Crez remembered that a long time ago, he really wasn't fond of contact. Too much pulling and pain, so he had generally shied away from it.
And yet, now, he craved it.
His arms tugged Clovis closer, his face pressed up against her neck as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, almost like a cocoon. Crez kissed the nape of her neck softly, feeling her shiver.
He buried his face into Clovis' shirt, smelling the sweet scent of some sort of medicine; she nuzzled his hair, her arms locked around his back. A small, warm place that would always be safe. He was still afraid of sleeping, yes, but here, it felt as if everything would be fine for now.
She muttered something in her sleep, foreign tongue he didn't know, but it sounded like a soft lullaby in his ears, soothing like the heat of Clovis' temperature. He smiled, his eyes closed, wishing that the moment would stay this way, and nothing else.
I'm allowed to make really terribly OP'd characters as long as all parties are fine with it, right?
And add some tragic things right? Right.
And base it in the Minecraft universe. Well then. I still need to work on another Yogfic that I'm working on... and a GO one... but for now I guess this is self-indulgence.
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Words: 370
Genre: Minecraft RP based
Characters: Clovis, Crez (MC)
I can move it for you. I can bring it back for you.
Wouldn't that be nice? Seeing them alive again.
He has whispered the words into her ear, energy crackling in the night sky. She had hesitated only a moment, then with a bandaged fist clenched on her sword, she begged refusing to face him.
Some terrible part of him smiled, for the deal was done.
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He knew, he knew how easy it was to exploit other's disadvantages when he was so weak himself. Defenseless.
That's how he survived countless events. by being frail. The meek will inherit the world, someone had once told him, jokingly, and he had laughed lightly, feeling the words coil and intertwine. It was much better than struggling through the bleakness.
Broken again and again, hurt, killed, he had tiptoed through it all. The fragile foundations of each relationship, of his survival, tightened by a desire to protect and the monotony of boredom.
Occasionally he snapped, let the wilder side of him show, but then converted into an annoying lightheartedness. Usually it was lost within the folds of a worn, tan cloak and slightly battered scarlet scarf. But it had reared up again when the mad scientist had trapped them. Clovis. His Clovis. His doctor. His thoughts were scattered as he whispered words of escape, completely diminishing the sheep of his act. He had felt panic as he locked eyes with the red gaze, recalling the last time that this had occurred...
So he invoked it. He brought forth the energy of his empty being, promising no harm as he bound the two points together, just to let her escape. She had come back for him, in the chamber, a bandaged hand reaching through the nothingness, and he took it without apprehension. There would be repercussions later, but for now at least both of them were safe.
He just watched the trails of the lab coat fluttering in the breeze, her ponytail swinging this way and that. Something inside his chest responded in accordance as he laughed loudly into the bright blue sky.
Bound together through power and weakness. One so tightly bound that in the end, it would choke itself to death.
