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Last Updated: Friday, Feb 9th, 2024. Ahem. So, now we have a form. If you wish to have something written for you, please fill out this form and post it. Very simple, yes? Yes. Good. All are optional to fill out, obviously. It'd be awesome to have more interactions here :') please Characters may be mine or yours, if it's yours please link who it is. I'll need info like personality, appearance, etc. Title is just for me to do less thinking but I'll make one up if ya like. Form: Quote: Genre: Characters: Title: ~ The Hill Incident. The night air was crisp, and the city's heartbeat echoed through the dimly lit streets. Aeliyx, adorned in his signature black sleeveless turtleneck and faded jeans, strolled through the shadows with an air of confidence. His silver chains jingled softly as he walked, and the twisted willow tree necklace glinted in the moonlight. Unknown to Aeliyx, Raedier, the enigmatic assassin known as Leto in public, trailed him with the expertise of a shadow. Dressed in sleek, all-black attire that seemed to merge seamlessly with the night, Raedier's every step was silent, his movements calculated. Aeliyx, with his uncanny ability to read situations, sensed the presence behind him but remained unfazed. He continued his stroll, occasionally glancing over his shoulder, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Raedier, usually calm and composed, felt a twinge of frustration. He had been tasked by his secretive employers to apprehend Aeliyx for reasons undisclosed. The chase continued, with Aeliyx leading Raedier through narrow alleys and deserted streets. As they approached a steep hill, Aeliyx decided to play a game. He quickened his pace, inviting Raedier to pursue him. The city lights flickered below as they ascended the incline, a dance between pursuer and pursued. Aeliyx, with his pulse quickening, suddenly veered to the side, causing Raedier to lose balance for a split second. Sensing an opportunity, Aeliyx darted down the hill with the agility of a nocturnal predator. Raedier, determined not to let his target slip away, pursued him down the slope. However, the sleekness of his all-black attire betrayed him on the uneven terrain. In a comical turn of events, Raedier stumbled and tumbled down the hill, his attempt at grace replaced by a series of embarrassing somersaults. Aeliyx, looking back at the scene unfolding, couldn't help but burst into laughter. Raedier, now covered in dirt and leaves, attempted to regain his composure. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Raedier's green eyes conveyed a mix of determination and mild embarrassment. Aeliyx, wiping away tears of laughter, extended a hand to help Raedier up. "You know, Leto, you might want to work on your hill-rolling technique." Raedier, his usually calm demeanor momentarily shattered, cracked a sheepish smile. "I suppose stealthy hill descents aren't in the assassin's handbook." From that moment on, the tension between them dissolved into laughter. Aeliyx, seeing a different side of Raedier, decided to let him in on a secret. "You can call me Elixar, Leto. No need for the formalities." Raedier, still brushing dirt off his attire, nodded appreciatively. "And you can drop the Leto, just call me Raedier." As they walked away from the hill, new bonds forged in the shared experience of an embarrassing tumble, Aeliyx and Raedier realized that sometimes, even in the world of shadows and secrets, laughter could be the strongest tie of all. |
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Moonlit Camaraderie. The moon cast its silvery glow over the city as Aeliyx darted through the labyrinthine streets, the rhythmic tapping of his boots echoing through the night. Raedier, the elusive assassin, pursued him with a persistence born out of multiple failed attempts. The chase had become a clandestine dance between shadows, each move calculated, and every pursuit more intense than the last. This particular night marked the fourth encounter between Aeliyx and Raedier, and tension hung thick in the air. Aeliyx, ever the master of misdirection, led Raedier through a maze of alleyways and rooftops, his lithe form a shadowy figure against the cityscape. Raedier, determined to catch his elusive target, followed with the silent grace of a panther. As they navigated the urban jungle, Aeliyx decided to test the waters. He deftly scaled a fire escape and leaped from rooftop to rooftop, taunting Raedier to keep up. The night breeze whispered through the city, carrying with it the thrill of the chase. Raedier, agile and determined, pursued Aeliyx across the rooftops. The gap between them narrowed, and Raedier's confidence surged. Victory seemed imminent. However, fate had other plans. Aeliyx, always attuned to the environment, spotted