Am I Wrong?

"I sleep with my ax near. - Don't bother me." || Just an role play account.

[thebutcher-merce]

The Butcher and the Rabbit

[bashfulbunnyalyse]

Alyse remembered the few times she’d confided in her siblings her doubts about finding love. About getting that happy ending that everyone wanted and everyone deserved… she knew now their words were right. That she could find it and she would fall so far before realizing it that she wouldn’t be able to find her way back out. And she didn’t want to. Now that she knew he felt just as deeply as she did. That he loved her back even through everything… she wouldn’t dream of changing anything.

She went to respond but Merce’s lips served both to silene her and distract her from the ‘argument’. Even if she was rather certain she loved him more. She did love him, more than she’d ever thought possible. Falling in love was the greatest adventure of all and she knew nothing in her stories could compare. Nothing she wrote before this brought out the same feeling. The closest she came were the stories that definitely weren’t about her and Merce, at least, if you asked. They were poorly masked and anyone who knew them would be able to tell the inspiration for the knight in shining armor in each.

“Tea sounds nice, if you don’t mind… I - I don’t want today to end yet.” She didn’t want to leave him either. It was the most perfect moment in the most perfect day and if she ould draw it out a little longer she was certainly going to.

[thebutcher-merce]

“Tea it is than.” He stood, grabbing the carved heart they had made not a few moments ago. Merce offered the wererabbit his hand so he could help her up but also so he could hold her hand because now that he could, he was going to be as close to her as possible. Try getting skin contact as much as possible. He never wanted to part ways with her for the time being. Wanted to wake up next her every morning and fall asleep with her in his arms every night. It has been his dream since the day they’ve met. The moment where he instantly fell in love with a woman. 

The sky was darkening and even though he couldn’t see far ahead of him, The moonlight hit some parts of the land - including Alyse and he swore there was no way he could be more in love till he saw the moonlight hit her. He was in absolute awe and he knew it was going to be  a moment embedded in his memory forever. 

Eventually reaching his place he opened the door for her, closing and locking it behind her. He only let go of her hand when he made his way to the kitchen. “I don’t know if you want to go by the fire or come in here with me but either is fine. The tea will be ready in a few either way.” He smiled at her, placing his finger lightly under her chin and pecked her lips. “I’ll be back.” He said before stocking his way towards the kitchen. 

[thebutcher-merce]

The Butcher and the Rabbit

[bashfulbunnyalyse]

She’d always dreamed of the love she read about in stories. The love so pure it could break any spell…while that may a bit int he stories, she felt like she’d had a curse broke on her. She felt like she could really see the world, really see the good things she had. She was sure her view on the world would return to normal, or maybe some down a bit. She wouldn’t care if it did or didn’t, but right now she was seeing the world through a filter made to make everything look beautiful.

They had had their issues, that much was certain. She regretted pushing him away but she also believed that everthing had a time. They’d needed time to figure themselves out as one part of a whole. But now it seemed they’d started to settle into something that worked for them. Something that could actually work. Something truly worth fighting for.

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else with it.” She said softly, looking up at him. He was perfect, maybe their relatinship hadn’t been yet, but everyone needed practice to get there. She couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, or falling in love with anyone else. Merce had been the first person she’d ever really started to fall in love with and she was glad to keep it that way.

She smiled and nodded. “Some things you just have to experience for yourself.” Love was definitely one of them. No doubt about that. However, his words made her laugh. Without looking up she smiled before shaking her head lightly enough not to disturb him but enough that he would be sure to know what it was she was doing. “No, I love you more.” A little giggle followed - whoever thought she’d end up in this arguement today? Certainly not her.

[thebutcher-merce]

Merce couldn’t help back his laugh when he felt her shake her head. And the argument started. He started running his hands through the girl’s hair. She is his future. He knew, he could see it...feel it. The girl felt like his everything because she always was supposed to be his everything. His only. The girl that was going to make the butcher settle down. He could only see his father now, staring down at them telling him. I told you so, son. 

