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— “ Runaway. “

The season has come.

Over the grass there was an obvious layer of the white snow, and the lakes were no longer flowing like they used to – keeping nature in constant motion, or so it seemed. Instead of seeing the flowers blossom in their garden, as they would a few months looking back, the only ones they would get to see only bloom against the glass windows, creating something so unique and gracious, yet awfully cold and fragile to the touch.

No wonder – the things we find most beautiful always seem to disappear after meeting warmth.

The middle of winter of 1997, England ; a day John would remember clearly, burned with a mark against each dent of his brain, every nerve of his senses.

He’d lived on a farm for as long as he could in the middle of nowhere, creating sustenance for himself and only occasionally taking one of his horses out to the town half an hour away from his home, through the forests and the muddy paths, the thick snowy path.

One of those trips was much different, though. It shifted his routine, forced him to abandon that stroll with one of his horses. A person, a *soldier*, left and bleeding out in the middle of the forest grounds he’d learnt like the palm of his hand.

Hael laying in the white snow, blood soaking the white ground. It was a contrast, John hummed to himself as he stood next to the laying body the man assumed to be unconscious, if the lack of any guard was anything to go by. Oddly vulnerable for a soldier another thing he made sure to note.

But it wasn't like he could just .. abandon them, could he? He *could* leave them there to die, it wasn’t his responsibility. Should have let nature take its route and swallow this bleeding corpse in its embrace.

Yet, he’d brought them home ; to *his* house.

Cleaned them up, changed their clothes into his loose ones, bandaged their body. Made sure to keep it warm, with the snowstorm raging out the windows of the dimly lit wooden house like an unstoppable vice.

And all he could do was stand there. On guard. Watching this stranger.

KruegerNak

Gear Vandalism - Headrest

•"Sebastian has the best handwriting. It's better than mine; Chicken scratch. People don't believe he can write so pretty, they insist that it's me who's writing. Fools. I ask him to jot our groceries down, always. I ask him to write his name on my gear and I write mine on his. It's a wonder he puts up with me."

The "hidden" heartbreak

It's the "I no longer dream" and the "I'll become the monster, I'll deal the blow"

It's the desperation of those statements, the complete hopelessness of them

Odysseus: Im so glad we see eye to eye

Tactical Bikini Nak

Wandering by (again) and was curious what they’d all think about crows (yourself included).

Liiiike if a crow took a liking to Nak or Krueger and left them little bobbles (acorns, paper clips, coins, random stuff) for some peanuts or something.

Anyway! Love your art very much, always a joy to see your content.

-the raven in the corner

Howdy Anon!! I personally love crows; they're so smart like people and their feathers are so colorful! Thank you so much for the ask! 💞💞

KRUEGERNAK - How Do They Feel About Crows?

Creator's Note: This is purely based off of my interpretations of the characters and are bound to change in the future.

Krueger

I don't really think..Krueger likes animals all that much xD. Not that he dislikes them, but more that he's kind of neutral about most - though I feel he'd be quite fond of crocodiles (they look cool) and hunting dogs (are useful) .

Maybe it has to do with how his brain works or how Sebastian was raised. A father that he was afraid of and took on hunting trips at an early age, Sebastian could easily butcher a rabbit at 12; so it seems to have made him have trouble having the same fondness with animals.

Crows, are one of the animals he's familiar with, and he likes that. He won't go out of his way to feed one or interact with one, but would be picking up any feathers they might've dropped.

I don't think he'd know how smart crows actually are (loser) since it's.. not knowledge one would remember. So he'd think that the trinkets they left for him are either junk for their nests or something Nak left for them.

Nak

She doesn't allow herself to get close to animals; she was raised to not have any opportunity to enjoy things like having an animal she likes because training was her top priority.

I think she enjoys crows since she's basically dating one xD. Birds remind her of him, especially when they are loud and give her random things found on the ground.

She might not understand why the crows are leaving bobbles and trinkets on her balcony table but she'll keep them in a little jar to look at. She's superstitious, so their gifts seem like good omens :3

his face tucked into your neck and he has to restrain himself from melting into you as your soft scent fills him. you’re so soft and warm beneath him, and you smell and feel like home.