✶Zodyl x Fallen!Reader✶
Sypnosis: You're a fallen spherite, information that would be cherished by Zodyl if you weren't suffering a bout of amnesia.
Minor fluff! Zodyl is emotionally stunted
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You struggled to recollect the encounter of the night you were banished, life at all, before you were discarded from the sphere. You vaguely remember a sea of faces before tumbling into the abyss, a whirlwind of trash clattering with you on your descent onto the ground below. You had come to enveloped in your scarf, a jinki Zodyl would call it, creatures born of trash descending on you like bats from hell the second you regained consciousness. If it hadn't been for Zodyl's interference, you would've been another copse in the pit of forgotten objects. You would become his shadow from that day forth, a constant presence in his proximity as you grew accustomed to the concept of a world living outside your own.
It wasn't long before Zodyl discovered something was amiss with you, each interrogation of the sphere hitting a wall no matter which method he approached. He concluded your memory suffered upon the fall, a major hindrance in the scheme of his plans. Zodyl found your lack of memory curious, often referring to it as 'rather convenient.'
'Tell me, what was life like on the world above?' He would ask. The most you could offer was the quality of life, how the rich lived to consume and discard, how you originated from the outskirts of the city. The slums, you would call it. 'How illuminating' he would say, the sarcasm thick in his tone as he regarded you with blank stares. He would ponder why he kept you around, perhaps it was the way you had fallen and survived, or something else he had yet to uncover about himself.
Still, he would always end up viewing you as valuable enough to keep your existence a secret for the time being. Any information you could potentially end up providing was indispensable, his patience unwavering each time he exercised your brain for forgotten memories. 'I intend to uncover every last detail.' He would often remind you.
When you would recall snippets from time to time that could be seen as useful, Zodyls chilled hand would rest on your nape or cradle your cheek in his palm, a slither of odd proximity that felt like you were a dog being thrown a bone. The gesture may have even been comforting if it weren't for the coldness his being exhumed, eyes too intense to ever be soft. That mask of maddening neutrality always remaining no matter what you proffered.
"Another spherite was found in the pit." Zodyl broke the silence. He was perched in his usual spot, sat on a sturdy crate, deeply shadowed eyes trained on your face, keening a reaction. He was often a man of few words, so his openness in this discovery came as a surprise to you.
Your brows quirked, discomfort needling through your spine as you recalled your brief time in no man's land. "Another one survived that fall? Poor thing."
"Poor isn't the word I'd use to describe his state." He sighed in contempt.
"This one slipped through my fingers this time." Zodyl's hand flexed as he spoke, as if he were demonstrating his words.
His eyes, usually so sharp and piercing, seemed to lose focus as he spoke, as if he were living a distant memory.
This new spherite was of utmost importance to Zodyl, rumoured to possess an item of limitless energy he planned to consolidate. "That particular spherite is of great interest." He spoke slowly, as if dumbing down his sentence. "They possess something of use to me, invaluable of my goals. Much like you, in your own way."
He paused breifly, eyes retraining onto yours, expression unchanging.
"Why are you telling me this?" You spoke skeptically, doubt seeping into your bones as you mulled over potential scenarios. Zodyl disposing of you now somebody more fruitful had fallen, your existence a mere afterthought as he pursued his plan. You knew his intent was to absolutely abolish the sphere, that he would achieve his goal no matter the cost. Your expression must have conveyed your emotion, Zodyl's level voice slicing through your train of thought.
"What are you pulling that face for?" Zodyl blinked, his hand coming to rest upon your head as you wrestled your anxieties. "I thought you'd be interested, since you're always prodding where you shouldn't be."
Zodyl leant forward, an elbow resting on his knee as his hand flexed against your scalp, musing your hair between his thick fingers. He seemed contemplative as he mulled over your reaction.
"You're worried I'm going to abandon you." A hint of amusement in his voice, before it was gone. "After all the work I've put into you, no wonder you're so attached."
You bristled as Zodyl read you like an open book. It seems all the you had spent around him, Zodyl had been studying more than just your past. Learning the telltale signs of each emotion through the subtle change of your body language.
Zodyls legs parted now, your body slotting between the open space as he dragged you between them and onto his lap. Zodyl was naive when it came to emotions, but he had grown to learn when you sought comfort. Even when the action of holding a human in his arms like precious cargo was a foreign concept to him.
Even though Zodyl was stiff against your back, it was a strange comfort being this close, a twisted sort of intimacy.
Your body was the opposite to his as you relaxed against him, warm and pliant in his arms; Zodyl found himself enjoying it more than he had anticipated.
"You know I intend to make full use of something I deem valuable." He reminded, his fingers squeezing your thighs in consolation. "I have faith your mind will heal." His cold lips brushed your temple, stirring baby hairs as his voice tickled your skin. His voice was low, almost hypnotic."That your memories will return."
His grip on you tightened, a surge of possession in his enigmatic eyes.
"When they do, I will be here to guide you. To help you understand your purpose."