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#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )

huronnade-moved · 4 years

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❝ No yeah, I just. Ruin everythin’, apparently, so I’m-- gonna go on a long hike. Or that’s what I’m gonna call it. “Murr went hiking.” - has a better ring ta it than “Murr straight up left Huron fer months on end because he can’t seem ta get his head on right no matter what people do fer him.” - so yeah. I’m hikin’. ❞

#🞮 ┋ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / main. )#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )#/ might be the only way to deal with you at the moment tbh.#then i can make nice fluffy muses that people actually like like jon valor and danny harrison and black hands

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huronnade-moved · 4 years

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Completely AU drabble ahead. Set in a universe where, though the Crossover between Huron and Vide happened, Deeana is strictly Kuro’s squadmate. No cheating, no relationship drama. Also, though the drabble is written in English, all dialogue is in Hural.

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The theatre tended to be quiet after hours. The only sounds that filled it were quiet breathing and page turning. Occasionally, the quiet would ebb away with gentle voices, ciclicle carriages of conversation running their course before the atmosphere returned once more. Neither were bored; both were enraptured by the ambience that had always existed between them, even after they’d long since parted ways.

Tonight felt different in some way, though. For some reason, the air felt even more charged than usual.

❝ Well, ‘s gettin’ late. I should head home, ❞ Kuro muttered, folding his book closed and hopping from his perch on the end of their stage. Murr tried not to swallow too hard at the feeling of their knees brushing as he did so, heart leaping into his throat like a bear-trap attempting to catch something. It didn’t take long for it to sink back down, landing like a stone in his gut. It always sucked when Kuro had to leave.

❝ Yeah, I getcha. Ya probably gotta be up early, huh? ❞ Though he forced his voice to echo its usual ease, there was an undeniable pang of longing attached limply to the end. Please just stay. Just tonight. I’ll never trouble you again if you just stay with me tonight. ❝ Thanks fer comin’ over. ❞

❝ Y’don’t gotta thank me every single time, y’know, ❞ Kuro replied with a brow arched high, shrugging his coat on as he attempted to make eye contact with him. Though Murr’s face was often cloaked in static, much like everyone else he tried to look in the eye, there were moments where his image would come through, like a transmission finally reaching its designated station after a hell of a delay. Those times were what Kuro hungered for. Though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Murr had grown into a beautiful man. It confused him greatly. He’d never looked at men like he was looking at his friend before; he didn’t think he had any interest. There were a lot of things he didn’t understand upon this whirlwind of a person inserting himself back into his life. Perhaps this was his punishment for wounding him so: an eternity of questioning. ❝ Yer my best friend. Of course I’ll come ‘n’ see y’whenever I can. ❞

❝ It still seems important enough ta be thankful fer. ❞ Though Murr’s face was concealed by that pesky shadow that hung over his shoulder, Kuro watched as his friend turned his head, breaking assumed eye contact almost nervously. ❝ I know what it’s like ta not see ya fer ages, so I’m happy ‘n’ grateful when I do. ❞

There was a strange pause, one filled with energy neither of them could place. Unsure of the cause, Kuro took in his slightly elevated heartbeat with some amount of chagrin, cursing himself for being so easily afflicted. So he’d had a crush on Murr in his youth… so what? They were changed people, far past the awkward phase that they’d left each other on. Things were different now.

If that’s so, why do you feel hot under the collar? Shut up. I don’t.

His hand hovered over the theatre’s door-handle, heartbeat thundering in his ears as he thought about how best to bid his friend goodnight. Why are you even thinking about this? Just say goodnight. His lips parted to speak, though no sound came out; his frame remained like a pillar in the doorway, hulking and dark.

❝ Uhm… everythin’ okay? ❞

❝ ... ❞ Was it? He couldn’t really make heads or tails of the feelings currently swarming him. For months now, he’d felt the tension in him rise to an unbearable level. He’d spent countless nights lying awake thinking about the terrible things he’d forced Murr to endure after leaving him without a word. He’d also spent a few wondering what Murr would look like in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy, quivering like a ripple in a pond, drooling like a dog in heat-- stop it. Stop thinking about that. ❝ … I just… I don’t wanna go home, Alé. ❞

He listened to Murr’s wordless stammer, enchanted by the sound, before he allowed his hand to fall from the handle. His body turned slowly in the other man’s direction, head feeling foggier by the second. You’re so close, yet so far away. I don’t deserve you, not after all I’ve done, but by God I want you. I don’t think you even realise.

