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He couldn’t be alone. It had been a lesson brutally learned when he had encountered Uri in the stables. Had the chocobo not called out to the high heavens when startled by the general’s violence, he would have suffered more than a bruised wrist and rear from being grabbed and pushed. Luckily, Osiris didn’t mind staying at his side.

Fond memories for the Shield

“We should relive this time once more - we were happy then.”

*deeps breathing* you think im cute?

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                “ What? How I’ve been practicing as much as I can. What’s the problem with it? ”

Osiris groaned, stabbing the sword into the dirt and crossed his arms like a child. He had only been on land for a month and still didn’t understand how humans wield these things.

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Osiris wasn’t like a Witcher. The one’s like himself that had grown up in the mountains of Khaer Morhen from their youth, practicing with silver and steel since before he could remember the life he had come from. Of course, this life was a new one for a being from an entirely different realm.

But Vezimir had never gone easy on him and he would never an easy teacher himself. So, with arms crossed over his chest, he eyed Osiris as the selkie slumped forward.

“Practicing for days upon days with little instruction on what you’re doing doesn’t help. It only adds on to what bad habit’s you’re forming.” Geralt stated, his hand shifting to reach for the sword in the ground and he pulled it up. “Let me see how you stand without the sword. Take a stance.”

“Why are you and Cor having a fight?”

Ears perked up and eyes fluttered open at the sound of dinner, he was starving. Having a long, boring and tiring day at school wasn’t his favourite thing to do everyday, but sadly he had too. He much rather spend the whole day cuddling and sleeping with Osiris, but not every wish can come true. When the other gave him a loving, yet shortened kiss on the lips the blond’s face reddened. They had been together for a while, but he still couldn’t even kiss his boyfriend without getting flustered. The blond had noticed the other let his hair down, a rare, but beautiful sight. The blond’s pale hands reached up and started to play with the other’s hair, almost as if he was a kitten playing with a toy. A groan escaped his lips when he asked how his day was, the boy sighing afterwards. 

❝--It was boring...As always. I already know everything they think they’re teaching me, there is really no point in me even going. Plus I could barely see anything cause I forgot my contacts and I sat on my glasses yesterday so now they’re broken. Speaking of which-- ❞ He sat up from the other’s lap, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a pen and placed it in his mouth, and shortly after pulled out a note book. Sitting beside his boyfriend with crossed legs, the blond started to add to the long list of things that needed to be done. He continued to ramble, not giving the older male any time to interject in the conversation. The blond did this all the time, he would ramble and plan to the very last detail...it was partly because of his anxiety. 

❝ I need to get new glasses, along with that...I’m short on paper-- I wonder why. ❞ He laughed quietly, referring to the stack of papers in his bag that had to do lists on them. ❝ I need to still clean the living room, kitchen and bed rooms...go grocery shopping unless we want to die of starvation. I have photo’s to take for a school project, and find another job since I got fired from the last one for being to chatty and enthusiastic.... ❞ He took a deep breath before shouting, throwing all his stuff in the air at the same time.