#byelobog

[knight-parzival]

young Velya and his god

[jathis]

♤ byelo and antoni i mean what

Byelobog frowned as he stepped into the doorway of the bathing. “I thought you paid for two baths,” he noted, his voice flat as he looked at Antoni.

Antoni shrugged, testing the temperature of the water in the tub with his hand. The Italian sat on the edge of the tub, naked save for a bathing robe. “I did. We’ll have more hot water brought up when we ask for it.”

“And you expect me to bathe with you?”

“They only have the one tub, Byelo.”

The albino narrowed his eyes at him. “You did this on purpose,” he murmured.

“Look if you really don’t want to I can just wait outside and…”

But Byelobog just shook his head, stepping into the room. “Next time find a place with two tubs,” he murmured, allowing his own bathing robe to slip off of his body.

Antoni blushed as he tried not to stare at Byelobog’s body, the unnaturally white skin and the obvious…missing pieces that had been stolen from him when he was a child. Limbs had grown longer and thinner, his ribs bigger than his own from the way his body had formed.

“Help me wash my back,” Byelobog said once he settled into the warm water, handing over a bar of soap and a washcloth.

“…Sure,” Antoni murmured.

[jathis]

"I want that one, the one in the window," he said.

Byelobog let out a soft sigh. “I doubt you have enough money for it,” he reminded the other.

Antoni however was admiring the rifle behind the glass. “It looks like they used some really high quality stuff to make it,” he murmured.

“And that means it will be expensive. We do not have the funds to spare to buy such a thing, useful though it may be to you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Antoni sighed, stepping back from the glass. He looked over at the albino and shrugged. “Looking never hurt anyone.”

“Indeed,” Byelobog agreed.

***

The next morning, Antoni woke to find the rifle lying beside him. He sat up in surprise, picking it up carefully. “What..?”

“I said we did not have the funds,” Byelobog reminded him. “I did not however say anything about procuring it another way.”

Antoni laughed and pulled the albino into a hug.

[jathis]

Little Brother

@dangersocks owns Byelobog and Antoni

@acidtygr

* * *

Antoni never understood exactly why there was a belief that albinos were a perfect source for magical components. It seemed to come from nowhere and made little sense. If owning a limb from an albino was lucky; then what was the albino the limb came from? Were they unlucky? Were their separate parts lucky while their whole was unlucky?

He kept these thoughts to himself as he watched Byelobog tend to the boy they had just rescued. There had been word that a local children's hospital was dealing in trafficking and the sale of limbs. They had managed to shut the place down and punish those working there but had only found one surviving albino child, a boy of about three or four years old.

They had taken the boy's arms.

Byelobog murmured tenderly into the boy's ear, rocking him close to his chest. Slowly the trembling in the child's body started to calm and then stop, his body finally starting to relax as his eyes closed and he pressed into the older albino. Byelobog sighed and stood up then, holding him close. “We should go,” he said.

“What do we do with the boy?” Antoni asks.

“We take him with us.”

“...He can't be a Scout. He has no arms.”

“I am well aware of his amount of limbs.”

“Couldn't we give him to some people in that town over there? An orphanage or couple seeking a child?”

Byelobog's eyes flicked in the town's direction only briefly before he looked back at Antoni. “The people there knew very well what was happening here. I suspect they kept quiet because this place paid them for their silence. Do you think the boy will last with them?”

“I suppose not...” Antoni muttered.

“Then we will travel until we find a place for the child,” Byelobog murmured.

Antoni sighed but did not press the point any further, following after Byelobog.

* * *

He supposed the boy was good at not making himself a nuisance. When not being carried the child walked, Byelobog's hand on his back to help him keep his balance. The older albino had given the child a large sunhat to wear, protecting him from the sun whenever they moved out in the open.

The child was unnaturally quiet for a long time.

“Do you think they cut out his..?” The look Byelobog gave Antoni made him shut his mouth before he could finish his thought.

It was not until several weeks later that Antoni learned the boy could not only speak but was finally willing to speak with him. It was while Byelobog was gone for the night, scouting the area ahead for their travel in the morning. Antoni had been dozing off, the child asleep nearby. Something poking him roused him and he blinked, yawning as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, frowning as the boy poked him with the toe of his foot again. “Hm?”

“Bad dream...”

Antoni was about to say something when the boy pressed against him and he fell silent, hugging him absently as he yawned once more. “So...you can talk?”

“Yes...”

“How come you haven't talked before?”