❝ W-Well, ya don’t have ta… I don’t mind leavin’ the door open fer you... ❞

❝ Don’t leave. ❞

Though he couldn’t see his face, he knew for a fact that Murr’s cheeks had turned red. It was in the way his torso shrunk; the way his arms went rigid by his sides; the barely audible stutter as he stared at him, somewhat stupefied, wondering what he could even say in response. Eventually, he settled on a flustered: ❝ I-I wasn’t goin’ to! ❞

❝ Good. ❞

❝ What’s with you all of a sudden…? Yeesh... ❞ Murr tugged lightly at his collar, attempting to get air beneath it. Suddenly, he felt trapped in this beloved place, as if he’d poked a bear with a stick and had nowhere to retreat to. He attempted to mentally talk himself down, turning in place so that he could hop back up onto the stage. ❝ We can keep readin’. Or we can… talk. ❞

❝ Talk, ❞ Kuro echoed, tone slightly inquisitive as he began to bridge the distance between himself and the stage. All of a sudden, he was unable to focus on anything except his friend’s appearance, lit from behind by the dim stage lights as if a small piece of Heaven had opened up and chosen him. For the briefest of moments, Kuro saw his face. The way his mouth was pressed into a thin, confused line, teeth gently worrying his lower lip, had a pang of heat rising in his stomach. As he came to stand in front of him, head inclined slightly to look at him, he uttered a meek: ❝ Let’s talk, then. ❞

❝ O-Okay. Well-- ❞ He fell quiet, shoulders rising like a child’s when they were being scolded, before he suddenly exploded: ❝ Well now ya’ve gone ‘n’ made it tense! I can’t think of anythin’ ta say! You go! You say somethin’! ❞

❝ Nhm… yer so fuckin’ adorable sometimes, Murphy. ❞

❝ What…? ❞

❝ Murr. I can’t keep bullshittin’ like this. ❞ He wasn’t entirely sure of what he was doing. All he knew was that he felt positively untethered. His heart was a fragile thing, tampered with by darkness and shadow, but right now it pooled with light, emotions oozing like drip from a cake. His hands came to rest on either side of his friend’s body, sandwiching him between his own frame and the stage supporting him. ❝ Y’know, that crush I told y’about way back when? I-- ain’t think it’s quite dead yet. ❞

❝ B-But you said... ❞

❝ I know what I said, ❞ Kuro interrupted, almost grunting. ❝ I moved on. I let go of y’when I made the decision t’leave y’behind, right? Was a load’a shit, Alé. I just didn’t wanna make things fuckin’ weird. ❞

❝ ‘n’ now’s a better time ta make things weird…? ❞

❝ Is it weird? ❞ The silence that hung between them was heavy, as if they were both afraid of the answer to the question. They’d spent so long convincing themselves that they’d moved on, that they could see different people and let go of their childish fantasies, that being stripped of this thin lie left both of them feeling naked. After another thoughtful pause, wetting his lips nervously, Kuro continued, before his bravery failed him. ❝ Would y’really mind if I just… I don’t know, leaned up ‘n’ kissed y’? Would y’stop me? ❞

❝ I-I don’t know… Kuro, please just stop, this ain’t funny... ❞

❝ This ain’t a joke, Murr. ❞

❝ It seems like it is ta you! ❞ Though he couldn’t exactly blame his friend for feeling doubtful, Kuro would be the first to admit that Murr’s scorn stung some. ❝ Is this all my feelin’s mean to you…? Is it just some punchline? Some stupid tease? You know how I feel about you-- you know I never stopped-- c-carin’ about you, ‘n’ if you don’t know that then you suck as a detective. ❞

Kuro was somewhat flabbergasted. Though he’d been able to read between the lines on occasion, Murr was nothing if not a convincing actor. When they’d told each other that they’d gone on with their lives, Kuro had almost wholeheartedly believed him. There had been rare traces of doubt in him when the other had slipped up, revealing a little too much about what still resided in his heart, but for the most part the Sheriff was almost certain that there was absolutely no chance of salvaging what they once almost had in their youth. He suddenly felt very bare, heart racing, and though he wasn’t sure if he was crossing a line or not, he found himself unable to resist any longer. He pushed his head closer, their lips making the briefest of contact before he felt Murr jerk his head away.

