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lumienyx · 3 years

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Writing prompt: “Your magic makes me feel safe.” for Handers <3

Come Morning Light

Pairing: Anders/Male Hawke | Rating: T | Word Count: 1827

Summary: "Fear," Hawke said, "and Despair. I think. They won't leave me alone. I can't... everybody dies. Keeps dying. And I can't do shit about it. I never can. You..." Hawke couldn't quite bring himself to say it. Couldn't share the pain of it—he never could—and as always, Anders didn't pressure him.

"Love, it's going to be all right," Anders promised instead, and Hawke couldn't pretend to believe him. Not now. Not as he was. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here."

But not for long.

Not forever, because Anders could never promise him that.

TW: possible suicidal ideation

A/N: I’m so sorry :”) Just. Please forgive me. It all started bc I thought well, there’s tons of fics with Hawke comforting Anders but not enough of fics with it the other way around so why not write something like this BUT I DIDN’T ANTICIPATE SO MUCH ANGST :0 (with a happy-ish ending tho!!) I hope you still likey... meow >.>

🎶 Safe and Sound — Sam Tsui & Kurt Hugo Schneider

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In the Fade tonight, Hawke watched Bethy's sweet, radiant smile turn into a twisted grimace the moment the monster's Blight-rotten hand closed around her throat.

His own throat was scraped raw from silent screams he never heard but felt them—visceral, and raw, and painful, tearing through his entire being as he stood there, watching. Helpless. Paralyzed with terror. Gulping down the tears that kept on falling.

In the Fade tonight, Hawke couldn't save Carver from the Blight. Lost in the darkness of the deepest roads underground, he called for Anders who was nowhere to be found. He carried his brother through red fog and over mires of darkspawn corpses, searching for Grey Wardens and only finding bones, lifeless bodies, and decay. He fell to his knees and held Carver close, rocking back and forth like he used to, back when he was the all-grown-up child lulling the twins to sleep with a song barely discernable against their insistent crying.

Carver wasn't crying now. Simply smiling, the smile a fragile, broken thing, trembling lips tinged with blood and framed by black veins spread out all over his face, over his skin, pulsing with the lullaby of death.

Garrett couldn't breathe when Carver took his final breath, suffocated by sobs that tore through his chest painfully enough to rival the excruciatingly constricting thump-thump of his racing heart.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

Was it?

It couldn't be.

"This isn't—" Hawke tried.

Tried and failed to will the vision away and succeeded only in summoning a more recent horror.

"...real."

In the Fade tonight, his mother stood before him on quivering knees, bones showing through knit-together skin, dusty, and pale, and bloodied.

"Garrett," she—it creaked, staggering closer as Hawke reeled away, his back hitting the cold stone wall of the tomb they now stood in, "my little, weak boy," the space getting smaller and smaller as the thing-that-was-not-his-mother crumpled to its knees and continued its journey towards him, crawling now through a floor littered with detached limbs and torn entrails, "such a disappointment."

"Stop."

"Such a waste."

"Please—" There was no way out. Only darkness. Only it. "Stop—"

"I never loved you."

"STOP!"

Hawke fought through the numbness and forced his mana outwards in a burst of blinding electricity, banishing the apparition, toppling the walls, submerging the darkness in blinding white—

Only to come face to face with Anders' blank expression and empty eyes. Blinking measured, steady. Back straight as it never was, posture stiff and still, no hint of Anders' usual fidgeting.

"Hawke." A voice so perfectly emotionless. But still his. "I did tell you to kill me. If they'd ever make me Tranquil."

Hawke's hands shook, and his legs were all but giving out. With tremendous effort, he took a few steps back—and there was everywhere and anywhere to run in the spacious meadow that he recognized as the first place he and Anders had ever found themselves alone together, all those years back when tentative friendship simmered with something that turned out to be so much more. That turned out to be everything—

And in the Fade tonight, Hawke's everything was taken away.

