"Wake up, My cerys."
…
He awoke with tears dripping from his face, as his eyes took awhile to adapt to the red light. As it did, she stood over him.
Her silhouette was of a horror villain, spooking him.
He was embarrassed when he spoke. "Thank you…"
If it wasn't her… Each time, he was sent there... It wouldn't have ended well.
Glancing up, he saw her with a smile so soft, so beautiful It had calmed him down. Relieving him of his fatigue.
Her lips move; "You're welcome, Cery."
"That word…" he muttered, as her eyes locked on him. "Why did you call me that?"
"Huh?" and for the first time, her face turned red. "...what… you don't like it??"
His mind flooded with all kinds of thoughts. As it did, he chuckled, "To think you can make that face." He never thought he would laugh again after coming here. This dream … this world was just a horror to him. A nightmare.
Smiling, he said "After all this time, I don't know your name. What is it?" From the first day, she was here, but… he had never learned her name nor heard it.
Glancing at him. she answered "#####" but it was incoherent, almost static. Like an old TV trying to play a show.
His eyes closed as his lip curled into a tight lid smile.
"Sorry, but could you say that again? I couldn't hear it."
Putting a finger on her lip, she pondered an answer as her smile grew faint before growing again "Just call me your Cery."
Hearing it, he smiled, "A word like that isn't light you know?" then looked up. "But if you keep saving me, sure."
"That's weird. Why couldn't I hear your name? But… Cery isn't bad." he thought, She looked dumbfounded. She wasn't expecting that answer. Nonetheless, it made her happy.
"Sure, I'll drag you up anytime you descend.."
Getting up, he glances around. Then picked up his bag, and opened it. Then walked around, collecting everything he could.
Yes, I don't know what I'm running low on, so I'm just going to take everything I can. More water than food tho.
Then a whisper came "You know… you haven't told me yours either."
In his action of reaching for the top shelf, he paused. The can of beans froze in his palm.
"Don't you already know?"
"No… how would I?"
A little annoyed, he asked " How wouldn't you, tho?" his eyes closed when he glared at her.
"I'm not in your head all the time, nor do I go that deep into your memories, so I wouldn't know."
He glanced up, his eyes closed, then sighed. "######, that is my name… huh?" his eyes flickered. What had happened to Cery just happened to him. His words glitched " Did you hear that?"
"Nope, I couldn't read your mind. It blanks there and static here."
He chuckled before it spiraled into laughter. " $#@#%#, that's my name. Here's a nickname for you, Az-"
his voice was cut off by Cery. "Azzy… that's quite beautiful."
" beautiful? Huh… I have always found it childish, you know?" he sighed, " but, Ma had liked it. So it had stuck. Little one and blue. How ironic for me, isn't it?"
She watched his gloomy mood. " No, It's kinda romantic actually." Her hands gently gilded over his shoulder, hugging. He froze.
"Azzy also means "protector" you know?" sweat traveled down his face, and his eyes flickered back unfocused.
"Cery is lover. So… together, it's lover and protector. Lovely isn't it?" Her words were so seductive it had sent a shiver through his body. The very position and action of her head over his shoulder, her mouth to his ear as she blew it.
His breath grew heavy, as he asked " CoUld yOu sToP pleAsE?"
Withdrawing for her action, she saw him shaking. " You seem a little tense. Want me to stop?"
In their action, a figure was watching from the windows. He was quite a distance away, but nonetheless was still.
"To think that's the madman we fear..." he said as he walked away. " I cannot believe this. FUCK!!"
His movements were not unseen. Azzy had caught a glance of him when he turned to look at Cery. " What do you think?"
" of what? You getting hard? Or the stranger on the roof?"
"...."
"What?"
"Let's head back before the timer goes again."