[Authorās Notes]= So this is chapter one of a story that involves my ocs Bernard and Andre. I wanted to start off with them since itās who iāve been obsessing over- plus I had just posted it to my instagram today so might as well on tumblr too ^^.
[1]= Panicked First Encounter?
All was well in the flower shop. Bernard was checking in on the flowers that were being displayed; despite it not being as busy as usual, there were still a good amount of customers coming and going. The florist watered the plants that needed it and to the flowers that looked a little dead, he gave a touch of his life magic. It seemed to do the trick in livening them up.
In the back of the shop, where Bernard and his family lived, Sebastien was resting. He came back from a mission that Generos had given him. As of right now the shop was empty, only Bernard and Generos being there to man it; Generos chilling in the corner with a book in his hands and his reading glasses on. He was more so there for moral support, and to help if Bernard ever got too busy with customers.
As the minutes passed by and Bernard went round restocking and checking over things, not much happened. āSebastien,ā Bernard called out to his younger brother as he picked up a big pot that held a flower from the storage closet, ācan you come help me bring this new stock out to the front?ā. Hearing this, the mute got up from his resting position and walked into the storage closet. There he saw Bernard picking up the pot and beginning to walk out.
When Bernard saw him standing there in the doorway, he smiled and pointed in a direction with his left foot. āJust that last big pot thatās on the left. Gotta make sure the store is full for the rest of the day and then tomorrow.ā. Sebastien nodded and then went to grab the pot. Said pot was home to a Babyās breath. Its white flowers seemed to stand out and it really looked lively, thanks to his big brotherās hard work and mana of life. Sebastien picked it up and then left the storage closet, following behind Bernard who still hadnāt put his pot down; he was looking for a suitable spot.
Just as Bernard was gonna walk to the front of the store, somebody walked in. When the Florist looked up he saw a tall wolf demihuman whose skin was a smooth tan. His hair was black and faded out into a minty green as it neared his face, his eyes a light lavender, and his face was adorned with markings of some kind. Bernard stared for a moment and almost as instantly as he actually studied his face, he dropped the flower pot in fear.
There was a loud shattering sound that immediately caught Generosā attention; the once assassin was now on high alert, having put his book down and standing. Sebastien, who was behind Bernard, was surprised and put the pot down; he knew his brother wasnāt that irresponsible with plants so he found it odd to see him drop something so big. Bernard wasnāt aware of the attention heād just attracted.
It was getting difficult to breathe, he was shaking in his place and wasnāt really able to hear anything. The man in front of him looked way too familiar, like someone from the past. He was taking big breaths, shallow. His hands seemed to find their way to his neck as he tried to find comfort in something; anything that could take his mind away from this. His vision crackled in and out.
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Itād been 14 years since he saw his brother taken away and sacrificed, from what he assumed. Heās been stuck in this dungeon all that time, waiting to either be killed or be saved; though at this point death wouldāve been considered salvation to him. As he sat there, eating the small rations of barely nutritional food, not much happened. When the cell door opened, his eyes moved to meet the person who was walking in. It was Padamos, the wolf that Bernard had figured to be the leader of this orphanage. āStand upā, he said in a no nonsense tone.
Over the years, heād learned to listen, so he stood on command. Only to then be grabbed by the hair and dragged out of the cell. It was a relatively long walk up, into one of the sacrificial rooms; it was fitted for rituals to their goddess Andresa. The cultists were all there, dressed in their robes, yet the only thing that kept Bernardās attention were the striking lavender eyes that Padamos had; staring down at him like he was nothing.
Bernard was thrown into the middle of the room where the magic scratches were drawn.
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Sebastien and Generos were at Bernardās side. Sebastien had his hands on Bernās cheeks, holding them and trying to give comfort, trying to get him out of whatever trance he was in. Generos was looking at the man who walked in, analyzing anything that stood out, any clue as to what had set Bernard off into panic. āWho are you?ā, the older man crossed his arms and stood in front of Sebastien and Bernard. He needed to protect the two somehow.
The lavender eyed man, who was staring at Bernard in slight shock, shook his head to get out of his own little trance. He recognized the now panicking man; remembered him from days he wished he could forget better. āAndre,ā. He knew this was a lackluster response, perhaps not exactly what the other wanted to hear, but he couldnāt get into his past. Things would escalate, he knew they would. āI live North of the city.ā, that was all he would say, never revealing much.
Generos furrowed his brows as he studied the markings on the other manās face. They looked familiar, something heād seen in passing while out killing people. Though he couldnāt put his finger on it at the moment. Andre looked uncomfortable and his tail swayed nervously behind him. āI should leaveā, he said as he made his way to the door. As he stepped out of the shop, something slipped out of his pockets; a ring. It was pretty, adorned with a red gem and the metal carved with plantlike markings. Andre didnāt seem to notice and just left, not looking back.
The older man did notice though, going to pick it up before turning to the now more calm pair behind him. Bernard was now passed out, leaning against Sebastienās shoulder. Sebastien was patting his brotherās head and rubbing his back to try and calm him down; it was working.
āSebastien, bring your brother to his room, he needs to rest properly. Iāll close up shop for the day.ā, he ordered the deep teal haired male. To this the mute nodded and carried his brother to the other part of the building where they all made home. On the second level were the bedrooms and farthest down the hall was Bernardās. Seb entered the plant decorated room and found the bed, gently placing his older brother down. He didnāt want to wake him up nor bring him any kind of discomfort.
Downstairs, Generos had cleaned everything up and was now staring at the ring that Andre had accidentally left behind. It seemed to glimmer more than a normal gem; sparkling even when in darkness. For this reason Generos suspected that it had magical properties and he realized that it needed to be put away for the time being. He would have to take time to analyze later. Putting those thoughts away his mind wandered back to Bernard and Andre. He couldnāt understand what caused such a strong reaction from the usually calm and cheerful Bernard. Having taken care of the kid for a few years now, he knew this was out of the ordinary.
Even when the 27 year old had just been saved, he hadnāt seemed as traumatized as now. This was something heād have to look into when Bernard woke up and was feeling better. For now he put the ring into one of the counterās drawers and then headed to the back, seeking some sleep himself.
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[Authorās Notes]= here are Bernard(half blue hair) and Andre(wolf guy)
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