The factor of his father’s voice in his head, and the girl of his dreams in his arms, was more than enough to be utterly happy. It was the moment he knew he...nor Alyse was never going to forget. “I don’t see how that is possible.” he said but just as he predicted, he kissed her lightly just so she couldn’t claim to love him more. Really it could be a battle on who loves the other more. But really the amount of love they share for one another could not be mistaken to be equal. Not like these two stubborn lovers are going to let up on that subject. But at least it was a peaceful battle. 

Pulling back he held her close against him once again, realizing the time. “It’s getting dark. Do you want me to walk you home? Or do you want to accompany me with some tea by the fire?” He said looking down at the petite girl. 

[iheartkellanlutz]

[restlessrebelheart]

    Living with Merce and Gen was interesting. She felt awful about it, forcing her way into their lives by just showing up one day. ‘Hi! I just met you, and it may seem crazy, but I’m your boyfriend’s sister. So feed me maybe?’ She was investigating a few places of her own, unwilling to rely on Tristan and too thick headed to accept his girlfriend’s help. But she was having a hard time figuring out how things worked in Wonderland. House hunting was a totally strange experience for a girl that had lived in a tribe her entire life. 

So she’d set out to find something to give them, some little trinket of her gratitude, what she didn’t expect was to look up and see the guy she was shopping for standing beside her. As this bear snapped in half and she realized who it was her face fell. “You’ll have to point me in the right direction then. I’m trying to find something for Gen, since she’s helped me so much lately. I just don’t know where to look. I have no idea what I’m doing.” 

That might have been a little lie but at least this way he could point her in the right direction, possibly actually show what he would actually want.

[thebutcher-merce]

The butcher’s first thoughts of when Geneva brought Iris was, not another strong headed teenage girl. But realizing that one Geneva lives here just as much as he does so she also has a say in what happens around here. And two, starting an argument Merce won’t likely win to was just a bad idea, so he helped Gen have Iris settle in nicely. Even helped her buy some new...fresh clothes. Overtime, he saw a lot of Geneva in Iris and grew to love the girl like his own sister and grew just as protective of her as he was with Geneva.

It was amazing how instantly his mood changed when he realized who the girl was. “Iris.” Though he laughed when she told him what she was doing. “Well, trust me. With the rip off money they’ll be scamming you for. Gen also wouldn’t really like it. She’ll say she loves it but it’s her trying her hardest not to be rude. Unless you’re someone she doesn’t like. Lucky enough for you. You don’t have to experience the wrath of Geneva.” He smiled and stepped back a few steps allowing the girl to walk in front of him. “Come on, I’ll show you the perfect gift for her.” 

He lead her out to the Restless River, giving her a little backyard on how Gen came to be part of the family. “Some people still don’t understand that just because we aren’t blood that doesn’t mean we aren’t family. I’d die for her, just like any other good older brother would for his sister.” He’d hope somehow the story would give her some idea gift for Gen. “As much as she pretends to be a total hardass, she’s a sucker for sentimental things as well. The more meaning it has behind it - the more Gen will be in love with it.” 

Merce sat on the rock, he’s found his sister so many times before. “This was her favorite spot to be awhile back. Still can’t understand why.... perhaps it was cause in some ways she could feel just a bit more closer to our father.” His eyes shifted to the water as a small smile tricked his lips to turn. “Gen and I, we’re the same in some ways. We pretend to be hard asses because we don’t want others to see just how vulnerable we really are.” His hands intertwining actually getting lost in thought. Just for a few seconds. 

“If you’re good with your hands, Iris. You just need a great imagination, than you’ll have the perfect gift for her.”

[madnessreignswitha-smile]

“Thanks for the advice. Things have changed a bit since I’ve been around.” Chessur smiled, finally someone interesting! He was going to start pulling out his hair if the boredom had prevailed, really now boredom couldn’t be good for anyone, lest of all where he was concerned. “Ah, my friend, as I’m sure we shall definitely meet again are you really leaving so soon? And here I thought we were having a nice chat.” Chessur chuckled, now that he found someone interesting he wasn’t going to lose them so easily, now what would be the point of the entire interaction if that was the case? 

