This is Our Truth

“Not how they would appear? What were you expecting, Nezumi? Faeries? Elves? Don’t tell me you were picturing pixies. Ugh.” He’s pretty obviously loathe to even think about the romanticized versions of his kind, sticking out his short, barbed tongue in distaste. “Either way, you are very right in your statement, and so far, you’re making a good impression. That should give you a frame of reference.”

Chuckling to himself, Bjorn offers a much more genuine smile, dropping the cocky act to give Nezumi a much more friendly gesture. “I certainly try to be observant. After all, when part of your repertoire of prey items include creatures intelligent enough to create a prosperous, intrusive civilization, I have to be sure they aren’t carrying something that could spell trouble for me. I have to admit, though, the monster hunters who slowly realize that iron doesn’t do shit to me have the most priceless expressions.”

“More or less, I’m afraid!” Nezumi laughed, his fingers waggling in an imitation of wings. “Beautiful, winged creatures of a devious nature. Sometimes they take the form of a human, others more that of an insect or some other beast. You’re something of a bastardization of the stories. Nothing parents would wish to tell their children about at night. Why -- humans are far worse than anything from the old tales and you...I don’t doubt that you could pass for just that if you wanted to.” 

Nezumi might have made that mistake himself if not for his instincts. The claws and teeth certainly helped him make that distinction. And that tongue. Nezumi’s eyes were drawn to it but he made no show that it surprised him. It did. “I’m glad to hear that. Truly. I’d hate to make an enemy of you. Particularly when we have no cause for animosity.” Their nature was cause alone but they were both creatures of rational minds it seemed.

Nezumi’s smile wasn’t so bright. He didn’t trust humans, didn’t want to be any closer to them than he had to but those who made light of their deaths had never sat well with him. Life was a precious thing. It was something he had fought for all his life. Food or not, some form of respect had to remain for those who had fallen, for those who had become prey. Then again, he could not discount the fact that there were those who hunted Bjorn and those like him. Grey area, indeed...

WOW!!  I’m absolutely stunned by the fact that I currently have 300+ followers, especially since I know my activity isn’t exactly stellar.  But thankyou all so much for sticking with me despite it all! <3

Honestly, when I restarted this blog, I didn’t really expect it to go anywhere at all and I was so nervous about getting back into the Merlin rp community as well as the other fandom rp communities that I dabble in like OUAT and GoT.  But I’ve been welcomed with open arms and have made some really wonderful friends I can’t imagine never having met.

This is the first follow forever I’ve done on this account and honestly, I feel like it’s so overdue.  I want to recognize ALL of you!!  Below, though, are some of the people who have helped make me so incredibly at home here on this blog as well as some of the people I stalk from a distance like a crazy person (heavybreathing.exe).  I’ve tried to get everybody, but if I have missed you, I am SO sorry.  It absolutely doesn’t mean I love you or appreciate you any less, it literally just means that I’m an airhead. =P I love yOU ALL SO MUCH.

I haven’t had enough time lately to make a 200+ or a 300+ or even a 400+ banner lately so I’m here to announce that hey ! We made it to 500 + ! ( well 510 to say ) and I really appreciate a lot of you doing a ton of threads with me & letting me invade your inboxes and whatnot ! So I’m just really happy that I’ve met and talked with a ton of you and I really hope that I meet a lot of the people that just followed me in the future, be p rad tbh! 

Send me “Care to join me?” and I’ll generate a number and my character will react to yours asking them to join them in…

1. (slightly NSFW) A bubble bath

This was certainly well prepared. The soap was sweet was smelling and the warm water looked inviting but…

“So cold. I don’t know what I have to give, but you don’t have to put it that way. I just wanted to be able to do something for you. Why must you always act as if we’re just strangers helping each others out? Aren’t we at least friends? Do you really feel the need to act like you hadn’t given me your everything already? I might be giving  something back that I don’t know of, but other than sharing body heat at night under your blankets, I don’t think I have done much. I saved your life once but you save my life everyday in here.’’ 

He was offended and it showed with how his cheeks reddened and his expression turned into a scowl. Even the meal he had prepared for Nezumi was almost ignored by the raven. This evening was proving to be a failure from the start. Maybe he should just try to move out of Nezumi’s place and stop depending on him, but at the same time, he didn’t want to do that. He loved Nezumi and he knew it, the thought of being away from him enough to make his heart tighten and ache. He didn’t want to be alone, but even less if it meant being without the raven.

’‘Alright, I’ll stop asking.’’

Nezumi licked his fingers clean as he watched Shion, noting the way his skin took on a brilliant shade of red in his anger. It took all he had to not laugh at the boy. He was truly upset, Nezumi could see, but he looked like a pouting child. It was almost endearing, though. It was good to see that Shion could still get angry. Even if he was the source of the boy’s anger, he was glad that Shion was able to muster up such things. It made him different, so much more than the seemingly unfeeling citizens of No. 6. 

“You should make an inventory of your skills before you make an offer of them.” What did he want that was Shion’s? What could he possibly want more than what he already had? Nezumi made no reply to the questions Shion had posed until the boy returned to sit on the bed. He settled his plate on the nightstand, listening to the sounds of the springs in the old mattress as the two of them shifted. 

His thoughts were a string of Shion’s words, his questions and the angry tone of his voice. The next moment he sprang at Shion, giving no warning as he attempted to tackle the boy, to take hold of him by the throat and squeeze lightly against the pressure point there to immobilize him. His gaze was cool, his grey eyes bored into Shion’s. “A burden?” He snarled. The next time he spoke his voice was entirely under control. “Is that what you think? Why now, then? Why now have you chosen to offer this to me? Are you this much of a fool? Has this bothered you all of this time?”

Nezumi could not understand why. There was so much more to worry oneself with. “We are strangers, Shion. You know nothing about me and I know little of you.” It frightened him just how little he knew of Shion. He could fathom so much but not this boy. Shion was an unknowable force, a pit of darkness that pulled and clung to Nezumi as he crept closer. It was getting harder and harder to escape. “I don’t need your books, your desserts, or your money! Have you considered that I’m content with only your warmth? Have you thought for one moment that I have what I need?” 

He was content with what he had. It was not ideal but while he formulated his plans the underground library suited him just fine. He had enough food to keep him alive, more books that most saw in their lives, his mice, his talents, and Shion. Had he come to enjoy Shion’s company? In fact now it was hard to imagine like without the boy. It should come someday...Once this entire thing was over. For now he had Shion, a thing that terrified him wholly though he could not think to ridding himself of his company. Not yet. Not yet. 

Open your eyes, Shion! Don’t you see? You’re useful to me. You’ll be useful to us all. Our lives depend on you. Our lives, your own, Safu’s, mine! Without you we will all perish beneath the storm that rises to swallow us all.

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