#soda-writes

Late at night,

Laito was on the couch in his room. His gaze fixated on the crackling firewood in the fireplace near the window.

The vampire didn't need warmth to survive the cold, the sole purpose of the working fireplace just to lighten up the mood of the room.

He never really wanted to do this, but on the night where the moon is shining so brightly.

It's a full moon tonight

It's the usual time of the month where he'd feel out of place and sudden, nostalgic.

The memory of past was never bringing warmth.

He felt filthy, the fur on his uniform suddenly made his neck felt itchy.

"Hm, what an odd feeling.." he muttered. His nail scratching at the spot where he felt scratchy. His eyes unwavering staring at the fire.

'itchy..'

He remembers the time when he would stare at Cordelia. The act of affection she did with that man while he is to watch.

The way she would touch him, making him feel 'loved'.

His fingers continue scratching at his neck.

It's irritating.

The way that woman made him feel used, the way he killed off all her lovers. Hate hate hate.

"She ruined me." He spoke, his voice hoarsed as he was in a daze.

"Would bitch-chan hates me if she knew everything." He shook his head softly.

"We are lover now, she said she loved all part of me and would never leave me, right?" He chuckled. His throat bitter.

What is this feeling?..

A single tear fell down. His face still numb.

.

.

.

"Laito-kun?"

Laito gasps, quickly responding to the sound.

It's his darling, standing by the door. In her uniform, her hand clutching the doorknob as her eyes..

Looking at his neck?

"W-what happened laito-kun? Are you okay? Does it hurt?" She frantically bends down next to me as she covers my bloody neck with her hand.

'It appears I had been scratching for too long.. I have never did anything like this before..' he glanced at her.

She had that funny worried look on her face, he wanted to laugh and tell her it's alright but his throat stuck with words that he wanted to say. Tears keep spilling down.

Her warm hand wiping at his cheek, making his tears dissapear.

"It's warm." He softly said.

She smiled and hugs him. "Its alright, I'm here" she assured.

He can see her once neat uniform now littered with blood, her beautiful face have blood streak from hugging him. 'you looks cute like this too huh..' he thought.

"Can we skip school today?" He said, his mouth muffled on her shoulder.

She hummed a yes. Her cheeks pushed against his. Giving him the needed comfort he craved for. Tonight sure is making him feeling a bit weird and unusual.

Raged the words, sonically ripping through thoughts and matter, bringing him to his knees. Buckled to the dirt in pain he relents in that moment of all consuming darkness, he is left gasping, mouthing wordlessly to the skies "what-"

"You still act like a hero. You killed her, you killed all of them, you're 'friends'? Don't make us laugh."

The voices lay slack their grasp, vision returning from blacked abyss.

"Scarrrr...."

They taunt.

"We choose YOU, you lie SO well"

Grasp constructing.

"Does that silly little lyre you play fool yourself aswell?"

Soft plucking of strings mockingly fills the air, his grip on this world loosening with every tender note til, nothing, not a sound.

Scar breathes in the deafening silence, "If I don't have friends, how could I have won?"

A tender mocking sincerety resonates through his ears

"Oh Scar, you are a silly thing, we we're always your real friends. We tried showing you over and over, did we not?"

So softly a whisper escapes "ha, i suppose, that's right, always... A villain". Gentle notes soothe his throbbing mind, nursing him to relent his grasp further.

He willingly staggers to his feet, dragging bloodstained grass and ashen clods of dirt forward with his boots til gravel turned to the clack of stone.

Facing the keeper, a guiding surge urges his aching bones to move ever closer to its presence.

Scar muses while his body is dragged by spirits unseen, barely able to fix his gaze after the adrenaline fuelled endeavour. Maybe this was okay, maybe he was the villain he appeared to be, hand forced or not, 'fate' placed him here, all he had to do was allow it to continue his march to the bittersweet end.

He doesn't repel the force moving his fingers across the cold, stained surface of the button before him. Willing what little strength left through them, quickly ending his long, long endeavour.