The few steps he managed made no difference, and Anders was still there, so close and yet the furthest distance away, so familiar and yet a stranger that wouldn't—couldn't hear Hawke's whispered,

"Love, please."

"But I have no desire to die." Not-Anders went on, staring at his hands with a slight frown. Run, run, run, Hawke's mind screamed, stay, stay, STAY, the Fade seemed to command. "Hawke." Anders—Not-Anders looked up at Garrett, gaze sparking with the barest sheen of confusion. Hawke couldn't turn away, even when he did. The sunburst, and cloudy eyes, and Anders' chest pierced with the sharp end of Hawke's staff were right there before him no matter where he turned, no matter where he tried to run. "Why would you kill me?"

"No." Running was pointless. Closing his eyes changed nothing. Screaming only made Anders' voice louder, only made blankly spoken words of blame a roar of thunder in his mind, all-encompassing and damning. "NO!"

I would never.

"But you did."

This isn't real.

"It will be."

I'll keep you safe.

"Just like you did everyone else?"

STOP!

"Stop!" Hawke screamed.

"Stop—" the scream died in his throat as he awoke, chest heaving with rasping breaths, his whole body shivering from much more than the chill of sweat.

Hawke stumbled out of bed, not quite making it to the window and instead slumping to the floor and curling into himself, arms embracing his knees as he tried, and failed, and tried, and failed again to take a deeper breath. To blink the tears away, to cease the pathetic whimpers escaping his throat. Evidence of his weakness. The result of the misery he himself caused. Because he could have been faster, and he should have been stronger, and then he wouldn't have to carry the blame, and the fear, and the loneliness.

It took him a while to blink away those tears—and the remnants of the visions that still clawed at his mind through the Veil.

It took him a longer while to see it—the room, his and Anders' room. The faintest rays of burgeoning morning light trickling through the window. Not quite safe—never safe, in this city ripe with blood and subjugation—but quiet. Peaceful.

It took a yet longer while to hear the voice whispering words of comfort in his ear. To feel the hands rubbing his back and massaging his arms from behind, to feel the gentle pull of Anders' mana, the familiar energy of it weaving in coils of humming warmth to untangle the ragged chaos of Hawke's own.

"It was just a dream, love."

"I'm here."

"Everything's going to be all right."

But...

Barely anything was, at this point.

Hawke stayed silent, focusing on his breathing, forcing the fear that gripped him still, tight as a vice, to quell. Hesitant, he craned his neck to get a glimpse of his lover, and only the sight of a forehead free of the brand and marred only by frown lines made him sigh in relief.

Safe.

Alive.

Here.

(For now.)

"I'm sorry."

"There's no need to apologize, love."

"This is, what, the third time tonight?"

Anders hugged him tighter, his magic warm, so warm, so close. So soft as it hummed against Hawke's skin that he allowed himself to melt into the embrace, just a little.

"It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it?" Hawke snapped. "I can't—I'm a fucking mess, Anders."

"So?"

"So..." Hawke sighed, closed his eyes, then quickly opened them when the darkness yielded to more flashes of the nightmare. Of Anders not quite dead, yet gone. "So nothing."

"Love?"

"Fear," Hawke said, "and Despair. I think. They won't leave me alone. I can't... everybody dies. Keeps dying. And I can't do shit about it. I never can. You..." Hawke couldn't quite bring himself to say it. Couldn't share the pain of it—he never could—and as always, Anders didn't pressure him.

"Love, it's going to be all right," Anders promised instead, and Hawke couldn't pretend to believe him. Not now. Not as he was. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here."

But not for long.

Not forever, because Anders could never promise him that.

Because Hawke couldn't save him, just like he couldn't the rest of his family. Because even with Carver alive and with the Wardens, it's the younger Hawke set to die first because of the slow but unrelenting corruption. Because Garrett would likely lose Anders to the Taint sooner than to any templar's cruelty.

There was nothing he could do about it.