a loose shingle on the rooftop ahead. With a sly grin, he leaped over the obstacle, leaving it for Raedier to discover. Unaware, Raedier planted his foot on the precarious shingle, and in a moment that seemed to stretch for an eternity, he lost his balance. Aeliyx watched with a mix of amusement and surprise as Raedier flailed for a moment, desperately trying to regain his footing. However, the laws of gravity prevailed, and with an undignified yelp, Raedier tumbled from the rooftop, landing in a heap below. The city held its breath for a moment as Aeliyx peered over the edge. Raedier, sprawled on the ground, looked up with a sheepish grin. To Aeliyx's surprise, the assassin seemed entirely unfazed by the embarrassing spectacle. "Well, that was unexpected," Raedier remarked, brushing dirt off his sleek attire as he rose to his feet. He flashed a confident smile, as if the whole incident had been part of a grand performance. Aeliyx chuckled, impressed by Raedier's ability to play off the embarrassing moment. "You really know how to make an entrance, Leto." "Always keeping things interesting," Raedier replied, adjusting his gloves with an air of nonchalance. Deciding it was time to reveal more of himself to his pursuer, Aeliyx extended a hand. "I assume you already know my name, but we should find a second name so nobody knows I'm here. Elixar sound okay?" Raedier grinned, accepting the handshake. "Sure! Same for me. Leto should be a code name for me, but Raedier is my actual name... if you didn't know already." The two exchanged knowing glances, realizing that beneath the chase and the secrecy, a connection had formed. Aeliyx led Raedier away from the rooftop, guiding him to a secluded part of the city where the shadows danced more discreetly. In the hidden alcove, Aeliyx and Raedier donned masks that concealed their identities. The masks, transformed them into enigmatic figures, leaving behind any traces of their true selves. The cityscape stretched before them as they walked side by side, the masks hiding the smiles that played on their lips. The tension of the chase had given way to a camaraderie forged through unexpected twists and shared secrets. "So, Leto, tell me about the people you work for," Aeliyx inquired, the anonymity of the masks giving them the freedom to delve into the intricacies of their lives. Raedier, his mask concealing the hint of sadness in his eyes, began to share the story of the organization that employed him. As the night unfolded, Aeliyx and Raedier discovered a unique bond, transcending the boundaries of their clandestine pursuits. In the depths of the night, they walked as shadows, two figures hidden behind masks, their laughter echoing through the silent streets. The city embraced the enigma of Elixar and Leto, a duo born from the dance of shadows and the art of deception. |
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This one is a bit lacking in my opinion.. here ya go. ~ Threads of Trust The night hung heavy with the weight of secrets, the urban labyrinth their silent witness. Raedier, known to Aeliyx as Leto, stood on the rooftop, a hesitant tension in the air. Aeliyx, with his uncanny ability to read situations and emotions, could sense the turmoil within Leto. The city below, a canvas of distant dreams and whispered rumors, seemed to hold its breath. Aeliyx, the introverted soul with a paradoxical yearning for large crowds, stood beside Leto. His few friends remained hidden, a testament to his desire for anonymity. Yet, in the quiet moments between shadows, Aeliyx's empathetic nature shone through, a beacon for those in need. To the world, he appeared rough and unapproachable, a facade that masked the caring heart beneath. The rumors on the street spoke of Aeliyx's kindness and empathy, a stark contrast to the exterior he presented. If he granted you the chance to be his friend, you were privy to the enigma that was Aeliyx. And if you earned his trust, he might introduce you to Raedier, the person who held the key to the labyrinth of his heart. Raedier, outwardly calm and responsible, carried the weight of a past that cast shadows on his tranquility. As he stood on the rooftop, a flicker of vulnerability danced in his eyes. Since the loss of his brother, an inward sadness had settled within him, a quiet storm he navigated with the solace of their friendship. Tonight, however, the storm within Raedier threatened to break loose. He turned to Aeliyx, uncertainty etched on his face. "Elixar," he began, the weight of unspoken confessions heavy in the air. "There's something I need to tell you." Aeliyx's piercing gaze met Leto's, the unspoken understanding between them resonating. "Tell me, Leto. We face it together." Raedier took a deep breath, his facade of calm cracking. "I work for an organization that seeks to capture