I just want to sleep.
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Answer: SOML and SMG (that decision was one of the hardest ones I had to make)
Enjoy it yeah?
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~Niall~
This boy will be the death of me.
I’ve decided it’s already official- Harry will be the death of me- and I didn’t mind it one bit. Not that I would actually admit it to anyone but Bane, and even then I wouldn’t admit it to her but she could read me like an open book. There was no way I could hide it from her.
I quietly watched Harry sleep on my chest- he passed out not much longer after confessing he liked my eyes- the fire dancing across his skin making him look like something angelic. His face was peaceful, calm- it always is when he sleeps, not that I watch him often- the fire dancing across his skin leaving an orange glow that blended perfectly with his tanned skin. His hair was a disaster, curls all over the place- they usually end up in my mouth at least once a night- mused and tangled but he still looked beautiful. Light snores escaped his slightly agape mouth; a small trail of drool began to make its way down his face. I knew I would end up with yet another drool stain on my shirt that I’ll have to wash out with some water, but I couldn’t really care less. It was a small price to pay. Occasionally a small snort will leave his lips, or he’ll toss and turn and end up elbowing me in the stomach, but he looked perfect to me.
And that may scare me just a little bit. I mean, like any other normal person, I can appreciate something of beauty, but no one and nothing has ever gained this reaction from me. I had never seemed so in awe with someone or something, it was only him and that terrified me. I stumbled upon someone that lit an everlasting fire in me, but what if he wasn’t the one that would stick around? What if he didn’t feel the same? What if he left, taking my heart with him? I couldn’t handle that, and I was terrified of that actually happening.
It’s been a little over a week and already I had these incredibly strong feelings, cravings, thoughts, and urges that just won’t stop. This happiness has just washed over me and I can’t help but fear it. Fear what has caused it, because he’ll be the only one that can rip it away just as easily.
He was bound to leave, I knew he was, I knew he would and I was already trying to protect my heart from that inevitable fact. It’s begging not to be protected; it’s begging not to be hurt. I don’t think Harry can hear its pleas though.
“Sleep.” Bane commanded in a very motherly tone- although I could hear the sleep lacing her voice- and I just smiled because she reminded me of my mother in times like this: she was caring, motherly, put everyone else in front of herself. She protected me, but some pains are inevitable, heartbreak being one of them.
I sighed, one hand running through Harry’s hair, while the other was behind my head cushioning it against the hard ground of the forest. A small pointed rock dug into my skin, but I didn’t mind it when Harry was practically purring with my fingers in his hair. I closed my eyes, listening to the small snores and purrs leaving Harry’s mouth, and the huffs of breath escaping Bane as she slept. There was a light breeze flitting through the air, ruffling the leaves lightly. The crackling of the fire filled the air too, the warmth radiating and sending me into a peaceful slumber.
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I was awoken by the sunlight streaming in through the leaves of the trees, surrounding the whole forest in calming light. Harry still snored lightly on my chest, and Bane was still out like a light, but my back was stiff, and I knew I would have a crick in the neck form the awkward position. I wasn’t complaining though, it was definitely worth it.
But, I did need to go to the bathroom, take a piss, use the loo. All of the above. And Harry’s constant weight on my bladder didn’t do much to help the situation. I shuffled around lightly, twisting and turning so I could roll Harry off of me softly, making sure not to wake or hurt him. Once he was finally off of me, I sighed in short-lived relief, my bladder urging me to remember why I had rolled him off of me in the first place. I quietly stood up, brushing off the dirt and leaves that stuck to me, and the twigs caught in my hair. I pouted slightly, annoyed at all these damn leaves and sticks.
I made sure to stay silent, not needing to wake up Harry or Bane just because I needed to pee. I silently walked further into the forest, humming a small tune in my head and just enjoying the silence. That was until my bladder added to my urgency. I quickly and quietly walked (very, very quickly) until I was a safe enough distance away and at a tree that looked relatively alright. (it looked like the kind of tree one would pee on, like it enjoyed it) I undid my belt, tossing my sword haphazardly behind me as I tried to quickly pull down both my trousers and my underwear so I could release the pressure and let the waterfall flow. Wow that was disgusting. But, nonetheless I finally got them both down and did my business, humming a tune to drown out the sounds of me urinating on a tree.
Poor tree, I’m sorry.
After finishing my business, I quickly pulled up my underwear and trousers, tying them securely and slipping on my belt. I slipped my sword back into its sheath and checked around me to make sure I hadn’t lost anything. Slowly, I made my way back to where we had camped the night before, whistling quietly because I knew Bane would be up by now. She had to be, and if she wasn’t hopefully my whistling will jolt her from her sleep.