❝ Stop it. J-Just stop-- ❞ He was unable to finish as Kuro grasped at his collar, tugging him closer once more. This time, their mouths connected with more certainty, and Murr’s cut off whimper was promptly smothered. The exchange was short, though they lingered close to one another long after it had been broken. In a quiet murmur: ❝ Kuro... ❞ It sounded as if he was going to tell him to stop again, so the Sheriff pressed close once more, kissing him harder. The shred of doubt previously on Murr’s tongue ebbed into a small, relieved noise, his hands-- fingers previously turning white due to how hard he was gripping the edge of the stage-- coming to rest on his shoulders as he finally allowed himself to give in. In a positively precarious whisper: ❝ S-Stop… nm.. ❞

Consent was something that Kuro took incredibly seriously ( especially after his unfortunate run-in with his own witch of a rapist ), but he could tell by the way that Murr clung to him, by the soft sounds that left him whenever they reconnected, that he didn’t want him to stop; that it was a pleasantry he was uttering in an attempt to save face; that he was as relieved as he himself felt.

❝ Stop…? ❞ He asked in between kisses, hands flat against the stage. The warmth of Murr’s palms on his shoulders was like fire, and he rolled one lazily in an attempt to provoke curiosity. Curious Murr was, but not without caution. His hands traced up his neck with hesitation, the drag of his fingers driving Kuro crazy. ❝ Is that… what y’want? ❞

❝ Mm… no... ❞ Murr whispered back, sliding from his seat on stage and onto his feet. It was much easier for him to press close, lips pressed fervently against his yet again, his tongue suddenly introduced into the equation as he wrapped his arms around his neck. Kuro hummed softly, meeting him halfway, an arm coiling around his waist. They grew wild from there, impatient, centuries of longing and pining escaping them in the form of wandering hands and exchanged saliva. They couldn’t get close enough, bodies on fire, hearts hammering, any trace of distance unbearably painful. It prompted Kuro to back Murr up against the stage at one point, body pressed into his, and Murr mewled sweetly while simultaneously pulling at his hair. Such an abundance of personality made Kuro shiver. Although Murr was trembling vigorously, hands shaking, voice quivering, his mouth was hungry, body receptive, movements demanding more; his fiery disposition would never be stamped out, not even by a man more domineering than he was.

At one point, Kuro felt his coat slip from his shoulders, and suddenly Murr felt closer than before. It prompted a charged change of course, his hands filing beneath the other man’s finely pressed shirt and making contact with his waist. His skin was warm, soft, and not even their furious pace could distract him from said facts. When he was feeling a little calmer, he’d have to take a moment to pay close attention to him. His body, though smaller than his, was lean and well-built, muscles clenching whenever Kuro’s fingers brushed over them. Even when the pads of his fingers curled around to the smooth canvas of his back, the thews tensed and squeezed in time with his soft gasps and shudders.

❝ Fuck... more-- touch me more... ❞ The needy plea fell hotly against his throat, a mix of tongue and teeth scraping along his skin, growing more and more familiar with the taste. The way Kuro rocked his hips into his had a breathless moan tumbling from him, face pressed tightly into his neck a moment later in an attempt to squash the sound. My voice sounds weird right now. He silenced the thought with a feverish buck into the other man’s body, listening to him grunt, feeling him attempt to push closer still. At one point, Kuro dipped his head low and recaptured his lips with his own, a deep, passionate kiss ensuing as the pair held onto each other for dear life.