you," he confessed, his voice a whisper in the night. Aeliyx's eyes narrowed, a mixture of betrayal and comprehension flickering within. "Leto, you've been playing both sides?" "I never wanted to hurt you," Raedier pleaded, his green eyes searching Aeliyx's for a glimmer of forgiveness. The rooftop seemed to hold its breath, the city below unaware of the fracture in their friendship. Aeliyx, wrestling with the ache of betrayal, considered the man before him. The rumors of Leto's kindness clashed with the revelation, leaving Aeliyx torn between the friend he thought he knew and the enemy he was meant to be. "How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy," Aeliyx uttered, the words heavy with the bitter taste of truth. For a moment, silence hung between them, a fragile bridge suspended over the chasm of conflicting loyalties. Aeliyx, despite the revelation, felt the echoes of their connection resonating within. "You chose your path, Leto. Now, we face the consequences." As the nights unfolded, Aeliyx grappled with the turmoil of emotions that surged within him. The rumors on the street whispered of betrayal, but his empathetic heart struggled to dismiss the kindness he had witnessed in Leto. The city became a maze of uncertainties, the shadows deeper than ever before. Raedier, burdened by the weight of his confession, sought solace in the familiarity of their rooftop meetings. The inward sadness he carried grew, but Aeliyx's presence provided a flicker of light in the darkness. Together, they faced the consequences of choices made in the quiet of the night. In the end, as the city slept beneath the shroud of secrets, Aeliyx and Raedier stood on the rooftop once more. The willow tree pendants around their necks swayed in the breeze, mirroring the dance of a friendship that had weathered the storms of betrayal. "How can I miss you? You're really just my enemy," Aeliyx repeated, the words a reminder of the fractures and healing that had marked their journey. Raedier, still lost in his inward sadness, met Aeliyx's gaze. The enigma of their friendship persisted, a testament to the resilience of bonds forged in the labyrinth of shadows. |
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Uhm.. so one of my friends complained a small bit about how most(almost all) cowboy stories are related to romance and "why can't it be a normal event of someone stealing his cows?" that's a shortened version of their quote..uh. Here.. ^^" ~ Rustlers' Moon The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across Ravenwood Pastures. Nathan Wilde, a seasoned cowboy with a face carved by the harsh winds of the frontier, scanned the vast expanse of his land. The day had been a hard one, rounding up strays and mending fences, but Nathan felt a sense of satisfaction in the quietude that enveloped his homestead. As the first stars blinked into existence above, Nathan decided to check on his herd before settling down for the night. He swung himself onto his trusty horse, Dusty, and rode out towards the grazing lands. The rhythmic clatter of hooves on dirt accompanied the gentle rustle of leaves as a cool breeze swept through the prairie. Ravenwood Pastures sprawled under the watchful gaze of the moon, a tranquil haven Nathan had worked tirelessly to establish. He prided himself on the quality of his herd, a testament to years of dedication. But tonight, beneath the silvery glow of the moon, a sinister plot unfolded. Approaching the edge of the pasture, Nathan's eyes widened as he noticed a gap in the fence. Panic flickered across his weathered face as he spurred Dusty forward. In the dim light, the truth became painfully clear – someone had rustled his cattle. A low growl escaped Nathan's throat as he surveyed the scene. The tracks of the rustlers were unmistakable, leading away from the broken fence. Determination etched lines into his features as he set his jaw, vowing to recover what was rightfully his. Guiding Dusty with an effortless mastery, Nathan followed the trail through the moonlit plains. The night air was filled with the distant howls of coyotes, an eerie backdrop to the silent pursuit of justice. He knew every inch of Ravenwood Pastures, every rise and dip in the landscape, and he used that knowledge to close in on the thieves. After hours of relentless tracking, Nathan spotted the stolen cattle corralled in a makeshift pen. The rustlers, mere shadows in the darkness, were oblivious to the storm that approached. The moon bore witness to Nathan's steely gaze as he dismounted, a lariat in hand. Silent as the wind, Nathan crept toward the pen. With the precision of a masterful cowboy, he expertly twirled the lariat, ready to reclaim what was rightfully his. The first loop sailed through the air, snaking around a rustler's ankle. Panic spread among the thieves as they