No Rest for the Wicked (The Ghostface x Fem Reader)

The campfire crackled loudly as you watched its sparks dissapear into the cold night sky. You sat on one of the logs that surrounded the fire, Vittorio by you side. You both stared aimlessly into the flames, closing your eyes in pleasure whenever it's warmth brushed against your skin.

Your heart was heavy and an even deeper sorrow covered your face as you recalled seeing him die for the first time not too long ago. Though you were no stranger to death, it being a common occurrence in The Fog, seeing someone you were close to experience it was different - it left a mark. Vittorio glanced at you briefly before returning his gaze to the flames that continued to lick the sky.

"It will happen again, you know." Vittorios voice pulled you from your haze and you turned to face him.

Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows.

"What will happen again?"

Vittorios eyes remained fixated on the flames as he spoke.

"My death. It will happen again and so will yours."

You blinked trying to relax your face.

"Yes...I know this." You replied, unconvincing.

Vittorio turned to face you, the swirling blue lights that wove on and through his skin a stark contrast from the surrounding dark night.

"Promise me you will continue to fight. That you will continue to better and fine-tune your skills." Vittorio lifted a hand, gently placing it on top of your own which rested in your lap.

You had lost track of any sense of time at this point in your capture, struggling at times to remember who you were before being taken by The Entity. Your will to fight was still strong but you couldn't see an end to it all, you couldn't see any light at the end of the tunnel.

You averted Vittorios eyes as he gazed at you with care and sympathy.

"I can't...I can't promise that." You whispered, tears filling your eyes.

Vittorio sighed quietly before smiling and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you in close. A singular tear fell from your cheek as you felt the warmth of his body, unable to remember the last time you were showed any physical affection. Any form of love or care was hard to come by in The Fog, even from your fellow survivors.

"Its alright, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that of you." Vittorio said, him resting his cheek on top of your head.

You sniffled as you went to raise your head to look him in his eyes, them feeling like the closest thing you had to home. He had shown and taught you so much here, helped you grow into the stellar survivor you had become. Though he was much older than yourself, you saw a part of you in him and there was a deep and harty understanding between you two.

Your heart fluttered as he returned your gaze and your hands made their way to his thigh as your turned to face him fully now, shocked at how you missed just how muscular he was under his worn jeans. Your eyes trailed down his face to his lips, desiring for them to be planted on your own. Your eyelids became heavy as you leaned in closer to him, your lips parted slightly.

Vittorios exspression faded from happy to a mixture of confused and concern as he pulled back gently, grasping the sides of your arms.