No more books left in his or any blasted libraries in this Maker-forsaken city to seek answers from.

No Tevene scholars, or Avvar nomads, or immortal Warden magi offering any answers that didn't involve blood magic and violent sacrifice.

No miracles, no hope.

He was so tense, all over, muscles locked in knots and old wounds tugging at his skin with phantom pains. The wide scar on his chest, from the Arishok's blade, seemed to prickle, and Hawke caught himself wondering, for the split flash of a second, if it would have been best, had he never survived that duel.

(Why do you get to live and I don't, Bethy had accused him in an earlier dream. He could come up with no reason good enough, only pathetic pleas to stop and ever more pathetic sobs when he failed to escape the twisted dreamscape.)

He was so fucking weak, and yet—

The tension did slip from his limbs, bit by bit, and the darker thoughts lightened as Anders began spinning a story, wild, and exciting, and bit ridiculous, as all his stories of his time adventuring with Hawke's cousin usually were. It was a familiar one, about Amell's disastrous attempt to tame an injured dragonling, much to Anders' annoyance. Two days and three nights spent healing it and training it to eat from Amell's hand without biting it off—and still, it ended up crying for and summoning its mother, much to Anders' total exasperation.

Anders' mana flared and sizzled whenever he got riled up, and Hawke couldn't help but press closer to him, all but using Anders' chest as a pillow and his mana as a blanket as they ended up lying on the floor, entangled, the bed and sleep forgotten for the while.

Tears were forgotten, too, as Anders' fervent complaining about his best friend's lack of brain matter inevitably made Hawke laugh.

Anders stopped in his tracks, a flash of surprise on his face, then promptly captured his smile with a kiss, soft and lingering. The sweetness of it a blissful reprieve from the crippling fear.

"Feeling better, love?" Anders murmured against Hawke's lips.

"Mm." Hawke nuzzled into his neck, trying to get as close as possible to the comforting warmth that was Anders' magic, that was Anders himself. "You magic—it makes me feel safe."

Another flare of the tingling heat of creationism followed the admission, as did another kiss, a gentle press of lips to the top of Hawke's head.

"You are safe," Anders said, and shallow as Garrett's smile still was, he found it in himself to pretend to believe him this time. He pressed feather-light kisses against Anders' neck, feeling the heartbeat there, breathing in the familiar scent of elfroot and the sharp, lyrium-like tang of the Fade.

Real.

Alive.

Here.

"We both are," Anders whispered.

Hawke chuckled darkly. "For now."

Anders carded a hand through Hawke's hair. Tender, comforting. "For now," he echoed, because Anders couldn't promise him forever.

But morning came, and so did yet another day with Anders beside him, both of them free still in a city of tightening chains.

And Maker damn it all, Hawke would fight for and cherish however long they'd get to have.

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crispin-kreme · 3 years

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Hii, omg, I'm not sure whether I'm doing this 'request-thing' right because I almost never interact with most blogs, but your admirable writing drew me in and I couldn't resist.

I actually wanted an enha ship. (This is gonna be difficult because I'm really bad at describing myself but I'll do my best.)

Some basic info abt me:

• I'm an 04 liner.

• Born in October, so I'm a Libra.

• My MBTI type is INFJ-T.

• Brown girl right here.

• I'm around 5'5, I have shoulder-length brown hair (slightly on the longer side).

• I have freckles (idk if this is important lmao) and I also wear glasses.

• My hobbies include singing (although I won't say 'no' to a night of just dancing it out), writing, playing video games and listening to music.

• I love walks in parks, a shopping endeavour, watching a sunset or a sunrise, going out for a 3 a.m fast food run or going on a late night drive.

Aight, so, I'm a bit of an introvert. At first, I find it very difficult to approach new people and if I feel that the conversation isn't going anywhere, it induces this anxiety inside. For this reason, I think I'd like to have an extroverted or an outgoing s/o. Because once I'm comfortable, I could have talks for hours on end.

