Outside Your Window (Myrcellus:SFW)
It's been awhile hasn't it? Well, this blog has become one where I post for fun and when I have the spark to write. It is slowly coming back, and hopefully, this posts will become a bit more frequent. Remember to love yourself and your friends.
Your grandmother had warned you about the creature that lurked just beyond the treeline behind her cottage. A creature with a skull for a face, a harbinger of death as she would often describe it with piercing red eyes that could see straight through your soul. And if the creature had spotted you while you were wandering through its woods?
It was too late, you would end up in a newspaper article by the following morning.
You always thought that it was just stories that your grandmother would tell you to make sure that you would be back inside before night fell when you were little. Or that perhaps the monster in the woods wasn’t really a monster, maybe it was just an animal that came around at the same time every single night. It wasn’t impossible considering that the neighbors a few minutes up the road had a raccoon break into their garbage cans every night no matter what they did to keep it out.
Your mind raced with various thoughts as you pulled into the gravel driveway of your grandma’s cottage that was now overgrown with weeds. Once your car was parked, you got out of it and closed the door, inhaling the woodsy smell that now surrounded you deeply as though it would soak into your skin and become a permanent part of you. Slowly, you had made your way to the front door of the cottage, the porch looking a little worse for wear but it was at least still standing strong, that was one less thing you’d have to worry about as you fumbled with your keys and unlocked the front door.
You dreaded this moment for over two months now, your grandma had passed and in her will she had left you a decent sum of money and the deed to the cottage as she knew how much you had loved it. Just as much, if not more, than what she had. With that had come a letter written in your grandma’s elegant cursive handwriting explaining all the repairs that had been done to the house and what would need to be done. Once you were ready to come home of course - as she had written.
The inside of the house was exactly the way you had remembered it. Vintage floral curtains were drawn shut over the wooden framed windows, a matching floral couch and loveseat were centered in the living room with a more modern looking coffee table placed between them. The carpeting was surprisingly the same cream colored shade that you had remembered it, along with the familiar stain that was right by the couch that you had caused. An accident involving pasta sauce and you had tried to clean it up yourself when you were young, but your grandmother had simply laughed and helped you, which made you relax as she had explained that accidents happened and now the carpeting had a little more color to it.
The rest of the was unchanged as well, the dish sets and silverware your grandma had were still in the kitchen, and the master bedroom still had furniture in it. The only thing missing was a mattress for the bedframe which was fine, you had your own that was going to be delivered tomorrow. You were thankful that no one else in your family had attempted to break in and steal whatever they could from her place, you knew that they could be like that and it would be more of a hassle to try to get everything back than just replace it all.
With that in mind, you set to work cleaning the entire house from top to bottom.
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Spring had given way to summer, and you were tending to the garden that your grandmother had left behind. The months had seemed to fly by and you had settled into your new routine within the first week of being here. Luckily, your job was work from home so all you really needed was a good internet connection which proved to be a bit more difficult out here but you got it working in no time.
Although, it had been awhile since you had kept some company. An empty feeling that welled up deep within you, and your friends? They had always had plans for something else. For some other group of friends. Or they had plans with their families. While you understood, it was starting to wear you down that somehow, they never had any time to spend with you anymore. Eventually, you had just stopped asking them altogether.
But that had meant taking desperate measures for some company, and with that, you were now sitting face to face with the creature your grandmother had warned you about. Was it stupid to have sat outside on your back patio and purposely leave the porch lights on? Absolutely. Did it stop you? Hell no. If anything, it was going to give you more answers and probably leave you with even more questions. The creature was exactly how she had described, it wore a bear skull for its face and its eyes glowed an eerie shade of red.
“What exactly are you?” You questioned, watching as the creature had tilted its head to the side as though it was considering giving you an actual answer.
“A guardian.” Came the reply, the voice it used sounded more like a thousand of them put together. Like the whisper of those that had died on this land well before you had arrived here. “What are you?”
“A human.” You responded with a grin, your gaze dropping to the glass in front of you, watching as one of the droplets rolled down the side. Picking it up, you took a swig from it. Only to keep yourself distracted while you chatted with this guardian. “Do you have a name?”
“I do.” The guardian responded as it then seemed to be studying you. “What would you give me in return?”
“Well, I’d like some company, it’s been awhile.” You responded. “And if you desire, you can sleep inside my home, just… Don’t kill me in my sleep or something like that.”
A low rumble sounded from the creature in front of you, and it took a moment before you had realized that it was actually chuckling at your remark. A slow grin spread across your features as you took another sip of your drink. Perhaps this would work out for both of you in the end.
“Myrcellus. Brother to Marcel the Guardian.” The creature finally stated.
“Myrcellus…” You tried, a sort of warmness seemed to come from Myrcellus as he tilted his head to the side. “I like it. Well, I think you’ll make some good company Myrcellus. Do you want something to drink? Do Guardians even have a need for food?” You questioned as you seemed more at ease once he had settled into the chair across from you and wasn’t looming over you any longer.
“I have no need for mortal things.” Myrcellus responded. “I have a feeling you will make some decent company as well.”
A laugh erupted from you at the statement. This was only the beginning of your friendship with said Guardian, and you could feel that there would be many more adventures with him.