fumbled to react. The subsequent moments were a whirlwind of action as Nathan skillfully subdued the rustlers, retrieving his cattle with a quiet determination. He bound the thieves and left them under the watchful eye of the moon, a stern warning to any who dared encroach on Ravenwood Pastures. As Nathan guided his recovered herd back to the pasture, a sense of accomplishment settled over him. The night had been a testament to his resilience and the bond he shared with the land. Dusty carried him through the moonlit landscape, back to the broken fence he'd repair come morning. No words were needed between cowboy and horse, their understanding unspoken as they rode through the quiet plains, the stolen cattle now safely at their side. Nathan Wilde, a guardian of Ravenwood Pastures, had reclaimed his territory beneath the vast expanse of the star-strewn sky. |
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Uh yeah.. felt like writing a short bit about my felines.They're also the ones in my avatar. (Smudge is the taller one, they're both about the same size though) Enjoy? People seem to like my writing- ~ The Origin of Shadows: Smudge and Aurelian's Tale in the Violet Fox Woodlands In the heart of the Violet Fox Woodlands, where shadows danced among the ancient trees, lived two extraordinary felines—Smudge and Aurelian Gloom. Fate had woven their paths together, creating a bond that transcended the boundaries of their solitary lives. Smudge, the majestic black and gold male cat, was a striking combination of Bengal and Maine Coon heritage. His long and luxurious fur showcased a stunning blend of colors, with sleek black interspersed with dark golden rosettes that were meticulously arranged across his body. His eyes, a captivating shade of vibrant green, gleamed with curiosity and a hint of mischief. On the other side of the forest, Aurelian Gloom, a Persian gold and black mixed with a Bombay cat, had once been a rogue, wandering through the shadows with a mysterious air. His front legs were a solid stone grey, adorned with lighter grey markings, while his back legs exhibited a rich mahogany hue with striking merlot markings. Aurelian's eyes were captivating—one a luminous light green, the other emanating a vibrant red glow. A mane of flowing black fur framed his regal face, and vines adorned each of his front legs, adding to the intricacy of his design. Their paths crossed one fateful evening when Smudge, drawn by an unseen force, found himself in the territory where Aurelian roamed. Aurelian, intrigued by the majestic aura of the Bengal-Maine Coon mix, cautiously approached the stranger. The Violet Fox Woodlands seemed to hold its breath as the two cats locked eyes, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between them. Aurelian, with his rogue past, shared tales of the shadows, the mysteries of the night, and the untamed freedom of a loner. Smudge, in turn, spoke of the beauty of a life lived in solitude, the secrets of the Violet Fox Woodlands, and the joy of being true to oneself. As the days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, Smudge and Aurelian became inseparable. They roamed the forest together, chasing fireflies and sharing the enchanting silence of the ancient trees. Smudge's regal charm complemented Aurelian's air of mystery, creating a bond that went beyond words. However, destiny had different plans for Aurelian. One day, a messenger from his half-sister's clan appeared, requesting his presence. Duty called, and though reluctant, Aurelian knew he had to return to the life he had left behind. The day of parting arrived, the Violet Fox Woodlands adorned in hues of sunset. On a tall rock, overlooking the expanse of their shared adventures, Smudge and Aurelian touched noses. The silent understanding that had sparked between them had grown into a friendship that would last forever. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow upon the two friends, Aurelian glanced back at Smudge with a promise in his eyes. With one last lingering touch of noses, Aurelian ventured towards his destiny, leaving Smudge to continue his solitary journey through the violet-hued realms. The Violet Fox Woodlands echoed with the memories of their adventures, and as night embraced the land, Smudge gazed at the horizon, knowing that no matter how far apart their paths may lead, the bond they forged would endure, forever etched in the shadows and echoes of the Violet Fox Woodlands. |