[thebutcher-merce]

Merce didn’t get exactly far and the sound of the male’s voice stopped him. His words made the butcher turn just a touch. “My apologizes. I wasn’t aware poor craftsmanship was an interesting subject.” The man smiled a genuine smile as he completely turned around extending a hand to his apparent new friend. “Name is Merce, and your’s is?” Merce though introductions was most likely a better conversation holder than horrible made crafts. Or perhaps Merce was just so critical because he himself actually knew how to make better...lasting crafts.

[thebutcher-merce]

The Butcher and the Rabbit

[bashfulbunnyalyse]

Alyse didn’t mind that Merce knew. She was actually rather grateful. It meant that there was no sudden heartache on Merce’s part. He knew, he understood it meant nothing. It was a spurr of the moment stupid mistake that should never have happened. She couldn’t have imagined telling him to have gone more smoothly. It was just a relief to have everything out in the open between them. And for once, Alyse actually had a positive outlook on life. It was going well currently- and hopefully would continue. It was the first time since she’d unfortunately sided with the former king that she could see that.

“A heart, because then you can have my heart, and I’ll keep yours safe.” She said softly. It was probably the most cheesy thing she could think of… but with Merce she was okay with that. With Merce she wanted all the cheesy over romantic, corny fairytale moments. Or not, as long as he was with her didn’t really matter. He had always been her rock, but usually it was just Alyse clinging to memories. Now, he really was the thing that was going to keep her grounded.

She had to blink a few times to keep herself from tearing up. It wasn’t because she was sad, no exactly the opposite. She was happy, completely, perfectly and incandescently happy. “Your father was a smart man… and I think we are the luckiest people in the world… it feels like it, doesn’t it?” She couldn’t help the joyous smile that came to her face in response to his own. She loved his smile. “And you’re mine. I love you, Merce.” She snuggled herself into his arms, just enjoying their closeness. It had been so long since she’d felt this happy she wanted to enjoy it.

[thebutcher-merce]

The very thing he believed his father was insane to tell him, was something he was experiencing at this very moment. Pure happiness. There’s been so many times that Merce believed he was never going to understand what his father was trying to tell him about true love and pure happiness, only because both Alyse and Merce have been to stubborn to really see what was in front of them. Both pushing the other away, arguing instead of just listening to one another. Granted Merce was most likely more at fault in those aspects than Alyse actually was, but he started to feel as if he didn’t love as much as he said before now.

Now it was just something different. Instead of fighting with her, he actually listened to her - stopped fighting with her because he knew it wouldn’t really get anywhere. They needed to be friends before they could actually become lovers. Where they are now is a place Merce never wanted to leave.

Just as she knew this whole curved hearts thing was cheesy but it worked for them and even if it hadn’t, he wouldn’t care because he loved it. He loves just how corny they can be with one another and it doesn’t feel over the top. They could be those romantic, a little to happy kind of couples and it would still work for them. “And I will keep yours safe.” His eyes lightened up a little, just out of pure admiration for the girl.

“He was. At the time I always believed he was the maddest in the land, but now I see the guy was just a mad genius.” Merce tightly wrapped his arms around the girl as she snuggled against him. He kissed the top of her head before gently laying his chin on her head. “I love you more.” He smiled as he closed his eyes just picturing them now arguing of who loves the other the most. It would be the best argument but he was sure if it happened, he would just kiss her just to shut her up.

[abra-cadabrakitty-deactivated20]

The Werecat was confused to say the least. He needed to thank her? She was the one who really didn’t do anything. Thank goodness for it being dark out and her back had been turned towards him, because a slight pink covered her cheeks. “Because, do you remember the day we met? I do…very clearly. Figures, we were talking about your hands, and what they meant. Then…as a total stranger, you helped me when I felt like I was in a dark place.I didn’t want to see friends…or family..a total stranger saved me from myself, and I can’t repay that.” As they approached the inn, a soft sigh escaped her. It was good to be home…home. She wouldn’t cry, not even the happy tears. 

The warmth of the inn was well– welcoming. To her surprise, she felt a tug on her arm, and she once again had to meet his gaze. However, she quickly looked away as he thanked her. 

But she had to push away.