“Talk to big brother all the time,” the child mumbled, shifting to make himself comfortable.

The other frowned at that. Byelobog hadn't told him that the kid had spoken to him before. He opened his mouth to ask what the boy's name was but was stopped by a loud yawn and the telltale signs of the boy's body falling limp in slumber. He snorted a little but leaned back, holding the boy as he waited for Byelobog's return.

Byelobog smiled to himself when he slipped back into camp and found Antoni fast asleep with the boy. He shook his head and fed their campfire, keeping watch over the pair.

[jathis]

The Albino

Byelobog belongs to @dangersocks

* * *

Carlos smiles as he walks beside Earl, taking small licks from his chocolate ice cream cone. He watches Earl from the corner of his eye, noting the way he licks his own tiger-tiger at a much slower pace. “You think Cecil is alright at work?” he asks.

The other looks at him, offering him a smile and nod of his head. “Cecil knows how to take care of himself,” he assures him. “Those flesh eating wolves shouldn't be too much trouble for him at the station. He'll be back to have his ice cream when he gets home,” he added.

Carlos smiled, nodding as he glanced at the bag Earl held in his other hand that held Cecil's cup of poppy and black olives ice cream, the Voice's favorite. “I'm sure he'll like it after today,” he said.

“Yeah, and...” Earl stiffened up, stopping short.

“Earl?” Carlos asked. He looked around, worried that there was some kind of threat coming their way. He frowned as a figure walked towards them, looking back over at Earl for some kind of sign of what to do. The redhead however was standing still, his free hand performing some kind of salute as the figure came closer and Carlos blinked when he realized it was a Scoutmaster.

An...albino Scoutmaster? Living in the desert? He was dressed in full Scoutmaster regalia, the brim of his hat far wider than any Carlos had ever seen before but then again...it most likely protected him from the burning sun.

The albino smiled when he saw Earl and he stood in front of him, returning the salute with one of his own. Only then did Earl lower his hand, smiling at him. “It's nice seeing you about, Harlan,” the Scoutmaster whispered, his voice oddly high. His eyes flicked over at Carlos and he nodded his head, “interloper,” he said, not unkindly.

“Carlos, this is Byelobog,” Earl introduced. “Byelobog, this is...”

“The Outsider who has stolen two hearts.” Earl blushed and Byelobog smiled knowingly at him. “I hear and see a lot of things, even when I'm not around.” His eyes looked upward and Carlos followed his gaze, blinking when he saw a falcon circling over them. “We have a meeting to get to,” Byelobog hummed, “it was nice seeing you again, Harlan.”

“It was nice seeing you too,” Earl agreed. The pair clasped hands briefly, Earl giving Byelobog's a gentle squeeze before releasing him.

The albino offered Carlos a polite smile and tip of his hat before walking past.

“Byelobog has been around a long time,” Earl told Carlos as they resumed their walk home. “Adam and I have a lot of respect for him.”

“Is it rude to ask why his voice is so...you know?”

“I think so.”

“Sorry.”

Earl just shrugged. “I know you don't ask out of malice. It's his business really. If he wishes to tell you one day he will.”

Carlos nodded his head in understanding, resuming eating his ice cream before it could melt onto his hand.

[jathis]

Byelo. Anything about Byelo. Or something about Adam, maybe Adam/Earl?

Adam and Byelobog belong to dangersocks

* * *

Carlos blinked when Earl and Adam suddenly stopped roughhousing. The Outsider watched as the pair suddenly stood up, straightening their clothes before standing to attention, cheeks flush with color of shame and worry. He frowned and looked around for the source, blinking when he spotted a figure walking towards them.

It was…a Scoutmaster? An oddly colored one at that…albino perhaps? He walked like a dancer, his hat having a wider brim than most others to serve as protection against the desert heat.

The albino stopped in front of Earl and Adam, raising an eyebrow at the both of them. “Adam had you in a headlock again?” he softly asked and Carlos wondered how it was possible to talk as if you were singing so naturally like that.

Earl bowed his head and Adam pointedly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck in shame.

The albino just snorted, turning his attention to Carlos. “You are the Outsider?”

“Carlos the scientist,” he said, holding out a hand to the other.

“Byelobog,” the other said. “I have heard about you. A very fascinating Outsider to be sure.”

Carlos blushed, smiling as the Scoutmaster took his leave once again. He noticed the way Earl and Adam seemed to relax once he was out of sight, idly promising himself to ask for the reason later.