#genvil

Our fate [School Au!]

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A comic I'm making :3

Credits to @pepperyfield for creating the Fathryon siblings and helping me out making the second and third gen of my fanfic "our fate"

Short fic, no warnings just fluff

@pepperyfield

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"HAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!"

"AND THEN- AND THEN SHE TURNED BACK AND SHE ASKED "oi wasn't my purse here?" AND I SAID "Oh i dunno! Maybe you SAT on it!!!"

This was the fourth stupidest pun Zendyl had ever lip-read from Tobe.

Sometimes he was glad he was deaf. He couldn't remember how Efyro's laugh sounded like but he does remember it echoed in all the house, just like his mother's. The twins inherted her annoying and horrible humor.

"Fools..." He thought.

All the Seros except their grandfather were eating and laughing together on the table in company of the Fathryons.

The food was alright, he could never say no to Zenya's chicken stews... In fact, it was pretty much the only thing keeping him from leaving his loud and annoying company. He was a solitary teen, what would he say? No one a part from his family could talk to him using sign language, that's pretty much why his mother gave him a Notebook, so people could talk with her deaf child easier... But whenever Zendyl wrote politely if they could repeat what they were saying slower or write it down, people just shrugged it off with an "it wasn't important anyways" written on his lips, Zendyl didn't need to read their lips anymore when they denied the notebook, he memorized that damned sentence.

He hated people so much...

A hand touched his shoulder, he turned to his side with his natural glare. "Do you want something else? You didn't eat much a part from your stew..." His sister gestured with a concerned expression.

"Not hungry." He replied.

He never showed it, but Zendyl adored his sister Zaynabi, he felt like she was... The only one who really understood him.

She just replied him with a pout and hitted the back of his head "if you don't finish your stew i'll shove it down your throat, got it punk??"

Ah there it is... Zaynabi being Zaynabi...

"ZAYNABI! Leave your brother alone, let him eat whatever he wants damnit!" Teldryn called her out from the other side of the table, she glared at him and went back at talking with the youngest Fathryon sibling, her friend and probably only girl friend Daela.

The rest of the afternoon went pretty normal, nothing unusual. The twins would piss their father off while telling horrible jokes, their mother would laugh at every single one of them while talking with Talvas and his wife, Zaynabi would curse at their eldest brother Faldrus while he threw some seductive stares and flirts to Daela and... What about Daela's brother? Genvil, was his name?

Zendyl looked at said dunmer teenager from his sit, he stirred his body straightening his back looking away... Was he looking at Zendyl all this time?

What is with this kid...? And why isn't him fooling around with my brother?

Zendyl looked at Faldrus who was sitting right next to the Fathryon kid, they didn't even glance at eachother, no wonder... Genvil was calm and serious, he only talked when he saw fitting and Faldrus was this big, annoying and talkative teen... Even Zen thought he was talkative, how he didn't break any finger while talking that fast and much with his messy sign language to him the little times they spent alone was a mistery for the young elf.

He decided he was paying too much attention to Genvil and simply opted to finish his stew before Zaynabi got mad and left the table with his empty plate, their housecarl Rayya quickly stood up and picked it for him signing a fast "I'll handle this" to him. He shrugged and left to open the main door leaving both families inside. He could feel his parents' worried looks from behind, his father knew how important his son's alone time was for him, but his mother didn't... She felt so impotent.

The wind blew in such a pleasant way moving Zendyl's dark locks gracing his forehead, he scratched the scar from the side of his chin while he turned a page from one of his favorite books.

He dropped a tired sigh when he felt the grass from his side changing, someone was approaching him, and he knew well who that was, he was deaf, not stupid. And just when he was about to turn, a white piece of paper dropped to his book.

[Hey. We haven't been properly introduced yet.]

Zendyl looked up at Genvil, his brown thin hair danced in the wind nuzzling his shoulders. Zendyl reached for his notebook on his pocket not looking away from the other teen, but Genvil's hand stopped him when he rose it. He looked nervous, and that somehow pissed Zendyl who was getting impatient.

And then letter by letter he signed "My name is Genvil"

It was such a stupid and simple sentence but Zendyl found himself speechless, his eyes opened as much as they could.

"You know sign language!?" He gestured, the shock never leaving his face. Genvil's serious face changed to a small smile.

"A little."

Did he learn...so he could speak to me...? Why? What does he gain from it? Should i... Should we... Is this how friends are made...?

After a short while, Genvil and Zendyl were talking, chatting with eachother casually, hidding their excitement with their tough and stoic expressions, but really... They both felt the same actually. They felt flattered, they had so much in common Zendyl regreted not talking with him sooner, what was one or two pages written turned into half of the notebook full of conversations and some doodles of places and animals Genvil had seen and some other doodles about creatures and daedric weapons Zendyl had the "pleasure" to admire from the distance when her mother brought them from missions or cleaned them while telling him and his siblings stories about her adventures.

And as Genvil looked at his signs and written words interested about said stories, Zendyl looked at his gestures and lips when he spoke about his parents' stories about Morrowind and the great Telvanni wizards.

Time went by and Genvil had to head home with his family, Zendyl waved at him still sitting.