Her gaze meets his, and they locked. It was awful that she never fully smiled in front of him, or even gave the slightest hint of a genuine laugh. “I haven’t been honest with you. I’m Abra…who was the King’s pet. Which you knew…but I wasn’t and won’t just be Gideon’s…’companion’. I….Gideon is alive, Merce.” She sucks in a breath quickly before continuing. “–and I have made a promise with Gideon that I must keep. A promise for King Jensen. A promise that might mean that I’ll be leaving everyone here. And– I don’t know what will happen if I go. I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know how Lance will take it either…” Abra pulls his grip away from her, and she steps back a few steps. “I should…find you a room..”

[thebutcher-merce]

Really Merce had forgotten about the palm reading. Though he did remember finding her in a rather sour moment. At the time he couldn’t help her better than he could have if he had known what was going on with her. Even know now however, he felt utterly useless - again. Now he started to wonder if he was ever going to be able to help the were with her problems. Not like he wouldn’t listen to her, he was a good listener but he also wanted to be a good problem solver as well. Especially when it came to Abra. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was expecting to hear from her but her thinking about going back to palace - it was the last thing he expected. The last he remembered was her being kicked out of the palace. People she had trusted turned their backs on her and that didn’t sit well with Merce at all. 

“I don’t need a room, Abra. I need answers.” It was a good thing Abra pulled away from his grip, because both hands were tightened into fists. “I need to know why you think it’s a good idea to move back in with the very people who didn’t give it a second thought to toss you out into the land.” 

[thebutcher-merce]

The Butcher and the Rabbit

[bashfulbunnyalyse]

Alyse’s body visible relaxed when he said he knew, if he knew, no matter how it came about- he didn’t care enough for it to hinder this. It was in the past, and immediately after it meant nothing. Reed loved Cilla, and Alyse was a sorry stand in when it came to her sister. So she knew it meant nothing to him as well. She did care for him- sort of. In the well my sister likes you so I want her to be happy kind of way. But frankly, Reed scared Alyse now that he knew she’d been the one to turn them in. So, aside from lack of significance between them - it was never happening again.

“I should have known…” It wasn’t anger, simply a revalation. She wasn’t upset with her sister for telling him… she’d wanted to for so longer she just couldn’t find the words or a reason to. If he’d moved on what relevance was it? Thankfully he hadn’t and now things were finally beginning to go the way she hoped. “It’s all in the past then.” She said softly, as much to him and it was to herself. It didn’t matter. It was over and done with. It was where it belonged, known but no hindrance on their current relationship.

“We are.” She couldn’t help the elated grin that graced her features. Finally. She was so glad she left the house today. She kissed him in return, the little happy jolt her heart got at each kiss made even the simplest kiss perfect. “And I love you with all mine as well… In fact.” She slid one arm away from him for a moment to grab something before bringing it up and offering him the little wooden heart. Even if they’d done it together, she’d started it and the meaning was there enough. “I want you to keep it.” It was a bit of a silly gesture, but she had the little rabbit - and she wanted him to have the heart.

“Merce, I will never do anything to hurt you ever again… I’m sorry for everything I said. I never meant it. I love you, I always have… and I always will.” There was no doubt that she meant always either. She loved him for so long now she couldn’t imagine that it would go away. He would always be her first love, and if things went that way she hoped he would be her only love. Her true love. As cheesy as that sounded, it was true. Alyse was wholey convinced that he was her Prince Charming. And after everything they’d been through there was no way they weren’t going to make it.

[thebutcher-merce]

Merce started to feel bad that he already knew, but before now - there wasn’t a real vaild reason to bring it up to Alyse nor Reed. Especially when he found out Cilla and Reed got back together. Sure, this just made the butcher despise the merman that much more but he wasn’t going to go out of his way to slit the guy’s throat. Just punch him the next time he possibly sees him. If Merce was protective over Alyse, it just multiplied.

When Alyse pulled away he nearly tightened his grip, but he realized what she was doing and he relaxed. He took the heart from her before placing it beside him. Even if he really wanted her to have it, he also knew she knew the ‘hidden’ significant behind it. It was small but with a huge background. “I’ll make you another one or a rabbit. Just whatever you want I’ll do.” Because he would die for this girl in a heartbeat and what his father had told him ran past his mind.