It was a touch to his belt that awoke Murr from his drunken haze, a lick of sense returning as an abject bolt of fear ran through him. He wanted this, he wanted this perhaps more than he’d ever wanted anything, but the truth was that, at this point, he was afraid to lay with someone far more experienced than himself. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint him. ❝ K-Kuro… ❞

Either he didn’t hear him or he chose not to listen, lips dragging down his throat, a myriad of kisses and nibbles left behind. Murr’s head spun, throat willingly exposed, his hand clutching the back of the other man’s head as he wrestled with his inner thoughts, trying to decide whether it was a good or bad thing that he was half-hard in his dress pants. Maybe you can do this. Kuro wouldn’t hurt you. Kuro would never force you to do something you didn’t want to do. Kuro would look after you. Kuro would make you feel good-- so good-- like you always dreamed of-- but when he felt his pants loosen around his waist, belt tugged free from its position, he knew in his heart that he wasn’t ready yet.

❝ Kuro… ahn-- stop-- ❞ Though he shuddered delightfully at the hand that brushed along his outer thigh on its way to his hip, it also provoked the first push that Murr had thought to administer. It wasn’t hard, just enough to stop the other man from going further. ❝ Stop...! H-Hold on… I’m n… th-this’s goin’ too fast... ❞

When Kuro went still and held his silence for a moment longer than his anxiety could take, Murr thought for sure that he was going to turn cold. To his relief, the Sheriff pulled back panting, eyes unfocused, but he’d clearly resigned from the task. After a couple of seconds staring at him, trying to regain some level of concentration, the Sheriff cleared his throat and backed away slightly, reaching a hand up in an attempt to flatten his mussed up hair somewhat.

❝ Gods… shit-- sorry. I-- didn’t mean t’overstep no bounds. I just-- lost control’a myself. ❞

❝ You don’t have ta apologise... ❞

For the first time in a while, Murr felt like they were looking each other in the eye. Unbeknownst to him, they were. His face had become visible to Kuro in the moment, desire and a deep-seated form of love slicing cleanly through the dark and revealing him to him. He looked beautiful, already wild hair thoroughly dishevelled, russet cheeks flushed pink, lips parted in order to allow him to breathe-- very lightly reddened in the wake of such a feverish advance. For a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say, content to stare and heave for air, lungs aching, fingers itching to feel him once more, heart ablaze. His eyes flitted downwards briefly as Murr shifted to readjust his belt, fingers fumbling briefly before he managed to loop it back into place properly. Are you as excited as I am? Is it hard to focus?

❝ Uhm… I’m sorry. I want to, w-with you, but… I’m… I… don’tknowwhatI’m doin’... ❞

❝ Yer a virgin…? ❞

❝ SHUT UP! ❞ Murr crossed his arms tightly across his chest, frame shrinking somewhat. With a tad more venom than he meant to apply: ❝ Some of us don’t handle our grief by screwin’ everythin’ that has a pulse, idiot. ❞

❝ Ahah… noted. ❞ Though, something about Murr’s reluctant confession had a pang of warmth blossoming in Kuro’s chest. With a hint of a smile: ❝ So, I’d be yer first…? Hypothetically? ❞

❝ W-Well… yeah. ❞ He listened as Murr cleared his throat, a hand curling around the back of his neck. He tried not to focus on the blooming mark just above where his body tapered off into inky blackness, eyes attempting to fix on his face once more. The static had returned. ❝ I just… I don’t know. I was-- preoccupied with other stuff, ‘n’ I never met anyone else that was special ta me. Kinda hard ta when yer isolated up in the woods. Please don’t make fun of me. ❞

❝ Heh. I was more surprised that nobody had jumped on y’yet. I mean, look at y’. ❞

❝ Oh, please... ❞ he muttered dismissively, blush deepening. His hesitation was stark, bleached with uncertainty before he finally found his voice. ❝ What does this all mean? I don’t… think I could take a fling, no matter how much I want y-- ❞

❝ I ain’t want a fling, Alé, ❞ Kuro interrupted, albeit softly. ❝ ‘m sorry I jumped the gun. Maybe we should’a talked more about how we felt first. But I do… have feelin’s fer you. I thought they’d go away, y’know? As we progressed with our friendship? But the truth is that they’ve just gotten stronger. I just-- couldn’t resist anymore. ‘m sorry if it’s awkward now. ❞