Adding to this, I don't have a large number of friends but I enormously commit to those I hold dear in my heart.

I may have a pessimistic view about most things in life from time to time, but for the sake of my family and friends (and my mental health), I do a lot to keep the atmosphere cheerful and often act like a complete goofball to make others laugh. But, I also appreciate it when someone can make me laugh instead.

I love to get deep and vulnerable, being raw with your emotions is immensely helpful in the long run from my experience.

I think I also require some reassurance. I usually have these thoughts that I'm a burden and that I'm not going to be able to make it in the future, so just having someone there to hold me and distract me from my distress would be everything.

(Got too serious for a second there), I'm also kind of a romantic. Writing letters, designing birthday cards, hand-making gifts, I'm obsessed with both giving and receiving all of those caring gestures.

(This is getting way too long and I'm so, so sorry) But lastly, I can be clingy sometimes. I tend to backhug people a lot, especially when they're standing or doing work of their own. I just hang onto people like a koala whilst they continue with whatever they were doing. Simultaneously tho, I need my own time as well. My social battery gets drained quickly and I tend to stay holed up in my room for hours.

That's all (it was a lot and once again, I apologize) but I get carried away while writing 😅. I hope you're having a wonderful day/ night <33. (Your works are amazing!)

hi thanks for requesting!

i ship you with sunoo :D

introvert-extrovert romantic trope whoopie 🏃🏃. sunoo is very outgoing. yes he is a goofball at times too. he seems like the person to help you with new conversations. he will try to make you comfortable as possible!! sunoo wouldn’t like to see you think that you’re a burden so he will reassure you a lot and will hold you.

he will appreciate the gifts you give him. he would very much feel so appreciated. will give you some gifts also <33. doesn’t mind if you’re clingy yeehaw- i feel like he might be clingy as well KSJSJJSAK.

i hope you liked this!

#enhypen ships #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #thanks for requesting!

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shall-we-imagine · 4 years

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Together we go. (Werewolf!Caesar Raphael x Reader *AU*)

Lol it's never late to request I'm always late to write tho

Requested: 34. "Please don't do this." + 45. "I can't imagine this world without you." From this prompt list.

Genre: Raw angst 😂💯 happy ending though cuz I’m weak

Strap yourselves in cuz this is dramatic as shit and also I’m lowkey rusty sooooo yeah 😂

(First point of view)

Everytime our eyes meet, my insides twist in guilt. I can barely hold his gaze for longer than a few seconds.

“Can we please get some ice cream first?” Caesar gives me his usual puppy eyes- aka the most effective puppy eyes one could ever encounter. I can almost see his tail wagging behind him in excitement.

I giggle at the cute nature of the scene. “Of course.”

He grins, immediately grabbing my arm and rushing to the ice cream truck. I do my best to keep up with him and not break my face on the asphalt.

It was Caesar’s first time at a theme park, and he was overflowing with happiness to say the least; he genuinely resembled a large puppy.

Though Caesar always insists that the puppy/dog comparisons I make are only because I knew of his identity, I'm pretty sure it's way beyond the fact that he's a werewolf. Caesar just behaves like an oversized puppy, whether he believes it or not.

"Mmhm! It's so good!" Caesar's eyes widened at the sweet flavour of his chocolate ice cream. Part of me was worried he'd collapse and I'd have to rush him to the hospital, but from the looks of it, werewolves can apparently eat chocolate. "How's yours?" He smiled at me. God that smile kills me.

"O-oh, it's nice!" I took the spoon into my mouth, unnecessarily trying to prove my statement.

His stare lingered, but before I could ask him about it, he sheepishly spills out a question. "Can I..um..can I try it?" He pointed to the paper cup in my hand.

Giggling in awe, I immediately scooped up the ice cream into my plastic spoon. "Sure." I moved my hand closer to him, expecting him to take the spoon, but instead, he leaned his head closer, taking the spoon into his mouth directly. My cheeks heat up at the small gesture, and I subconsciously start looking around to make sure we haven't attracted anyone's attention.