“It’s only until you fall in love that you can begin to start living.” Merce smiled as he kissed her forehead gently. “It was something my father used to tell me. He also told me that true love only happens so often. That people who find their true love are the luckiest rare people.” They belonged together. They let each other go but they found their way back. He ran his fingers through her hair, with a boyish grin on his face. “You are my forever and always.”

[abra-cadabrakitty-deactivated20]

Hearing him say her name, she manages to clear her throat, and turns to face him with a small smile. No, she couldn’t say it. It was better to be gone like a ghost. “I just, wanted to make sure you were paying attention on keeping up. Here,” Abra takes off her coat and walks forward to drape it around the other’s shoulders. She gives a soft sigh before pulling her hands back to put them in her pockets as he did. “So you don’t catch a cold. I tend to be rather warm, so I’m okay. Let’s get you back to the inn so I can get you something warm to drink.” She turns on her heels, and heads off again, keeping her pace slow enough so that the other could follow behind her. The Were didn’t know what to feel at this point. She felt like a stranger in her own homeland. Maybe it was time to dig into her past and learn about her kind. Maybe, just maybe, there were others like her. Either way, the Were needed to do what she did best– not get attached. “You know…thank you. I’m not sure if I ever said it, but…really…thanks.” 

[thebutcher-merce]

Something was off with the girl, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly it was but he knew something was bothering her. He was to busy studying her to really stop her from a, putting the jacket on him and b, taking off once again. He could only continue walking after her, studying her as if the back of her head is going to explode with a sign and give him the answer he was looking for. 

Her thanking him took him a bit to off guard. “Not sure why you’re thanking me. I’ve done to much crap for you to be thanking me. I’ve been more of a problem. I should be really thanking you.” They had gotten to the inn and really he was thankful, it was way to cold out there - or it could just him being way to sensitive. “Hey....” He said pulling on her arm so she could face him after he had closed the door. “Thank you. For what you did for me back there.” 

He really did owe her a lot and he didn’t know how to repay her. His hand was still tightened around her arm, as he looked between her eyes. “You know because I’ve mostly caused trouble for you, doesn’t mean I don’t know you. Something is wrong. What is it?” 

[thebutcher-merce]

The Butcher and the Rabbit

[bashfulbunnyalyse]

Alyse wouldn’t dare pull away again. She’d done that, physically and emotionally. Not now. Now she was ready to give him everything he deserved. He still loved her after she revealed she’d been working with the king. He still loved her after she pushed him away and said horrible things to him. He still loved her after everything… She wasn’t sure she had the willpower to deny herself anymore, when she couldn’t convince herself that he’d be better off… There was no way to convince herself after his comment that they’d be better off apart. She felt better around him, she was more herself, and she wanted to be better when it came to him. Finally her doubts couldn’t overpower her heart.

Her expression lit up when he asked and she nodded. “Of course! Merce… I’ve always been yours… even… even if I acted otherwise. I don’t think I could love anyone else…” Her voice got increasingly quiet as she spoke, but he was so close - he could probably still hear her. At least, she hoped he could.

She melted into the kiss, the bunny statue had been neatly set in her bag earlier, the heart had been set next to her. Her arms moved to loop around Merce’s neck and pull him closer- whether that was actually possible or not was up for debate.

However, the kiss sparked memory of another kiss and suddenly guilt over took her mind. She slowly pulled back enough to look at him though there was a bit of sadness written on her face. She never was the greatest at hiding her emotions - at least when it came to Merce.

“Merce… I… I um…. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. Not anymore… So, there’s something you should know first… I kissed Reed. Well… Reed… h-he kiss me… It didn’t mean anything, though… I promise. I just… ” She stopped talking, she knew it probably wasn’t as big of a deal as she made it out to be. He was still with Cilla, and Alyse didn’t have feelings for him at all that wasn’t even a possibility. In fact, some days she wasn’t even very fond of him. She wanted to start their new relationship with honesty. Everything out in the open this time. Becasue this was it, she hoped that this could be her forever. And they needed to trust each other and be truthful.

