Okay verity (YES the yellow ball) has caused me to crawl out of my slump and write. This isn’t proof read oops.
Verity x reader
The gentle thud of cobblestone being placed is heard outside. Perched upon his regular spot, verity watches with his usual precision.
The enjoyment he gets from observing these simple tasks is truly intoxicating. He wishes he could watch all of your actions. Each and every movement that your body could possibly make. It makes him desperate to always be at your side. But it’s not like he isn’t there most of the time! Whether it’s in your hand, from a safe distance, or unbeknownst to you in his other form guarding your house and watching you sleep at night.
It’s safe to say verity’s supervision is nearly impossible to escape. And so is his undying obsession with you.
You tug on the doorknob, arms tired from the placing of blocks for so many hours.
Verity wastes no time.
“Hey! I see you did a different pattern in the blocks than you normally do! I have many other kinds of patterns you could try if you-“.
His eyes scan you and land on a deep gash upon your left arm. Silence follows for about a minute as you try to find the cause of his abrupt pause, then,
“Come here.”
His voice wasn’t his usual cheerful tone. This request, rather command, was flat, serious, and shocking to say the least. Never once has verity told you with such finality to do something.
Slowly, you come forward towards your helper friend and hold out your arm, having some kind of guess of what the issue is.
There’s no smile plastered on his face. You decide to try and ease the situation.
“This? Verity, it’s nothi-.”
“This wasn’t done by a fall, it’s too clean. Some kind of weapon did this, some person.”
His voice is laced with malice. His face has morphed into an even more displeased expression.
Suppressing the uncertainty you begin to explain.
“It was just a run in with some pillagers. Honestly I’m grateful to have gotten away with such a minor injury.” You laugh awkwardly hoping to decrease some of the tension. This explanation only causes him to grimace further.
His voice dripping with possessiveness, verity delivers a chilling response.
“They will be dealt with.”
“Hah…wha-what?” You blink slowly, dumbfounded at such a hostile response.
“Nothing to worry about!” He smiles.
He smiles…as he stares at your conflicted face. Each and every way that he will tear these pillagers apart come nightfall buzzing in his head.
But for now he looks at you with his usual adoration and makes a mental note to bring this up the next time you decide to venture off on your own.