❝ It ain’t! I just… know yer history... ❞

Kuro frowned, then sighed. ❝ Listen… no matter what y’may think’a my choices, yer gonna be my first in a couple’a ways too. I’ve never… y’know… with a man so, we can be fuckin’ useless together. ❞ He huffed, feeling slightly embarrassed himself now. ❝ Let’s not get caught up in all that. I’m sorry I rushed. But this ain’t about sex or whatever. I-- I don’t wanna be just friends, Murr. ‘n’ I know that I don’t really have the right t’say that but-- ❞

❝ Shut up. ❞ It was Murr’s turn to interrupt, though he did so with his whole body, arms wrapped around his dearest companion, head finding his shoulder instinctively. A small smile formed on his face, and for the first time in a long time, Aléjandro felt happy. ❝ Just shut up, Kuro. ❞

#🞮 ┋ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ sᴀᴅ sʜᴏᴡ﹐ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇɢᴏ. ❜ ( kuro / ic. )#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )#drabble *#/ some long-awaited kuro/murr bullshit heh B)

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huronnade-moved · 4 years

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❝ I know a better way, ❞ he said proudly, one hand resting lazily on a hip as he thumbed over his shoulder. ❝ ‘s a li’l less mapped, but ya get ta the good part’a the forest quicker. Ya in? A dumbass I may be, but ’m also someone who lived out here fer centuries-- if yer gonna put yer faith in me at any time, fer whatever reason, let it be now. ‘s like, the one time I won’t disappoint. ❞

#🞮 ┋ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / main. )#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )#🞮 ┋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ. ❜ ( murr / opens. )#/ S AN OPEN PLS REPLY #I WANNA WRITE MY DUMBASS BOY #LET HIM SHOW I THE PRETTY HURON FOREST #OR HELL-- HUMAN AU IT; EITHER WAY HE HAS HISTORY WITH LIVING OUTDOORS #U CAN JUST AMEND 'CENTURIES' TO YEARS OR SOMETHING IDK

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@abxndonedd said: “The room’s spinning.”

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❝ Uhm-- okayyy, that’s not. Good. ❞ His hands were flapping by his sides, a clear sign that he was nervous, but he truly wasn’t sure what to do in order to help the poor child. Without thinking much, he pulled out a chair and pat it with his hand. ❝ Sit ‘n’ wait. I’ll come back. ❞

When he did return, it was with cold water in a cup and a flannel. Though he had no liking towards children, he didn’t hate them either. He certainly wasn’t going to leave one alone if there was the potential for them to be sick.

❝ Jus’ drink some water ‘n’ sit still, alright? Is anythin’ else wrong? Does yer tummy hurt? D’ya feel sick? ❞ You’d better not throw up on my theatre floor, kiddo.

#🞮 ┋ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / main. )#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )#abxndonedd #/ here have a surprisingly nice murr

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❝ Oi! No! Don’t try ‘n’ struggle! ❞

Murr wasn’t one for playing the hero, but he knew this woods like the back of his hand. Having fallen victim to this particular swamp several times over, he knew that their kicking and fussing was only going to make their already precarious situation worse.

Raising his leg, he braced his foot against a low-hanging branch and pulled for all he was worth, managing to snap it off before lurching it in their direction. The willowy bark extended like a decrepit corpse’s hand, Murr’s own tough ones wrapped tight around its end, holding it still.

❝ -------- grab hold, idiot! ❞

#🞮 ┋ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / main. )#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )#🞮 ┋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ. ❜ ( murr / opens. )#/ ngl i just wanted to use these two icons because they're so good oof #but yes come hang out in huron you can make an au and jump in B)#trust murr this one time he lived in that no-mans land for fuckin centuries he gotchu covered

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@hemokin said: ❛ personally? i kinda want them dead. ❜

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He wasn’t in the business of making people feel better. Though he hadn’t witnessed what had occurred to make her so angry, he certainly wasn’t ignorant to her less-than-subtle shift in mood. He didn’t even know her that well, but he could easily infer that something had gotten under her skin.