[thebutcher-merce]

The moment was more than perfect, a moment he had always hoped and dream would one day be a reality. Now she was finally in his arms, finally his. He seemed to be unstoppable. He’s been nearly dreading to hear her say she was his. His, only his. The amount of happiness he was currently couldn’t be described. Let’s just say it was better having butterflies flying every which way in your stomach. 

Just as she could love anyone else, he couldn’t either. Ginevra was more of a sister love and he can see that now. Just from seeing how joyful he was to be in Alyse’s arms wasn’t the way he felt with the sprite. Alyse has his heart, his soul and hell if he could carve a soul he probably would just so it could be just as significant as the heart is. Everything he is, belongs to the were rabbit. There was no other living being that could take that away because she already had, even if they were never really together. Somehow he just knew he was meant to be with the girl. There was to much of a gravitational pull between the two lovers. 

When she wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms dropped down to wrap around her waist just so he could do the impossible just as she had done, pull her closer. Though he mopped a little when she pulled away, the expression on her face was enough for him to get instantly worried. Did he do something wrong? Again? Was she going to push him away again? It was as if his mind came up with the answer, and his arms tightened around her, not allowing her to leave him once again. 

Though what had came out of her flawless lips, wasn’t something he was expecting, he nearly sighed in relief and hung his head low a little before picking up his head once again. The smile was a bit bright as he tucked a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear. “I know, Alyse, I know.” He kissed her forehead, pulling back to offer her a better answer. “Cilla came to my house one day, she was really upset at first she didn’t want to talk about it but I eventually convinced her to tell me. She told me what happened between you and Reed.” The smile sorta vanished. Reed isn’t the butchers best friend but it was clear this guy was going to be in his life whether he liked it or not, so he dealt with it. 

“It’s okay. We weren’t together at the time, I can’t be mad at you when you weren’t mad when I had kissed Ginevra. Things happened. What matters now, is that we’re together. We are together.” He looked between her eyes before kissing her. “And nothing will ever change that.” Her admitting what happened between her and Reed at the beginning of their relationship, he couldn’t help but to love her more for it. He cupped her cheek once again, leaning his head on hers. “I love you with all my heart, Alyse.” 

[thebutcher-merce]

@bashfulbunnyalyse

[abra-cadabrakitty-deactivated20]

Abra was worried to say the least. She shouldn’t have been, but she was. “The room isn’t spinning Merce. You’re just really drunk. How could you let it get this bad? Is everything alright with you?” Cause surely the werecat had some things on her mind. At his response, she shook her head, almost ready to punch him in the face just to prove a point. “You’re not fine. You. Are. Not. Fine. Seriously, what if you ended up blackout drink, huh? Or what if you ended up walking out of here, not knowing where you were going, and ending up on the other side of the mountain? Your sister would be worried, and I–” she shakes her head, and starts to walk with him until he walks off. Yeah, sure. He walked straight, but he reeked of alcohol. “Stop that. Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder, because I will. I don’t care how much bigger you are than me.” She rushes forward and grabs his hand before storming out of the bar with him in tow, not minding the odd looks they got. Once they were outside, Abra took in a deep breath of fresh air, glad to finally get that smell out of her nose. Being sensitive to smell was seriously the worst. Maybe later she’d tell him her news. The news of possibly going back to the palace. For now, she had kept it to herself, but Merce, she wanted, to be the first to know. Who knows? If she told him now, he’d forget. Yeah, that seemed promising. “Merce?” She started as she walked towards the inn, this time letting him go so she could walk forward without seeing his face.

Originally posted by alecligthswood

[thebutcher-merce]

He didn’t know why but right now, Abra being so serious..made him laugh a little. It wasn’t funny, no where near funny but he also couldn’t help that stupid little laugh. Especially when she grabbed his hand and pulled him after her towards the door. When the chilled air hit him, he was instantly more unstable than he was in the warm bar. 

Shit...this really sucks. He said when he really couldn’t get his balance together. But when a few more breezes went by and he quickly sobered up and regained his balance and walked alongside the were. 

