your meals to try and remind you of how you used to sneak out with him for dates at his favourite ice-cream place.
"Can I say something?" You smile at him. He pats your head — a gesture of affection, he has come to realize, is the best for now— with a smile, "go on." You shyly giggle, "I think I like your voice." Tears threaten to fill his gaze again as he looks at you, taking in your giddy expression. You sure do. "I am glad you like it." Oh, the nights you used to spend, cuddled up with him, hearing him murmur affectionate words in your ears because you loved his voice.
Other times, you request Malleus to tell you how his name is spelled. Gently taking your hand in his, Malleus would slowly write in your palm, with his finger, the letters of his name. M. A. L. L. E. U. S. Oh. It's so familiar. You love it! At your childish excitement, the lump in Malleus' throat refuses to vanish, yet he forces a chuckle out to not dampen your mood. Step by step, you can do it. You're his strong girl, aren't you?
Slowly but surely, he's working his way through. Perhaps, this is atonement for his sin. His sin of being the reason behind your suffering. He'll wait. Wait as long as you need to remember him. Wait as long as you can call him Malleus again and not Mr. Draconia. After all, it isn't easy to populate an empty garden so quickly. Just as you sow the seeds, give them what they need, and wait for them to bloom — he'll do the same for you. And perhaps, one day, the garden of his heart shall bloom with flowers again.
Thank you for reading this! It's my first time writing angst xD I hope you enjoyed it! Malleus sends you some flowers 💐 Do send requests for more! 💚