❝ Well... ❞ An unconventional thought came to his head. Maybe he could relate to her by being equally as flippant about human life as she was. It wasn’t like he cared much to begin with. He leaned on the nearby fence, arms crossed, chin settling atop them as he stared out into the open pastures. ❝ I have a lot of acres ta my name. If ya wanna do the killin’, I’ll be an accessory in yer murder case. I have the best spots ta bury a body in all’a Huron. Think ya’d be hard-pressed ta find a better killer companion than me. ❞

#🞮 ┋ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / main. )#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )#hemokin #/ muRR N O

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He never expected the forest to become his home. Though he’d always harboured a deep respect for nature, he never suspected that he’d feel at peace whilst living amongst it. For so long, he’d believed that the outdoors was to be harmonised with, worked alongside, but never entered into blindly. It had made his decision to isolate himself up in No-Man’s all the more serious.

Building a house had not been particularly difficult. Time-consuming, definitely, but not a spanner in the works. For a few weeks, it was all he did, switching between tirelessly crafting and carving and finding food and sleeping in a simple bed of grass beneath the brilliant night sky. Despite his privileged lifestyle back home, Aléjandro had had no qualms with having nothing to his name. In a way, it was relieving. Even when his modest little hut had been completed, bound with twine and silk and sticks, he often opted to sleep outside in order to continue the minimalist trend.

However, building a life in the forest was definitely less surprising than making a friend in it.

Food had never been particularly high on his agenda. However, before he’d left his cushy house with his safe family, he’d promised them that he would feed himself properly. If not for them, he probably wouldn’t be out there in the dying dusk, the only light being sunset shimmers between the trees and a small torch he had taken with him.

❛❛ Damn it all, ❜❜ Murr huffed, shuffling himself through a particularly stubborn patch of brambles. The points stuck to his clothes, threatening to tear through if he tugged too hard, making his travel laborious and slow. With a hand dusting down his front, he shone his torch onto a familiar bush and heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing its fruit ready for harvesting. ❛❛ At least these berries always grow back fast. ❜❜ Unreasonably fast, considering, but at least it saved him a trip further into the woods - and they hadn’t killed him yet.

Crouching, he pulled his basket ( he’d made it himself, weaving sticks together to form a small hamper ) in front of him and began to pick the fruit. The carrier became moderately full in no time, and it wasn’t long before he was standing up once more, knees cracking softly as he righted himself. This is nice, he reminded himself, taking a moment to stare at the fading light of the sky. This kind of life is nice.

The yowling that filled the air moments later was not.

Dear Raku, what is that? Training his ears proved useless. He’d never heard such a feral sound before, humming low like a tractor’s engine before skyrocketing into an unpleasantly shrill cry. Curious, and with little self-preservation, Murr began to travel in the direction of the noise. As he passed through trees and bushes, torch becoming all the more necessary to proceed, the growl became louder. Eventually, he tumbled into a clearing and saw the source of the sound.

A little ways away from him, he could see a small black mass suspended from the quivering jaws of a Mortis Trap. Those fearsome plants were revered for their hunting prowess. Though they were rooted to one spot, their brightly coloured maws attracted unsuspecting creatures looking for food, then ensnared them in its teeth and swallowed them whole. They were pests as far as Huros were concerned; there had been many instances of farm animals wandering off and a single hoof or horn being the only remaining piece of them, usually found at the base of one of those greedy plants. As of now, Mortis Meat was the only ethical ‘’animal’’ product in Huron, and it was largely because the community had all the reasons in the world to dislike them.

This creature was fighting hard, though. Its jagged tail was lodged into the Trap’s meaty stem, stopping it from swallowing, and its limbs thrashed for all they were worth, jagged claws making haphazard contact with the inside of its mouth. A strange green pus began to drip from the plant’s mouth as the prey continued its work, as if bleeding from its gums.

This could make good food, Murr thought, staring at the struggling plant. It’s distracted, too. I could easily swoop in and kill it. It’d feed me for a couple of weeks. I wouldn’t have to head out into the wilderness for a little while, doing this tedious hunting shit.