He tucked his hands in his pockets thinking about what Abra had said earlier, when they were still at the bar. If he kept drinking and he really did blackout drunk and he wondered off, not know where the hell he was going. Granted Geneva was mature enough to handle her own but he was still her brother and she was still his sister, that will never change, no matter how strong the girl has became. He wasn’t sure if he would get lost, but there just might be a bigger possibility that he could never come home if he had just two more beers and that fact, scared him greatly. Though Abra’s voice soon brought him back and it was only than that he realized Abra was a few paces in front of him. “Abra?” He said starting to get a bit worried about her. 

[thebutcher-merce]

The Butcher and the Rabbit

[bashfulbunnyalyse]

Alyse couldn’t say she was surprised that it was Merce to make her want to live again. She’d never really been the outgoing sort, always a bit of a recluse. But Merce made her want to try. He made her want to get out more often - if only just to see him. She already had so many regrets about her brief service to the former king… but pushing him away was perhaps tied with betraying her sister. But- if he didn’t have anyone else… if they still stood a chance, maybe she could get past it. Maybe she could finally let go of the past. It would take work, but a small glimmer of hope was ignited in her when he touched her hand. That was what she needed.

She watched him finish the carving with a smile gently tugging at her lips. She watched his hands work, and his expression as he chipped away at the wood. He was better at it, even if he didn’t think he was as good as his father. She loved the way his eyes were so focused on his work, even if deep down something in her wished he was focused on her. But then he finished the heart and she smiled when he handed it to her. She took it in her hand. “Ours.” She said softly, he’d helped, and there was some significance in her mind at the fact that they’d done it together.

He just cupped her cheek, but there was a tension between them she’d thought had been in her mind. But now, with their eyes locked on one another it pulled at her heart further. Everything in her froze. Her breath caught, her body locked, though she had no intent of moving anyway, and her mind stopped reeling through past memories or a possible future. Instead he had her full attention and his words made her heart race. Words failed her, she wanted to tell him everything but her vocal chords seemed to have forgotten how to work. She wanted nothing more than to be with him, and instead of trying to speak she did something bolder than she’d dared in the past. Hoping it would say everything she couldn’t, she leaned forward and closed that small space between them meeting his lips with her own. “I - I never stopped loving you.”

[thebutcher-merce]

Merce had no idea what to be expecting. Her pulling away once again perhaps? Really he wasn’t sure what exactly she was going to do. Though he was glad it was latter than what he had thought.Suppose the butcher was to used to the rabbit pushing him away. 

He allowed her to make the next move and when she kissed him, he was glad she made the decision he so desperately he himself wanted to make. His hand pushed further back, tangling his fingers into her hair. Being able to kiss her again made him feel a lot complete than just being able to hold her hand or feel her close. For once in a long time he felt like he was again whole and all worries had washed away. Alyse has been and always will be the most special person to him on this land, excluding Geneva but that’s completely different.

Alyse’s next words had shocked  him, his heart nearly stopped and dropped to the pit of his stomach. Her saying that he was nothing to her had stuck to him for the longest of times. Perhaps deep down he never believed she meant it, it was nearly just something she said to get rid of him. But her finally admitting what he had hoped was the truth - caught him a little too off guard. He pulled away from her a little just so he could look her in the eyes once more. “Say you’ll be with me? Say I can be yours and you’ll be mine?” He didn’t know why but he needed her to say that they will be together because as of right now, he felt as if he was in a dream.

Although soon, Merce didn’t want their lips to be apart any longer, fear of her changing her mind and walking off. He moved a little so he was facing her better, he dropped the knife so he could cup her face and kiss the girl once again, this time deepening the kiss a little.

[thebutcher-merce]

The Butcher and the Rabbit

[bashfulbunnyalyse]

She felt safe with him nearby, and the closer he was the safer she felt. She wasn’t normally attacked on a regular basis, but she was nervous anyway and he provided comfort little else could. She wondered if he felt the same spark, how easy it was to just be near each other. Of course, right now there were complications, at least on her part, due to her blocking out and denying her feelings. But other than that it was so easy, so comfortable to just enjoy his company and his touch.