"Oh! It's really good too! What is this one?" Caesar's eyes gleam in fascination, as if discovering a whole new world, which in a way he was. He'd already explained how strict the pack is about interacting with humans and their world, hence his isolation from the pack after violating that rule. To be with me. And there I was, refusing to give up my group's approval.

"(Y/N)? Why do you keep zoning out today? Is something wrong?" His eyebrows furrow in concern, further engraving the guilt onto my heart.

"I'm just a little tired; don't worry about it." I do my best to give him a reassuring smile, but I suspect that only made him even more worried. "Come on, let's get in line for the ferris wheel." I pull him towards the giant ride.

Caesar stares upwards, "Woah."

"You're not scared of heights, are you?" I smile.

"I've never been that high before," he points to the top of the wheel, "but it does look a bit scary."

"Don't worry; it'll be fun." I take his hand in mine, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze.

By the time we reach the front of the line, we were both done with our ice cream and were just anticipating the ride.

The blond helps you onto the wobbly cabin and climbs inside after you're seated.

The second the small doors shut behind him, the colourful cabin moves upwards, causing Caesar to lose balance. He screams and drops to the ground, curling into a ball in fear.

I softly place a hand on his shoulder, "Caesar, it's fine. It...does that." I chuckle.

His expression softens. Sure enough, he lets me help him off the floor and onto the seat, where he's finally able to take a look at the view beneath us.

His beautiful green eyes widen in admiration, "It's not scary at all. It's very...pretty...just like you." He turns to smile at me, but I immediately avert my gaze shyly.

He takes my hand in his, "I love being with you; you make me happy."

The sincere look in his eyes drew me in, and before I knew it, my bottom lip starts quivering. "I- yeah, me too."I gulp, gluing my eyes elsewhere. I could no longer hold his gentle gaze.

Silence follows for a few moments.

Softly taking place beneath my chin, fingertips guide my face towards their owner, "(Y/N)? Why won't you look at me?" His concerned gaze almost burns holes in my face.

I let out a nervous laugh and take his hand in mine, "What do you mean? I'm just enjoying the view. Look; you can see the ocean from here!"

Caesar forces a weak smile, "Yeah, it's nice."

________

"(Y/N), are you sure we're not lost? I can't hear any cars ahead of us..." After walking through the woods for a bit, Caesar starts getting suspicious about whether we're actually using a shortcut to the bus station.

Hesitation and guilt take turns abusing my mind and heart. "Y-yes, Caesar. Just keep following me." I try to control my breathing rate and calm down.

The closer I get to the spot, the heavier my feet feel, the harder it is to push myself forward. "I can't do this." I drop to the ground and pull out my pocket knife.

"What do you mea-(Y/N), what the fuck are you doing?!" His statement was cut off by his own terrified yell. He drops to the ground and tries to pull away my weapon.

Having already dug the sharp edge into my forearm, I was disappointed by how difficult it is to actually find the tracking device. "Tracking device, Caesar! They'll find us; I need to take it out!" I kick the blond away, as I continue to search through my own flesh for the tiny device. The pain was unbearable, but it wouldn't compare to losing Caesar.

Blood dripped everywhere, making it even harder to see. "Fuck." I pant.

"It's not working." Tears hinder my vision, "Caesar, get out of here! As quick as you can!" The confusion on his face screamed in my face that it's my fault- all of it. "Please..." my voice cracks.

"No, (Y/N), I'm not going anywhere without you. Who are we running from? What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything!" He snatches the knife away and stuffs it in his pocket, the blood making a mess of his clothes in the process.

I push him away with my uninjured arm, "There's no time; please, just leave." Desperation hung at every word, yet he remained unmoved.

"Get up. We're leaving together." He tries to help me up, but I pull my arm away.