Free he thought.

Until the voices came again, joyously shreaking his name.

"SCAR, YES ANOTHER ONE TO PLAY WITH"

His eyes widen, what did they-?

In that instance the world itself vanished, leaving a trail of black smoke lingering on, another new star shone brightly in the darkness of the void.

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Afterword:

Yup yup yup : ] Hope you liked that, enjoyed exploring a trail of a thought i had about the ending. So happy that he won, so many amazing moments from this finale ah!

Squinting over the water to Talen’s energetic figure he shyly barks back “I-I’m not sure how?”.

“It's easy!” a cheerful yell rings out as Talen, barely keeping balance, pushes all his energy into a full body gesture feigning the action to take. The boy perks up at the demonstration with an eager smile. Looking down at the stone, confidently rubbing his fingers into a firm grip, he winds his body back, before finally launching forward with all his might. In a flash the stone slipped loose, skipping at speed across the water landing with a sudden splash at both sides of the river.

“You did it!!!” muffled words heard under the warble of water, attempting to lift himself up out of the shallows, gasping, soggy and shocked.

With another great splash, feathered hands reach out for his, helping him to his feet.

“I haven’t ever seen anybody do anything like that on their first try! That was amazin’!” Talen remarks overjoyed at his new friend’s show of skill.

His face falling as their eyes meet, the boy near tears, cold and embarrassed. 

“I-I’m sorry” he splutters out.

“Here l-let’s”.

Talen helps the boy now looking more like a pup, back up onto his bank of the river under that lone tree, taking off and wrapping his old poncho around him.

“Sorry you got all wet”, he says quietly after a while, hanging his head and pulling at the grass under his clay clad wet boots.

The pup now, who seemed to look more boy-like, pulled the ratty poncho down, his head popping free, wiping away muddy hair, from his hazy blue eyes.

Looking down at the blades of torn out grass and small blue flowers at his toes, then to the boy sitting next to him.

“Do you- Do you know how to make these?” he says, threading and knotting two flower stems delicately together.

Talen looks up wary in his eyes, he doesn't meet the boy's gaze just yet, letting go of the clumps of grass as his eyes meet with the steadily forming chain of flowers.

“I’d seen my mom do those, didn't ever get shown how” he looks back to his clumps of grass doubtful.

“I could show you?” Muffled a reply from beneath the poncho.

“What? Show me? But…” he trails off, head sinking into his knees.

A baby blue flower pokes through, gently poking the tip of his nose.

“You showed me how to do that cool rock thing”.

Bursting down his own walls “But- but I made you fall!” Talen exclaimed.

The boy shines him a sheepish smile, twirling the chain of flowers between his fingers, “and it was fun! Fun to have a friend”.

Their eyes meet once again, all of the two’s anxieties having drifted away down stream, their shared deep desire laid bare and rang clear, all the two of them ever wanted was a friend.

Their arms strewn round one another in comforting reassurance as chuckles of muffled joyous laughter slipped between the cracks.

That day the two of them felt a wholeness they never had before, returning every day by the river to play, tell stories and grow up together.

Everyday until the red war came.

Hello, hello!

If you made it all the way down here conga rats! [a treat 4 u! 🥞]

Seriously tho thanks, I've been really trying to practice my writing for HeartFeller and other things.

This is the backstory to two key characters from my game, that isnt really in the game in this form [ at the moment anyway ], Talen Cairo and Lord Faolan Rend, theyre both around 7-10ish here.

Currently my focuses include: life series smp / hermitcraft smp / minecraft, HeartFeller, splatoon, game dev stuff, fantasy in general, with a healthy dose of experimentaion all round.

I dont keep a post schedule so things will get posted when they get done, i do tend to share my wips on my insta stories tho.

My asks are open for any questions (within reason) more than happy to share art processes, game industry advice, art experience etc, or just silly requests\asks about interests!

Still getting back into tumblr after not using it for yrs, so im a little rusty, and dont tend to reblog much 😅 (so used to insta!)