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[awaari]

Amazing art! That Dorian & Lavellan piece killed me dead ♥

Thank you so much! <3

[spicy-mambojambo-blog]

Eyes.

Here it comes the first chapter. Hope you guys like it. Thanks Metsy for letting me be a part of this. I’m about to do some Gangsta smutty because that series needs some love.  Someone would be interest in helping me as a beta reader?  Anyhoo, i hope you like it guys. Especially you, @metmarfil. I love you dudette.

He arrives like a silent shadow in the last days of summer, during the harvest festival. By then, almost 60 families were settled in the town of Jones. The small town that was settled a few miles from the road to Springfield was frequently visited by merchants arriving on the continent.

The celebrations had gone very well. The crops were abundant and generous even weeks before the harvesting. The shepherd attributed this as a reward from his lord to the faith and righteousness of his flock.

Faithful to the teachings of the pastor, the celebrations tried to be as austere and sober as possible. The children ran and played with dolls made of corn, the women cooked a generous feast to receive the men who worked in the field. The spirits was joyful and the future looked promising. The townsfolk looked at the harsh winter that was coming with bright eyes full of hope.

Summer fade away with the sun on the horizon and slowly gave way to autumn, and with its arrival more rumors of the weird-eyed stranger began to bloom as the leaves fell on the trees.

Some claimed to have seen him in the forest collecting roots and plants. One of the village elders said he had seen him hunting rabbits with a very strange looking bow and arrows. The baker's wife said she heard howls of wolves since the very moment the man moved to the outskirts of the town. The carpenter's daughter commented in whispers with her friends that the foreigner was a man who, in spite having a face that might remind the looks of the dirty savages, still was appealing to the eye and had seen him dressed in noble clothes.

The girl who saw him that day on the beach told her mother that the man had long hair black and thick like the night, and had golden marks on his face that shone like gold. Her mother told her that it was probably some English merchant and that she had to stay away from strangers, but the girl quickly told her mother that the man she had seen was not like any English she knew.

By mid-September, most of the people in Jones had seen (some even interacted) with the weird-eyed stranger.

Pastor Jones at first was mostly indifferent to the newcomer, assuming that before he knew it he would have followed his path, but to his dismay, by the end of September he had heard rumors that the foreigner was sitting in an abandoned hut deep in the forest.

The natives avoid the forest as much as possible and go only to the boundaries for firewood. After the bloody fights against the savages to recover the lands that the ignorants claimed as theirs, it was believed that the forests was cursed and all kinds of beings of the underworld used it as their playground.

During the Sunday sermon, the pastor reminded his flock of the importance of keeping their community pure. He reminded them of how sneaky and malicious the devil was, he reminded them that the he takes many forms to deceive the good and Christian to lure them into sin as he did with Adam and Eve and, as a punishment, God cast them out of paradise.

Something Jesse had noticed about all the rumors was how much the foreigner's eyes seemed to be mention. Not so much because of the actual appearance of his eyes, it was something about the intensity of his gaze. Nobody had seen him smile and they usually described him as a person with a severe and judgmental gaze.

Jesse was very aware of the power of the eyes. The eyes are the windows of the soul,  was what his mother used to say. Through the eyes we see people for what they really are.

One Sunday afternoon, Jesse dismissed the parishioners from the service with his father at the door of the chapel with a warm smile. Jesse's gaze was full of love and compassion. It was a look that warmed the heart,  calm the afflicted and gave hope to the sick.

A girl who had some affection for the pastor's son, said that in Jesse's eyes was the warm love of God.

That autumn afternoon the people were energetic, they chatted and laughed at the end of the service in an optimistic tone despite the closeness of winter.

-          I saw him this morning with my own eyes, father! He was hunting rabbits in the forest with a bow and arrow big as my horse. - The father of the fisherman was an old and distrustful man who watched with suspicion even his own grandchildren. He murmured his gossip pulling the cassock of Pastor Jones repeatedly.

-          You old goat-the baker cut him dry-no one can have such a big bow. You are seeing things, old man-

-          I never lie! The foreigner used a strange bow and he was also followed by a wolf !!

-          See? you're crazy.

He tried to disguise his interest as best he could know how much his father disapproved the presence of the stranger, but he can barely contain his curiosity. The rumors were so exaggerated that he needed to see it with his own eyes.

