POV “Dummy.” It was a couple hours past noon, but the scarlet sun was already starting to descend from the orange streaked sky. A young boy with teal undertones running through his tussled dark green hair was splinting the ankle of the girl beside him. Both appeared to be the same age, however their appearances were vastly different. The boy was clothed in traditional Liyuan clothing with a primordial jade spear laying on the ground beside him. On the other hand the girl donned the peasant robes of that only found in unknown far away lands. With a petite stature that contrasted the sturdy one of the boy kneeling beside her; she still held her head up and kept her features arranged in a collected manner, despite being the one tended to. Waist-length stark white hair with a red streak running through it stood out against her pale skin and drab clothing. Ruby eyes gleamed from beneath her snowy bangs, coal-black lashes curling like the edges of a sword. The boy wore a placid expression, but his brow was knit ever so slightly in concentration, immersed in his task. “Why do you help me?” She asked finally after some time. Without pausing from his task, the boy answered, “Why not?” She cocked her head, confused. “Everyone tends to stay away from me.” “Why do you think that is?” “Because I’m different.” He paused. “Well, what makes you so different?” “I’m not from here.” she looked down at her lap and gripped the hem of her kimono so tightly, her knuckles started to turn white. “I talk different from the rest of the us. I look different. And I’m weaker than-“ “Wrong.” Taken aback, her ruby eyes widened. Too scared to look him directly in the eye, she instead focused her gaze at the ground in front of her. He had leaned back to look over his handiwork, finished with her splint. Her leg was neatly wrapped and though the pain was still there, it had softened to weak ebb. “Look at me.” She shook her head, and tried to stand up only to have a striking pain shoot up her leg. The snowy-haired girl yelped and fell towards the ground. Her eyes squeezed shut, muscles tense, bracing for impact-only to fall gently into the comfortable arms of the boy, who somehow magically materialized behind her. A voice whispered softly in her ear. “I said, ‘look at me.’” Slowly, she removed her hands from her face and turned to gaze at his. Why had she never stopped to look at him so? It was as if seeing him for the first time. His eyes were so striking against his pale skin, warm amber orbs that she could easily fall into and never come back out. How could a person look so serious, and yet also be...so soft, and gentle. “You may not be the same as the rest of us.” He gazed at me straight in the eye, his abysmal eyes never unwavering. He set her down on the ground gently. “No, you are not the same...however, you breathe through lungs and your heart beats,” he placed a hand on her heart. “You fight, you feel, you speak, you bleed.” He grasped both of her hands and turned them palm up to reveal the still bleeding blisters and cuts that decorated her hands. Hot tears were rising and the girl blinked to try and keep them away. “You cry.” His hand rose up to stroke the sensitive skin beside her left eye. “You fight harder than any of us here.” The girl opened her mouth about to speak, then closed it. She had nothing to say. He sat down on the patch of grass beside her, scooting closer. “Though, I know not of where you come from, and of how you came...I know that you deserve to be here just as much as the rest of us. Maybe even more. You’ve earned it.” Her eyes squeezed tightly now, in an attempt to stem the flow of tears threatening to burst from behind her lids. But even she knew it was no use. As if knowing this too, the boy came closer. Warmth enveloped her. His arms closed around in a tight but gentle embrace. She leaned into him, welcoming the hug. All barriers that she’d thought she’d had before, crumbled. She felt protected...safe. “I don’t even know where I came from.” she whispered softly, barely audible, and so quiet that she doesn’t think that even the air could’ve heard her. But somehow he did “Everything is going to be okay. I’ll make sure of it.” He pulled her closer and said softly, “I promise.” They sat there, his arms wrapped around her, rubbing her back soothingly as she wept into his shoulder. Thinking back to her past battles, she hadn’t known what she was fighting for before. Let alone if she had been fighting for anything at all. Her strength was drained, and she was exhausted. Despite her act of being strong, untouchable, and feisty, though these qualities made up some of her personality, none were true now. She had no knowledge of where she came from, no memory at all. Keeping this act up was hard, and she was tired. So. Very. Tired. If she didn’t have anything to fight for before...she knew now. To stay here. With him. It was this, that she would fight for. To remain like this. From then on.
My oc pov! ^.^ Midas looked over at his friend, smiling and leaning his head on him. Xiao only pat his head and looked at the sky. “I hate you.” “Mhm, sure.” The two sat in silence, comfortable in each other’s company. Midas held his hand, rubbing his knuckles, to which Xiao only hummed. They had been friends for thousands of years and Xiao couldn’t be happier with him, closing his eyes, leaning his head on Midas’ to which the other bird chirped, Xiao responding with a tired chirp. “Rest.” “don’t tell me what to do.”
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POV
“Dummy.”