Without having to think much about it, Murr put down his basket and retrieved his knife, setting his torch firmly on the ground so that he could see in front of him. Even if the pair of battling creatures had noticed its beam, they certainly weren’t stopping because of it. Swiftly, the man approached, getting a running start so that he could leap and dig the heel of his boot into the plant’s upturned roots. As if he’d trodden on a finger, the creature screamed, a piercing cry that had his ears ringing. The mass in its mouth tumbled to the ground, landing gracefully on its feet.

Before the Trap could realign itself and attack him, Murr dug the sharp blade of his knife into its thick stem, dragging it back and forth harshly until its head lay detached on the ground. Almost instantly, the roots began to turn a dull grey colour, leaves drying out in the blink of an eye. What remained was a pile of mush, smelling faintly of rot.

The only way to kill a trap is to remove what it traps food with, he remembered his father saying. Should you ever encounter one, cut into it until you separate it. Behead it.

Its now-useless head was retrieved, and after a moment of thought, Murr dragged it into his basket. Some of the berries would be squashed, but the meat was way more valuable than a few quick-growing fruits. It was a price he was willing to pay.

❛❛ Mrrrooowww... ❜❜

Now that he was able to relax and really take in his surroundings, he saw that the previously unknown animal was now recognisable to him. A lye, he thought. I’ve never seen one before excluding in comics.

Its coat was pure obsidian, though it dripped with a strange green liquid courtesy of its recent escapade. Though it subtracted from the perfect look, it appeared no less regal to him. Its four limbs were dainty, its jagged tail curled loosely around its feet. Despite the fact that it had been close to death, its expression was passive, large green eyes trained listlessly on him, its mouth forming an unmoved frown. After a few moments of staring, the lye lifted its paw and licked it, cleaning off the pus that had stained its claws.

❛❛ Gross... ❜❜ the Huro remarked joylessly, crimson gaze narrowing with disapproval. If the lye understood him, it certainly wasn’t fazed. It continued until its paws were clean, then started on its fur. Before it could get settled into the task, it suddenly darted into a nearby bush, disappearing from view. Murr huffed to himself. ❛❛ Yer welcome fer the whole savin’-yer-life-thing… asshole. ❜❜ What did you think would happen? Did you think it was going to part its lips and speak to you, you idiot?

With a scoff, Murr retrieved his basket and torch, turning in the direction of his hut. At the very least, he’d gotten something valuable out of it. He wouldn’t have to worry about food for a good week or two, especially with the fruit in tow too. Such a small stomach didn’t really require much to fill it after all.

When he finally made his way back through the trees, his evening routine returned to normal. He built a fire-pit, setting leaves and grass ablaze with a perfectly timed flick of a stone, and soon enough his humble abode was caked in a homely layer of light and warmth. A small fraction of the meat was prepared, and by the time he’d finished he felt pleasantly full. My mama would be proud of me. That’s what gets me through it.

When he heard the nearby bushes rustling, his gut reaction was to reach for his knife and brandish it, body tense and still-- as if the silence had invaded his bones and turned him to stone. His mouth formed an intimidating snarl, a defensive ward sat on the tip of his tongue like a poisonous barb. Go away. This place is mine. I’ll hurt you if you get too close to what’s mine. No one will find you out here if you force my hand. However, when the lye from earlier emerged with something caught between its teeth, Murr feels his guard dropping slightly.

❛❛ … it’s you, ❜❜ he muttered, knife lowered. He probably shouldn’t have-- these creatures were particularly dangerous. They bathed in deceit and trickery, and their poisonous tails and sharp teeth and claws made them a fearsome opponent in the wild. Despite their small stature, he recalled being advised to steer clear of them if he ever went into the woods with friends, assured that he would be attacked if he dared to venture too close. Nevertheless, for whatever reason, he didn’t feel threatened. Lyes are passive creatures. So long as you stay away from them, they won’t harm you.

Then why is this one back?

He watched as the animal slinked close, its body like a shadow pressed neatly to the ground, crawling close on all fours. As it bridged the distance between them, what resided in its mouth became clear: it was a bachi. The prickly exterior didn’t seem to bother the lye at all, and when it was within a foot of him, it dropped the item at his feet without a sound, nudging it close with its rounded nose.

