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The witcher had enough of constant stares and questions. In the Wilds, sometimes he didn’t see another human being for weeks, maybe months, but now, every single day people stared, especially because of his eyes, whispered behind his back or sometimes even fled in terror.

Now this elf was staring at him knowing no shame and asking about his magic and whatnot. At this point weirdly Lambert only wanted a quiet night and not see another person. So he went for the first thing that for him counted as a solution: violence. He pushed the elf down as an exaggerated gesture of making him stay at one place.

He stood in front of him, index finger pointing at him.

“ You stay here, do whatever the hell you want, but I’m going and you will not follow. Understood? “

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      Ayeni looks elsewhere when the man points,         attention temporarily caught but the rustle         of leaves and the sound of breaking twigs,         his mind wandering far away from the angry         weird man in front of him.  The noise was...         Heavy to his ears, pointed tips twitching         one way and then the next as he slowly         forces himself to his feet.

      He’s already forgotten that the other man         had forced him onto his knees moments         before, stepping to stand behind him as         the sound grows louder, accompanied         only by his unease.

      “ I don’t -- “

      Like that noise.

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       “—– run and don’t look back. No matter what.”

         Yes, she had angered the cook by stealing food.

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      “ Did -- Did they catch you stealing again? “

      He does however start trotting along with her         when she runs, bare feet silent against the         stone of the old fort.

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Rough touch

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13. Your muse pushes my muse to their knees

      He should be concerned, he should be offended,        scared, a great myriad of things,but the only        emotion he was dealing with at the moment        was confusion mixed with a bit of curiosity.

      It wasn’t the first time that the small elvhen mage        had been shoved to his knees and he was certain        it wouldn’t be the last considering how well it         worked to keep him still and quiet.

      The only movement he makes is to sit back on his        feet when his knees are shoved into the dirt, hands         settled in his lap rather patiently as he looks up at        the older man, either waiting to be spoken to or for        whatever came next. 

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         Mockingbird, mockingbird, quiet and still,                  what do you see from the top of that hill?                           Can you see up? Can you see down?                                   Can you see the dead things all about town?

                                            [art by  LynxSphinx]

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Rough touch {shrugs. I'm going to regret this}

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My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

      Anger is not an emotion that Ayeni is used        to, in fact, he’s not certain he can remember         ever actually feeling this way, but the residual        emotions from last nights dream has left his         hands and teeth clenched, his jaw working        tight and his nerves on edge.

      Instead of scaring him, the loud sounds are making        him tense, instead of touching the wall, his hands        are tight fists at his side.  He’s not sure what this is,         he’s not sure why it makes his heart pound and his        mind so sluggish, but most of all, he’s not sure why         it made him react like this.

      Rationally he’s sure that the other boy didn’t want to        hurt him, didn’t mean to anger him, and yet the        moment that the other reached for him, Ayeni grabs        onto his wrists tight, heat building in his palms before        he finally releases the boy and forces himself to just         breathe.

      “ -- Not -- Not today. “