Trollgust 1- Portrait
Brixātul
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Trollgust 1- Portrait
Brixātul

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Trollgust 3- Loa
āYou used to make offerings, when you were young. What happened?ā
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Brix in a bath, Friday sketch lay in.
Two.
Mrs. Bennetteās classroom was pure chaos in the mornings. Each child scrambling to toss their backpacks down first and run off to the play stations. Screaming and pushing each other over the toys that were flung from bins. A girl was already crying because a boy said her pig-tails made her look like a pig and kept oinking at her.
Keovi stared after a boy who bumped into his shoulder and ran past.
āWatch it!ā
Keoviās expression went flat. The other kid had hit HIM why was he supposed to watch for where the other child was running?
With a heavy sigh, he hung up his backpack on the wallhook, removed his notebook and went to sit in his desk.
He hated Kindergarten.
Mostly because he was bored to tears.
It was six weeks into the school year and they were just now reviewing the letter āC.ā Keovi had learned to read in the accelerated preschool program. So, the academics were painfully below where he was working at. And so, his teacher had given him a notebook to practice writing sentences in and books to read while the rest of the class struggled to understand that āCā doesnāt make a āseeeeeeā sound. Motion caught his attention from the doorway and he side glanced over.
A rather haphazard looking woman was ushering a reluctant boy into the class. āYou -have- to go to school, Cal.ā āBUT I DONāT WANT TO!ā A foot was stomped.
The mother, who seemed to have already have had the argument several times that day, dragged a hand over her face.
āNo. I donāt care. You have to stay. I canāt deal with you.ā
Callum Oakes missed a lot of school. In fact, Keovi had kept track and it added up to 18 days already since the start of the year.
Cal growled at his mother. āBut you let me stay home YESTERDAY. And YOU said the teacherās a dumb bitch. Why do I have to stay with the dumb bitch?ā
Keoviās eyes went wide. He didnāt know what a bitch was, but he assumed it was the literally worst.
Voices were raised. More swearing.
But eventually, Cal was left behind without a backpack, without a lunchbox, staring at the door and breathing heavily.
Cal also hated school.
But mostly because he didnāt understand why he had to sit still and raise his hand in order to talk. Who actually sat that long in the real world? NO ONE. And adults didnāt raise their hands to speak. It was ALL STUPID.
Cal found Keovi staring at him and blasted his anger at the quiet kid.
āWhat the HELL you looking at?ā
Keovi didnāt understand why the other boy was mad at -him-. So, it didnāt deter him from watching the angry boy. Although Keovi was painfully quiet, he wasnāt timid. In fact, Calās question caused the dark haired boy to stare harder at Cal. He was wearing the same shirt he had yesterday. He had worn it three times last week.
Cal stormed by and paused by the teacherās desk to steal a mint from the bowl. It didnāt matter how many times he was told he needed to ask first. He was hungry and they were there. And she was a dumb bitch, just like his mama said. SO. Keovi shook his head and went to practice writing in his notebook. ----------
The bell rang for lunch. Keovi was working through a Sudoku puzzle game and closed the book with his pencil inside to mark the page. As always, he waited for the rest of the class to stampede by before he stood.
Behind him, the teacher was reprimanding Cal again for not remaining in his seat during story time.
Cal grumbled an insincere apology and then walked by Keovi. Once again, catching the quiet boy looking at him. For some reason, it made him really, really angry.
He bolted to the cafeteria.
Keovi tilted his head as he caught the teacher muttering something about apples falling from trees and then eventually made his way to his lunchbox.
He opened it to check. Yep.
Two.
A tiny smile pulled at his lips and he nodded at the contents of the box before closing it again.
Keovi had to look through the sea of childrenās bobbing heads before he caught sight of the familiar shirt.
Cal had his head down on the table and his arms folded around his face. He hadnāt brought a lunch box and refused to get lectured by the lunch lady again about some stupid papers his mom needed to fill out to eat their nasty food.
Keovi walked up and sat next to Cal. Close enough that their arms were practically touching. Proximity that only friends shared.
Cal lifted his head in confusion and balked when he saw Keovi next to him. Truth be told, he was kind of freaked out by the mute boy.
āWhat are you DOING?!ā
Keovi, who didnāt talk to -anyone- in class, set his luchbox down on the table and opened it. Inside, were two sandwiches, two sets of cookies, and two juice boxes.
Silently he set one set of each in front of Cal, and without any further explanation, just started eating his own food.
Cal blinked. He looked at the food, then back at Keovi, then at the food.
He had that angry feeling again.
āWhat? Are you making FUN of me?!ā Cal picked up the sandwich and tossed it back in front of Keovi.