It was a couple hours past noon, but the scarlet sun was already starting to descend from the orange streaked sky. A young boy with teal undertones running through his tussled dark green hair was splinting the ankle of the girl beside him. Both appeared to be the same age, however their appearances were vastly different. The boy was clothed in traditional Liyuan clothing with a primordial jade spear laying on the ground beside him. On the other hand the girl donned the peasant robes of that only found in unknown far away lands. With a petite stature that contrasted the sturdy one of the boy kneeling beside her; she still held her head up and kept her features arranged in a collected manner, despite being the one tended to. Waist-length stark white hair with a red streak running through it stood out against her pale skin and drab clothing. Ruby eyes gleamed from beneath her snowy bangs, coal-black lashes curling like the edges of a sword. The boy wore a placid expression, but his brow was knit ever so slightly in concentration, immersed in his task.
“Why do you help me?” She asked finally after some time.
Without pausing from his task, the boy answered, “Why not?”
She cocked her head, confused. “Everyone tends to stay away from me.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Because I’m different.”
He paused.
“Well, what makes you so different?”
“I’m not from here.” she looked down at her lap and gripped the hem of her kimono so tightly, her knuckles started to turn white. “I talk different from the rest of the us. I look different. And I’m weaker than-“
“Wrong.”
Taken aback, her ruby eyes widened. Too scared to look him directly in the eye, she instead focused her gaze at the ground in front of her. He had leaned back to look over his handiwork, finished with her splint. Her leg was neatly wrapped and though the pain was still there, it had softened to weak ebb.
“Look at me.”
She shook her head, and tried to stand up only to have a striking pain shoot up her leg. The snowy-haired girl yelped and fell towards the ground. Her eyes squeezed shut, muscles tense, bracing for impact-only to fall gently into the comfortable arms of the boy, who somehow magically materialized behind her. A voice whispered softly in her ear. “I said, ‘look at me.’” Slowly, she removed her hands from her face and turned to gaze at his. Why had she never stopped to look at him so? It was as if seeing him for the first time. His eyes were so striking against his pale skin, warm amber orbs that she could easily fall into and never come back out. How could a person look so serious, and yet also be...so soft, and gentle.
“You may not be the same as the rest of us.” He gazed at me straight in the eye, his abysmal eyes never unwavering. He set her down on the ground gently.
“No, you are not the same...however, you breathe through lungs and your heart beats,” he placed a hand on her heart. “You fight, you feel, you speak, you bleed.” He grasped both of her hands and turned them palm up to reveal the still bleeding blisters and cuts that decorated her hands. Hot tears were rising and the girl blinked to try and keep them away.
“You cry.”
His hand rose up to stroke the sensitive skin beside her left eye. “You fight harder than any of us here.” The girl opened her mouth about to speak, then closed it. She had nothing to say.
He sat down on the patch of grass beside her, scooting closer. “Though, I know not of where you come from, and of how you came...I know that you deserve to be here just as much as the rest of us. Maybe even more. You’ve earned it.”
Her eyes squeezed tightly now, in an attempt to stem the flow of tears threatening to burst from behind her lids. But even she knew it was no use. As if knowing this too, the boy came closer. Warmth enveloped her. His arms closed around in a tight but gentle embrace. She leaned into him, welcoming the hug. All barriers that she’d thought she’d had before, crumbled. She felt protected...safe.
“I don’t even know where I came from.” she whispered softly, barely audible, and so quiet that she doesn’t think that even the air could’ve heard her. But somehow he did
“Everything is going to be okay. I’ll make sure of it.” He pulled her closer and said softly, “I promise.”
They sat there, his arms wrapped around her, rubbing her back soothingly as she wept into his shoulder. Thinking back to her past battles, she hadn’t known what she was fighting for before. Let alone if she had been fighting for anything at all. Her strength was drained, and she was exhausted. Despite her act of being strong, untouchable, and feisty, though these qualities made up some of her personality, none were true now. She had no knowledge of where she came from, no memory at all. Keeping this act up was hard, and she was tired.
So.
Very.
Tired.
If she didn’t have anything to fight for before...she knew now. To stay here. With him. It was this, that she would fight for. To remain like this. From then on.
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My oc pov! ^.^
Midas looked over at his friend, smiling and leaning his head on him. Xiao only pat his head and looked at the sky. “I hate you.” “Mhm, sure.” The two sat in silence, comfortable in each other’s company. Midas held his hand, rubbing his knuckles, to which Xiao only hummed. They had been friends for thousands of years and Xiao couldn’t be happier with him, closing his eyes, leaning his head on Midas’ to which the other bird chirped, Xiao responding with a tired chirp. “Rest.” “don’t tell me what to do.”
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