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This is Chapter one of two. ~ The Night Before Christmas The quiet town of Alfer was blanketed in snow, and the air was filled with a serene stillness that only the night before Christmas could bring. Aeliyx's cozy home nestled on the outskirts of town was adorned with twinkling lights and a festive wreath on the door. Inside, the warm glow of the fireplace cast a flickering dance of shadows on the walls. Raedier, bundled up in his winter coat and scarf, knocked on Aeliyx's door. Aeliyx, dressed in his usual rough attire, opened the door with a subtle smile. "Hey, Raedier! Merry Christmas Eve," Aeliyx greeted, his gravelly voice carrying a hint of warmth. "Merry Christmas Eve, Aeliyx!" Raedier replied, stepping inside and brushing off the snow from his boots. "Your place looks amazing. You really know how to get into the Christmas spirit." Aeliyx shrugged nonchalantly, "Eh, it's just decorations. Come on, make yourself at home. The couch is pretty comfy." As they settled in, Aeliyx handed Raedier a steaming mug of hot cocoa, adorned with marshmallows. They chatted about work, the town, and the upcoming holiday festivities. Raedier couldn't contain his excitement. "Do you think we could open one present tonight, just one?" Raedier asked with a hopeful grin. Aeliyx chuckled, "You're worse than a kid sometimes, you know that? Fine, just one. But only because it's you." Raedier's eyes sparkled with delight as he eagerly grabbed a small box from under the tree. Aeliyx watched as Raedier tore through the wrapping paper with the finesse of a child on Christmas morning. Inside was a beautifully crafted pocket watch. "Wow, Aeliyx, this is incredible! Thank you so much," Raedier exclaimed, holding the watch with a mixture of awe and gratitude. Aeliyx nodded, a rare softness in his eyes, "I figured it's about time you got yourself a decent watch. Now, let's get some sleep. Christmas morning is just a few hours away." |
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Alrighty, here's part 2 <3 80HD I can only give you so much, you need a cool down Also, whoever reads these and wants more.. PM me two characters (don't have to be related at all) and I'll write them! You can provide a genre (love, betrayal, etc.) if you want a few chapters (up to 10, depending). Characters can be found in my blog <3 ~ Christmas Morning The morning sun crept through the curtains, gently waking Aeliyx from his slumber. He yawned and stretched, feeling the warmth of the blankets around him. Raedier, however, was already up and about, humming a cheerful tune in the kitchen. Aeliyx ambled into the living room, still half-asleep, to find Raedier arranging a plate of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. "Good morning, Aeliyx! Merry Christmas!" Raedier beamed, his usual calm demeanor replaced by infectious joy. "Merry Christmas," Aeliyx mumbled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Raedier handed Aeliyx a plate with a cinnamon roll, "Come on, join me! These are the best ones I've ever made." As they enjoyed their Christmas breakfast, Raedier couldn't help but share his excitement. "I love Christmas morning. It's like the whole world is a little brighter, you know?" Aeliyx nodded, taking a sip of his coffee, "Yeah, it's not bad." Raedier chuckled, "You need to get into the spirit more, my friend. It's the season of joy and all that." Aeliyx smirked, "I'll leave the joy to you. I'm more of a silent observer." After breakfast, they moved to the tree, and Aeliyx handed Raedier a neatly wrapped present. "For me?" Raedier asked, surprised. Aeliyx shrugged, "Well, it is Christmas, isn't it? Go on, open it." Raedier tore through the paper to reveal a leather-bound journal. Aeliyx explained, "I figured you might want a place to jot down your thoughts. You know, to help with the whole 'lost' thing." Raedier's eyes softened, touched by the thoughtful gesture. "Thanks, Aeliyx. I really appreciate it." As the day unfolded, Raedier's infectious enthusiasm gradually warmed Aeliyx's usually reserved demeanor. They exchanged stories, shared laughter, and enjoyed the simplicity of each other's company. |
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This is written for 80HD, featuring these characters: This is a romance between them, I'm not good at romance so.. I'll do my best <3 This is 5 chapters, so expect this to be what get's posted here for the next three days. It'll be spaced out. Be warned 80HD, i haven't slept today and you might have to get chapter 2 tomorrow. Dunno. ~ Chapter One A Serendipitous Connection Everwood, bathed in the warm palette of autumn, cradled the quiet town where Maethyeiw led a life of solitude. His golden curls peeked from under a familiar beanie, and his emerald-green eyes observed the world with a distant gaze as he navigated the routines of his dual roles—one as a cook at a cozy restaurant, the other as a part-time caretaker for the elderly. In the heart of this idyllic town, Maethyeiw found himself drawn to the inviting embrace of a quaint coffee shop. