Fawntess (Gountess x Fawn), a daily morning routine of Fawn and Gountess’s worries. A dream that haunts to the reality of his nightmares. Peaceful hallucinations to a painful feeling.
A repetitive click and chop echoed in the small kitchen, only illuminated by the soft early glow of the warm orange sun. Sounds outside muffled, the kitchen half curtains just long enough to cover Fawn’s eyes as she stood there. Legs slightly wobbly as she yawned out the rest of the sleep from her eyes as she turned on the stove.
Click. Click. Click. Fwoosh! Sizzle…..
A scoop of butter scraped from the spoon in her hand. As Fawn watched the butter melt her body began to spring into the daily routine of cooking her and Gountess breakfast.
It wasn’t long until the floorboards began to creak as slowly Gountess began to enter the room. One arm in his lap and the other against the wheels on his wheelchair as he got closer to Fawn. The smell of eggs and bacon filling the room. As he rolled to the table, Fawn swayed over as she placed her hands against his shoulder as she placed a kiss on his head. Gountess’s hands followed Fawn’s motion as he draped his fingers off of her hips as his thumbs rubbed soft circles against her hip bone before she pulled away.
“You look tired still.” Fawn began to pour a cup of boiled apple water.
“Yeah I am kinda,” his eyes followed her hands as she held the mug. “I couldn’t sleep for a while.”.
“And you didn’t wake me?” Walking back over she placed the mug in front of Gountess while her hand found her waist. “I don’t want to disturb you, it was just a nightmare.” His cold fingertips began to warm up again as he held the mug Fawn handed to him.
“Another one? Was it the same one.” Fawn began to grip her waist as she turned to the stove to placed his food on its plate. A surge of pain and panic began to affect her heart, a thumping so loud Fawn was sure Gountess could hear.
“Yeah, the same one. I was back on that chair, but… your head was closer. Then I was back to seeing my grandparents, then Lily… before I watched Mymo began to..” His voice began to quiet down as his throat rasped at each thought. The same sequence of events that keeps haunting his mind; it only felt like such a stupid nightmare but the fear Gountess felt. It didn’t matter that his heart was artificial, he could almost feel it quicken in fear as he gripped his stomach.
From the moment he woke, his body sweated and chilled against his skin. His fingers twitched as hands—warm as the sun—held his back and chest closer to their own chest. Fawn’s nose brushed against his ear as she began to breath slowly, guiding Gountess’s quickening breathes, as she ran a hand over his heart. “You can feel me, you can smell me, you can see me, you can touch me, you can hear me. I’m real Gountess”.
Gountess’s body began to grow limp as he let himself relaxed into her arms.
Tap.
Tap…
Tap….
Tap tap tap tap tap tap
……
“ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?!”
That voice, the tone, that sickly pitched. With widen eyes Gountess shot his head back, instead of being met with hands holding his neck banged his head against a stiff chair. His body felt stuck, restraint—his arms tight against the frame with black straps digging into his skin and bones. The smell of antiseptic spray and blood pooled his senses.
Looking up he was met with a reflection. A darker reflection of his face and eyes into shades. A red reflect highlighted by golden frames; the man before him stood and glared into the shorter man’s face. “Why aren’t you paying attention? I’m speaking to you.”. With each word a harsh poked throbbed throughout Gountess’s temple.
“Honestly what else can you do but pay attention? I even took the time have a nice pit stop so I could get something to eat.” Mymo pouted as he grabbed another fry before chewing it infront of Gountess. From one to another, Gountess felt his stomach ached at the smell while he looked at Gountess like a whining puppy.
“We still have ways to go before your next check up and blood draw so behave, it won’t be my fault if we hit pot holes.”. With that Mymo stood up before walking out of the back of the truck, closing it with a loud slam that echoed across Gountess’s entire form as the choker echoed out the same noise.
Death.
Was the only thing he could dream for, but not without revenge.