Murr, dumbfounded, watched as the lye backed away afterwards. Despite it putting distance between them, its eyes were trained on him, fixed as if watching a mouse. After a few tense seconds, Murr bent low and retrieved the fruit, slowly drawing it to his chest. When he’d done so, the creature seemed satisfied, backing away further until it could turn its back on him and dart into the undergrowth once more.

His gaze fell on the fruit, eyes blinking slowly. Without his say-so, a smile began to form.

Maybe I did get a thank you after all.

#🞮 ┋ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / main. )#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )#drabble *#/ i have no time to proof properly or edit in blockquotes since i have to get ready for work but here have this dumb thing #the beginning of murr and edgar beepboop

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huronnade-moved · 4 years

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@hemokin said: ❝ life isn’t fair. suck it up. ❞

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❝ Oh fuck off. ❞ An arm swiped furiously across his face, tears forced from the corners of his eyes so that he could look at her with utmost derision. Despite this, his voice still trembled-- a mix of antagonised rage and bitterness hitting like sour notes. ❝ Who the hell’re you ta tell me shit about the world? You don’t know me-- ‘n’ yer not better than me just ‘cause yer not upset by some things, miss.holier-than-thou-- miss. ‘’untouched-by-feelings’’, miss. stone-cold-bitch, -- WE’RE NOT ALL FUCKING E M P T Y P E O P L E LIKE YOU. ❞

He resisted the urge to sob, teeth grit hard, fingers digging into his arms as he glared at her with all the resentment he kept locked inside. Did it matter? Did it matter if he lost his temper and levelled with her? Did it matter if he revealed his soul to her? Hers was likely equally as ugly. After a few staggered breaths, Murr straightened up, arms uncurling from around his waist, voice falling soft, but cold.

❝ I know life ain’t fair, you airheaded fuckwit. I’ve known fer centuries. Don’t you fucking come in here ‘n’ tell me what ta do with that. Yer nothing. You don’t know shit - ‘n’ at first I thought it was just about me, but it seems yer clueless about everything. Hope it’s nice in yer edgy wonderland, where nothin’ hurts ‘n’ nothin’ matters, sounds real classy. ❞

#🞮 ┋ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / main. )#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )#hemokin #/ murr: goes off on someone #me: i am scared but also Aroused???????

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huronnade-moved · 4 years

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@shackledsculs said: "You're an interesting one. I don't quite think I've ever met someone like you at bars. So, tell me stranger, what brought you here besides the drink?" Serina swirled the drink in her glass, looking up at the taller man. The hair was a bit too wild for her tastes, but then again, she wasn't looking to bring anyone home.

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He had to wonder what ‘’someone like you’’ meant to somebody like her. As far as he could see, the lonely bar patron wasn’t too niche a category, and while he suspected that most of her words were empty, a polite expression of interest in the hope of sparking a conversation at best, it still made him think.

Do I really look that incongruous in a place like this?

His cheek nuzzled into his palm in an attempt to get comfortable, an elbow his trusty crutch. His head rolled lazily in her direction. Though a discussion wasn’t the first thing on his mind, he couldn’t see the harm in engaging with her for a while. At the very least, she was someone new; she knew not of his past embarrassing endeavours or his crushing mistakes. To her, he was just a bar-goer. He was just like her.

❝ If ya want me ta be real with ya, it wasn’t the drink at all. ❞ An almost rueful glance was cast at his glass, pale blue liquid sitting flat at the halfway mark. He’d been nursing the same drink for a while now, having given up on the prospect of getting drunk altogether. Sometimes, having such a high tolerance for alcohol was his downfall. How do you expect me to work with this pisswater, chief? ❝ I’m plottin’ the script fer a musical! I wanted ta get a feel fer a bar in someplace other than my home town, since that’s a key settin’ ‘n’ all. So, here I am! If ya wanna be classy about it, ya can call it research. ❞

#🞮 ┋ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / main. )#🞮 ┋ ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ. ❜ ( murr / ic. )#shackledsculs #/ aaa thank you for sending! sorry i took a couple of days; i wanted to pump out something halfway decent oof

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