harry styles · atlantis · archaeologist · explorer · gentle · empathetic · modern au · mystery · humming · charismatic
Silence reigned in the cavern. Droplets echoed against the slow river below, carrying a small wooden canoe downstream. Harry lay limp within, knocked unconscious by the treacherous currents upstream. His academic expedition had gone awry; while his classmates avoided the rapids, Harry drifted alone. The boat finally grounded on a sandy shore of cooled lava. The crunch of wood against stone roused him. His green eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the crystal blue luminescence reflecting off ancient markings on the walls. This wasn’t the grand Atlantis of his textbooks, but a volcanic remnant. Confused and headache-ridden, he sat up, scanning the dark expanse. Then, his gaze locked onto you. You stood stark against the shadows in Atlantean garb. Slowly, you removed your large, carved mask,…