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered, providing a momentary refuge from the storms within. It was here, in this unassuming coffee shop, that Maethyeiw's path unexpectedly intertwined with Ezra's. The enigmatic figure with jet-black hair, clad in an oversized black hoodie and well-worn combat boots, caught Maethyeiw's eye. And in that fleeting moment, two worlds collided. Ezra, an intriguing contrast with ice-blue eyes that held stories untold, felt a magnetic pull toward the quiet individual across the room. With a surge of impulsiveness, Ezra approached Maethyeiw. "Hey, mind if I join you?" Ezra asked, a casual smile playing on his lips. Maethyeiw, slightly taken aback by the unexpected intrusion, gestured to the empty chair with a nod. "Sure, go ahead." The conversation unfolded, starting with trivialities about the weather and meandering into shared interests. As they exchanged stories, Maethyeiw's guarded demeanor began to loosen, and Ezra's resilient, impulsive nature provided an intriguing counterpoint. "Ever been to the park nearby?" Ezra suggested, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I hear it's a good place to kill time." Maethyeiw, appreciating the suggestion, agreed with a nod. "Yeah, sounds like a plan." As they strolled through the park, the crunching leaves beneath their feet echoed the newfound camaraderie. Laughter filled the air as they discovered common ground, their differences weaving a tapestry of connection without the need for immediate disclosures. "Hey, we should do this again sometime," Ezra suggested, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. Maethyeiw, his stoic exterior softening, offered a genuine smile. "Yeah, why not? I could use a friend." And so, in the unlikeliest of places, amid the comforting aroma of coffee and the whispers of autumn leaves, the foundation of an unexpected friendship was laid—a friendship that promised to unfold into something beautiful between two souls finding solace in the randomness of their serendipitous encounter. |
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Chapter two of five. ~ Whispers of Autumn The crisp air of Everwood's park welcomed Maethyeiw and Ezra as they strolled through the trails blanketed in fallen leaves. The trees whispered with the rustle of autumn, setting the scene for a day of unexpected connection. "Isn't it beautiful?" Ezra remarked, his eyes scanning the hues of red and gold that painted the landscape. Maethyeiw, usually reserved, found himself nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it really is." As they wandered, the conversation flowed effortlessly between them, seamlessly weaving through topics like music, movies, and the quirks of their favorite coffee shop. The park became a canvas for their budding friendship, each step revealing more layers of their personalities. Underneath the amber canopy, they found an inviting spot to sit—a wooden bench bathed in dappled sunlight. Ezra leaned back, his black hoodie contrasting against the vibrant backdrop, while Maethyeiw, more at ease than usual, let himself relax into the moment. "So, tell me something interesting about yourself," Ezra probed with a playful glint in his eyes. Maethyeiw chuckled, running a hand through his golden curls. "Well, I'm a terrible cook when I'm not at the restaurant. My attempts at home usually end with something burnt or too salty." Ezra laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet park. "Guess I'll have to stick to your restaurant meals then." As the day unfolded, laughter became the soundtrack to their casual adventure. They shared stories, exchanged anecdotes, and discovered unexpected similarities that wove the fabric of their connection. The park, with its serene surroundings, became a witness to the blossoming camaraderie between two unlikely friends. Leaning against the bench, Ezra tilted his head thoughtfully. "So, what's the weirdest thing you've ever cooked?" Maethyeiw scratched his head, a grin forming. "Hmm, probably an attempt at spaghetti tacos. Let's just say, it sounded better in my head." Ezra burst into laughter. "Spaghetti tacos? That's a bold move. I respect that." As the afternoon wore on, their conversation deepened, delving into dreams, aspirations, and the quirks that defined them. The park seemed to echo with the warmth of their shared moments, the whispers of autumn serving as a gentle backdrop. With a contented sigh, Maethyeiw looked around. "You know, this place is special. I've never really taken the time to appreciate it like this." Ezra nodded, a quiet agreement in his eyes. "Sometimes, we just need someone to share it with." As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow across the landscape, a figure approached Ezra. A fellow adorned in a leather jacket, a subtle air of authority surrounding him, nodded at Ezra. "Boss needs you, Ezra. Time to roll." Ezra glanced at Maethyeiw, a