She was so focused on the heart, and her thoughts that she didn’t notice the smile that lit up his face. Surely she’d have asked if she had. She wondered if there was anything more to him choosing the heart. She knew why it was the first thing to pop into her her mind… she just wasn’t sure if it was the same reason that it came to his. Or if he did it just because he thought she may enjoy a heart. Plus it was a bit better than a circle and still simple enough for a beginner to do.

Alyse couldn’t help herself from beaming extremely proudly at his reaction. Maybe she would keep going with this. Maybe she would learn how to do it and impress him further. Maybe she could make him something in return. The heart was cute and a small part of her was pleased that it ended up being a combination of them working together… maybe they still had a chance. Somewhere deep down she hoped she wasn’t giving herself false hope… She silenced her thoughts as she leaned just a bit closer to watch. Distanced from the knife but enough so she was comfortable close to him, and able to see.

[thebutcher-merce]

Everything about this moment allowed him to believe everything happens for a reason. Everything from their meeting to Alyse kissing Reed. Sure most of the time they both spent time apart from one another, hurt and regretful. But now it was all different. Now it felt as if they were if a better stance than they were when they actually met. He didn’t know how or why they all of a sudden stopped turning simple hellos  into you broke me heart. Now they were both smiling and got to enjoy each other’s company thoroughly. So, who the hell was he to question it? 

Finally carving the heart completely, he started to realize the real reason why he picked the heart for her. Sure it was simple, no details just a simple shape. But when it was finished he realized that if it was anyone else he carved this for - it would mean absolutely nothing, but with Alyse it was more than just a carved heart. With Alyse, it was significant  in ways Merce couldn’t explain. It just was. He stared down at the piece of wood in his hands before looking up at the girl and smiling. “Well would you look at that. You’re first carved heart.” He handed it to the girl but his eyes never wondered off of her. 

Without any really warning or control. Merce reached out and cupped the girl’s cheek, and if it wasn’t for their history he would have kissed her but he knew it was easy to over step his boundries with this girl. Although he did although his lips to hover inchs away from hers. “I’m still in love with you Alyse. I can’t get over you and I don’t want to.” He moved a little to face her but his hand stayed on her cheek. His eyes kept switching between hers, trying to see if she still wanted him as much as he desperately wanted her. “I want to be with you.”

[thebutcher-merce]

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

[abra-cadabrakitty-deactivated20]

Abra gave a soft sigh. “Then trust when I say that I can handle myself. I can’t let you go home or anywhere for that matter, alone.” Her tone had gotten gentle as she tried to convince the other. Once, when they were strangers, he had helped her when she didn’t want to see anyone else. Now, as friends, she’d return the favor. “If not home, then come with me. To the inn. There’s plenty of rooms, and I’m sure Lance won’t mind. He’s always open to helping people.” Surely she could take care of herself. She wasn’t scared of anything really. Not when she had claws that could extend at will. Taking the bottle away from him, she sets it back on the bar table, and takes his hand, but when she does, he couldn’t seem to move. “Should I carry you? We have to at least get outside….I don’t need anyone seeing me.” Abra brings his arm around her shoulder. He wasn’t all that heavy, but she wasn’t sure if she could drag him all the way. “So, what should I do with you butcher? I can’t leave you like this.”

Originally posted by fabmulan

[thebutcher-merce]

Quite honestly, he preferred to keep drinking but he knew better than to get into an banter with the girl. For one, ‘cause of the claws and because right now - she would probably make more sense than him right now. Though he was about to move till she said that she couldn’t afford of being recognized here. He wanted to know more but he knew that one she probably wouldn’t tell him right there and two, he’ll most likely forget. So, he allowed it just be something she said to get a move on. For now. 

“I can move, I just need the room to stop spinning.” It was hard to look straight without having the room tilt. He blamed it on the fact of just standing up really fast, which may fly but what was really the truth was. He was an extreme light weight. Merce left his arm around Abra but didn’t lean on her. “I’m fine, really Abra.” And just to prove it he started to walk and it was to even his surprised he walked...somewhat straight. “See I’m fine.” he said turning around to face her with a rather big grin on his face.

[iheartkellanlutz]