Reaching the campsite, I was pleased to find Bane was already gone, safely up in the sky hiding behind the clouds that floated aimlessly but still protected her. But I was shocked to see Harry, awake and looking slightly disoriented, his hands clenched into fists while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He opened his mouth to let out this cute little squeak of a yawn, lips cherry red like he had been kissed, like they always were in the mornings. I had no idea why they were that way; all I knew was that they always- without fail- were bright cherry red in the mornings.
He got up, slightly teetering from side to side while he tried to gain his balance, and keep whatever balance he had while trying to do so. He then walked towards me, his bag slung over his shoulder, mine hanging loosely in his other hand, but Harry was a klutz. Next thing I knew, he was tripping over a small root that was sprouting out of the ground then diving back in. His bag dropped, as did mine, both making small hollow thuds when they hit the ground, and Harry well he went barreling towards the ground. Except, he never made impact, because almost instinctually I caught him, wrapping my arms around his lanky torso, feeling the muscles of his abs flex against my arms.
I smiled down at the boy who was smiling shyly with a dark blush covering his cheeks. I wanted to coo, and say something completely cheesy but I restrained myself. Instead, I gently placed him back on his feet, his toes turning inwards in a sort of pigeon-toed stance. He couldn’t have been cuter, not even if he had tried. Instead of mentioning it, I decided to go and grab our bags, kindly handing him his before I slipped mine over my shoulder- Harry soon followed suit after staring at me for a minute or so.
I grabbed his hand, lacing our fingers together- yes I was completely serious about what I had said about holding his hand, he was a danger to everything, everyone, and himself- shooting him a reassuring, but cautious look, one that he returned with a small gentle nod.
It seemed neither of us really wanted to speak, not wanting to break the calm air around us- like if we had talked then out of nowhere a group of Slayers would find us- as we walked with our laced hands and zipped lips.
“It’s beautiful today.” He mumbled quietly and I nodded, cursing him in my head for ruining the silence but also praising him for gracing me with his smooth as silk voice. I could listen to him speak all day long, every single day and never get tired of hearing it.
Too bad I couldn’t.
It was much like every other day, but the sights were still beautiful nonetheless. I spotted a light brown deer not too far away from us, white dots littering its back. It was a little one, it’s mother grazing a meter or so away from it. It’s legs were thin, and I wondered how it could stand on its own, but it seemed to be doing okay. It leaned down, gracefully eating grass and moss from the nearby trees. And I decided it looked like a Bambi, yeah, that’s what I’ll name it: Bambi. I was quite proud of myself, smiling happily while I thought over the dear and its name. It seemed to fit, so I didn’t really mind the random name that happened to pop into my head when I thought about the dear. It was cute, not nearly as cute as Harry, but cute.
Nothing was as cute as Harry.
We continued to walk through the forest but as time passed, so did more trees and the scenery began to change. I watched as the trees becoming denser, less light filtering in through the leaves, and less animals were out. It seemed like something had scared them away, and I knew this part of the forest was just as lit as the rest of it on a normal day. Somehow, I realized today wasn’t just a normal day. We had walked from a very happy lit forest to a dark, almost dangerous one in a matter of seconds. I could feel Harry tense slightly, his grip on my hand tightening in fear. I decided to not ask, and just squeezed his hand back- albeit not nearly as strongly as he had- as I tugged him into the darker, denser, area.
Maybe today wasn’t really as similar as all the others had been. There was something in the air that was almost electrifying, a shocking kind of- what’s the word- feeling in the air. There was something big going to happen, that I was almost sure of. I just didn’t know if it would be good or bad. I kind of wished that nothing would change, that I could hold Harry’s hand and walk through a light beautiful peaceful forest and not have to worry about what I was walking back to.
Not everything goes my way.
Hope can only take a person so far.
There was a rustling in a large bush not too far away and we both froze, staring paralyzed at the bush. I was sure we were scared for different reasons, but that didn’t change the fact that we were both frozen in fear. Out of the bushes popped an attractive lad, blonde-ish hair and a killer smile. But there was something sadistic about that smile, one that made me want to turn around and run, or pull out my sword and fight. I was debating which choice to take when I was surprised by a honey-like voice speaking.
“Thomas?”
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P.S. Picture of Thomas on the side.
Is Thomas good or bad? (Remember Harry knows both Slayers and Riders)
Did you catch the reference?
Are you noticing the foreshadowing?
I focus on details, so try and remember the small ones (or at least the ones that keep popping up- that includes quotes) what are you noticing?
Drama or no drama?
Are the boys coming in soon? What are their rolls?
Focus on scenery, what do you notice? In what parts does it change? Is it a sign? What does it mean?
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