fleeting expression of apology in his eyes. "Duty calls, my friend. Rain check on the rest of the day?" Maethyeiw, understanding the complexities of life, nodded in return. "Sure thing, Ezra. Take care." As Ezra joined his companion, they shared a few quiet words. Maethyeiw couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation—something about a shipment and a meeting. The stranger cast a curious glance at Maethyeiw, leaving him with a sense of unease. "Look, I'll catch up with you later, alright?" Ezra said, patting Maethyeiw on the shoulder. "We've got some business to take care of." Maethyeiw, a bit bewildered, managed a small smile. "Sure thing, Ezra. Stay safe." And with that, Ezra and his companion disappeared into the shadows of the park, leaving Maethyeiw alone with the whispers of autumn. The unspoken promise of more adventures lingered, but so did a newfound curiosity about the complexities that Ezra carried with him—a curiosity that would slowly weave its way into the fabric of their friendship. |
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Chapter three of five <3 I promise the romance is coming just hold on a bit *^* ~ Band-Aids and Banter Everwood, draped in the hues of early morning, stirred as Maethyeiw groggily answered a knock on his door. Rubbing his eyes, he was met with the sight of Ezra, looking worse for wear. Bruised and battered, he leaned heavily against the doorframe. "Hey, Maethyeiw," Ezra mumbled, a wince betraying the pain he tried to conceal. Maethyeiw, now fully awake, widened his eyes in concern. "What happened to you?" Ezra managed a weak smile. "Just a little roughed up, that's all. Can I... crash here for a bit?" Without waiting for an answer, Ezra stumbled into Maethyeiw's small apartment, collapsing onto the couch. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on his weary form. Maethyeiw, torn between worry and curiosity, fetched a first aid kit. "Alright, spill it. What happened?" Ezra winced as he sat up, wincing again. "Gang business. It's nothing serious, just a few scrapes." Maethyeiw, not fully convinced, raised an eyebrow. "Scrapes? You look like you went through a blender." Ezra chuckled weakly. "Yeah, well, sometimes the blender wins." As Maethyeiw began to clean and dress Ezra's wounds, a banter-filled conversation unfolded. Silly jokes and playful jabs filled the air, easing the tension that lingered. The more Maethyeiw poked fun at Ezra's mishaps, the more he saw glimpses of vulnerability behind the tough exterior. "Next time," Maethyeiw teased, "maybe you should consider a different profession. Something safer, like knitting." Ezra chuckled, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Yeah, because yarn-related injuries are much less dangerous." As the morning progressed, Maethyeiw found himself surprisingly adept at the task of patching up wounds. The initial awkwardness gave way to a comfortable camaraderie, their banter becoming a shared language. "I appreciate this, Maethyeiw," Ezra admitted, his gaze softening. "You didn't have to take care of me." Maethyeiw shrugged, a nonchalant smile on his face. "What are friends for, right? Plus, it's good practice for my future career as a medic." Ezra chuckled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "You'd make a great medic, I'm sure." The morning turned into afternoon, and as Ezra's wounds were tended to, a quiet understanding settled between them. They shared stories—of childhood antics, embarrassing moments, and dreams that seemed too big to pursue. The walls that Ezra had carefully built around himself seemed to crumble in the face of Maethyeiw's easygoing nature. As the day unfolded, their conversations delved into more serious matters. The complexities of Ezra's life as the son of a mafia boss became clearer, but Maethyeiw refrained from prying too much. Instead, he offered a listening ear, a safe space for Ezra to unload some of the burdens he carried. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the apartment, Ezra's wounds, both physical and emotional, were tended to. The day had been filled with laughter, banter, and a newfound closeness that transcended the confines of friendship. "Thanks, Maethyeiw," Ezra said, a genuine smile on his face. "You're a good friend." Maethyeiw, feeling a warmth in his chest, simply nodded. "Anytime, Ezra. Friends stick together, right?" As the evening settled in, they found themselves sitting on the couch, surrounded by the quiet hum of the city outside. The whispers of autumn seemed to echo through the room, carrying with them the promise of more shared moments, laughter, and a friendship that continued to evolve—a friendship that, despite the chaos that occasionally visited their lives, felt oddly comforting and right. |
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