-              There he is! Buying fish from Mrs. Proctor- the young daughter of the baker whisper with excitement to her friend. The other girl turned abruptly ignoring the disapproving look of her friend for her lack of discreetness, then her face lit up like the twilight sun and quickly hid her face on her friend's shoulder and they both laughed like little girls.

-          He’s so beautiful- she whispered exalted.

Jesse heard the cheerful chatter murmured between whispers by both women and felt a sting of curiosity. Before he could even thought about it, he was already looking for the fish stand ...

And there he was. The rumors that ran among the young women of the town didn’t make him justice and that scared him. He was expecting some strange looking man with exentric clothes, but in that moment the only thing he could do was agreeing with the young girl and had to stop himself from whispering the word like a marvelous prayer.

The stranger was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. He was dressed in very stylishly clothes standing out like a diamond among the coal. He stands up strait and proud, his figure glowing with a light of his own. His pale, but radiant skin gleamed with the mid-afternoon sun deepening the contrast with his beautiful but severe, unforgiven dark gaze. His eyes reminded him of what he felt when he looked into the woods when the night fell. Exciting, dangerous and unknown. He didn’t know why, but he had always wanted to go to the forest at night. Only the crazy and suicidal would do something like that, his father used to say. In the forest, the creatures of darkness awaited. Something that marveled Jesse was the odd golden marks that the man has in his cheeks. The first time he heard about him it was from a little girl. She said that the man look like he was kissed by the sun and he couldn’t help himself but to agree with her. It wasn’t a better word to describe it.

Just by looking at the generous lips of the stranger, admiring the sharp angles of his face or the deliciously decadent line of his strong jaw, Jesse felt every inch of his skin burn and itch until he lost himself in a see of new confusing sensations. He found himself lost in the burning heat he had never known. His face was hot and flushed as if he had been looking at fire for a long time. His legs became shaky and he let a curse to himself. It was then, when he was so immersed in his panic and inner confusion that he noticed that not only he had been looking at the stranger for an awfully long time, but that the stranger was looking back at him.

Jesse covered his mouth trying to suppress an embarrassed gasp that, fortunately for him, it went unnoticed by others. The stranger held his gaze for an eternal second in which Jesse was physically unable to look away, and in that magical moment bathed in the golden/reddish light, the stranger smiled at him. A smile full of meanings completely alien to the boy that burnt him with need deep down his gut.

He couldn’t stop looking at him and without knowing how, or from where he draw strength, He raise his hand shyly and greet him. The smile of the stranger grew to show the hint of white perfect teeth and his face lit up in demure joy. His unforgiven eyes soften at the sight of Jesse. The stranger greeted him back, making Jesse's beaten heart throb with the strength of a wild horse and walking away into the woods at a slow seductive pace.

  The stranger kept his gaze fixed on the son of the pastor who shared nothing with his father more than those hideous church clothes. It was a marvelous intensity and yearning in those beautiful innocent eyes. Hanzo felt it on his bones, something that called his most basic instincts towards him. He felt as if that boy could see deep in his soul and yet there was wonder and admiration in his eyes. In all his years, Hanzo had never blushed just for crossing looks with a stranger. But this child, this insolent village boy had made him blush.

While walking back to his temporary home, he thought to himself that he wouldn’t been converted to Christianity if that boy was the one who made the attempt.

[el-overwacho]

Todo bello, todo bonito ~

[danudaine]

Thank you to @metmarfil for the lollipop

Hanzo’s noodles are not opposed to stealing them.

[claroquequiza]

Will their friendship phase be short or long? (long as their "enemy" phase). I will enjoy it so freaking much and I'm so excited about it. *eyes emoji on every daily excerpt*

Man, I don’t know, word count-wise at least. I had no idea that the enemy phrase was gonna be so long, so who knows, who knows--but it will be lengthy, that’s for sure--they got a lot of hammer out before they start making heart eyes at each other. XD

[crocodiller]

Hi! I LOVE all of your art, scrolling thru your blog was so fun, I hope you can continue your dnd au, it's so exciting and well done <3

Thank you! I love your art too!! Dnd au is definitely slow going lol but I will continue it for a bit longer! 💖

[robo-cryptid]

I would ask your "room scene" from last's TSATS chapter to go out o a date, have a loving and tender relationship, then ask it to move with me on the country side, forever.

Hah!! Thank you! :D I was pretty proud of that scene, so I am glad you enjoyed it! (I suppose it might accept your offer, but it has prior commitments to Hanzo and McCree so may be difficult to persuade. Try buying it flowers?)