The light blue eyes of the quiet kid watched Cal for a moment but he didnāt say anything.
Cal didnāt understand the offer. āI donāt have anything to trade, okay? So, you can take your stupid sandwich back.ā
And with that, Cal got up and ran out to recess despite the bell not having rung yet.
Keovi continued to eat unfazed.
Cal avoided him for the rest of the day.
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The next day, Keovi did the same.
Cal had watched him walk up this time and already looked stressed.
āNo. Get away from me. Go sit somewhere else.ā Cal sat stubbornly where he was. Keovi ignored him and sat beside him.
The same thing, one sandwich, juice, and snack set out for Cal. But it was a different combination from the day before. Cal looked at the food in pure confusion.
āI donāt understand. What do you -want-?ā
Keovi just shook his head.
āYouāre WEIRD. You know that? Can you NOT talk or something?ā Cal berated the quiet kid.
Keovi side glanced Cal but drank his juice, a rather dry look of sarcasm. Yes, he could talk. He just didnāt want to.
Cal took the cookies and left the rest.
āWell. Jokes on you. Iām not giving you anything for these.ā Cal warned him. That should show the stupid quiet kid.
Keovi watched Cal run off with the snack but shrugged his shoulders.
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Day three of the routine, and Cal watched Keovi walk up but didnāt tell him to leave this time.
Keovi set out the lunch for Cal.
Cal stared at it quietly for a long time.
āWhy do you keep doing this?ā
Keovi shrugged his shoulders, already working to open his own lunch.
Cal gave him a strange look. The cookies hadnāt been poisoned, so, maybe the rest was safe?
Cal bit into the sandwich and frowned at Keovi. It had lettuce on it. āThis is gross.ā But he ate it anyway, starving since his mother hadnāt come home last night and all that had been left in the house was some ritz crackers.
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And so it went. Keovi brought Cal lunch each day. Cal would attempt to get Keovi to talk to him. It never worked. But, it there was some comfort in having the same company each day at lunch.
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Getting punched HURT.
Keovi had fallen off of his bike. He had skinned his knee before, hit his head on furniture. All of the typical kid things.
This was different.
The blow had knocked the wind out of him and he was left coughing on the ground as the older kid laughed in his victory.
āWhat? Cat got your tongue?! Hm? SAY something.ā
Keovi looked up from the ground, glaring daggers at the older boy who had stolen the game he had brought from home.
He stood up and once again tried to reach for the game back a second time.
And a second time, the kid laid him flat.
āNope! MINE NOW.ā
Keoviās eyes stung with tears because he was so unbelievably angry. This boy wasnāt allowed to have his game. He hadnāt given him permission. It wasnāt his to take or keep. Grabbing wasnāt nice! UGH!
The kid lifted up a leg to kick Keovi while he was down but ended up stumbling forward and smashing into the ground next to Keovi.
Keoviās eyes went wide as Cal stood over them both with a sick smile on his face. āASSHOLE.ā
The kid gasped. āYou canāt say that word. Thatās a bad word!ā He accused.
Cal snatched the game back from the kid and it looked as though they were about to fight. Keovi quickly pushed himself to his feet and stood beside Cal and now it was two against one.
The kid frowned at them both and ran off. āIāM TELLING!ā
Cal called after him. āYEA. GO AHEAD ASSHOLE.ā
Keovi stared at Cal with wide eyes. A hesitant step was taken forward and he hugged his friend, hiding his face in embarrassment at the tears.
Cal didnāt know what to do. āNo. No. Key-vy. Whatever your name is.ā Cal always pretended not to know the boyās name, trying to get him to correct him on it and say SOMETHING.
āDonāt cry. Boys donāt cry.ā Cal repeated what his mom had always lectured him on.
Keovi inhaled a deep breath and stepped back, attempting to obey Calās request and smearing his face on his sleeve, looking super pissed.
Cal patted him on the shoulder. āThere. See. Got your game.ā He held it up, trying to make it better.
And for the first time, the mute boy spoke.
āThank you, Cal.ā

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Sixteen, clumsy and shy- thatās the story of my life.
I said it already, but my favourite part of this is how Brix just looks like he wandered aimlessly into a group of other people taking a picture. AU stuff, picture from when some of the gang was in HS. Like ya doooo.
Magic Meat Brix
Awwww lookit that. Heās blushing.Ā @magicmeatweek I know Iām late, but life. Enjoy!
Alright, well I didnāt post this last night because I fell asleep at it was 2am when I woke up. Ā BUT HERE. Hereās a TrollBrix⢠WIP that was just going to be a portrait... but now It MAY or may not be a magic meat somthinā somethinā.Ā