"They'll track us down, Caesar! The device is still in there!" I yell. "Please, I'm begging you; just leave before it's too late." I push him again, but he doesn't budge.

"(Y/N), we either leave together or die together; I'm not going anywhere without you whether you like it or not." The serious expression on his face is one I've never seen on him before; he's determined and stubborn, and I knew it.

I shake my head, "No, Caesar, you don't understand; I-"

"Was supposed to kill me, but you felt guilty; I know." He finished my statement, leaving me in a state of shock and shame.

"How- what? You know?" Realizing his lack of resistance, I fall into more confusion, "Well...why did you follow me here? You didn't know I'd feel guilty; I could've killed you!"

"But you didn't." Smirking, he shrugs.

"Caesar, I'm serious..." I stare at him with pleading eyes.

He sighs, "Well, I figured if the person I love the most wants to kill me then that's it; that's how I go."

"You came with me knowing you'll die?!" I cry.

"Well, I had hope you'd change your mind; I knew the love I'd felt with you wasn't fake. I felt your love...And well, I dunno about you humans, but wolves don't go killing wolves they love." He chuckles. "And if you'd killed me, well, I'd still choose that over escaping. I can't imagine this world without you."

"You're such a dumbass." I laugh lightly, but my smile drops at the sight of of something hitting Caesar’s neck.

And before I realize what's happening, He is hyperventilating as he grasps his neck, eyes terrifyingly wide; if I dIdn't know better, I'd think he was choking himself.

I rip out the tiny needle from his neck in panic, but it doesn't stop him from gasping for air, drool trickling down his chin uncontrollably. His eyes start to roll back, but he seems to be trying to hold onto what's left of his conscious mind, "Caesar! Caesar, stay with me!" Sobbing, I begin to shake him violently, but it takes mere moments before he drops to the ground.

The sound of footsteps slowly approaching hammers realization into my terrified brain, "W-why?"

"Girl, he's not dead yet; he's temporarily paralyzed." Kate rolls her eyes, but a warning follows through gritted teeth, "We're making the killing easier for you, so don't make this any harder for us."

"He's not a monster..." I shake my head, desperately pleading for his life, "He doesn't even belong to a pack; he's harmless!"

"Take out your knife, (Y/N)." She warns while the rest of the hunters watch me expectantly.

I look down at Caesar, whose eyes barely held any life in them. No way is he getting up any time soon, and my left arm has already gone limp. We stood no chance. This is it; this is how we die. And it's all my fault.

More warnings follow, but my eyes spot a tall man hiding nearby; he was clearly watching the conflict unfold.

When our eyes met, he put his index finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet, which I do. I was gonna die anyway; I have nothing to lose, listening to random forest man.

Smirking at my obedience, he gracefully spreads his hand open in the direction of the hunters.

Within a second, they all drop their weapons to clutch their head in their hands, blocking their ears like they couldn't stand a very loud sound. A loud sound you can't hear.

Eventually they all fall to the ground, hands still covering their ears. That's when the stranger decides to step out of his hiding spot.

He slowly makes his way towards me and Caesar. I don't know if it's the blood I've lost or the intense gaze of the man, but everything begins spinning before going completely black.

________

"Did you hear me?! I said shoot him!" Kate screams.

Confusion consumes my every inch, "W-what?"

"Are you deaf?" She holds up her gun, aiming at my head. "Shoot him."

I slowly turn to look at where she motioned with a slight tilt of her chin. My shaky hands were clutching a gun aimed at a terrified Caesar on the ground. "Caesar?"

"Please, don't do this." Trembling, he shakes his head. "I love you. I would never hurt you; you know that." His teary eyes were hypnotizing; I couldn't look away for a reason I couldn't explain. I just stood still- and stared.

“I...I don’t understand...” I lower the gun I knew I didn’t even have on me before.

“Please, I’m begging you.” Caesar pleads.

I observe my surroundings in utter bewilderment. The number of hunters bacame overwhelmingly threatening; I didn’t know there were that many of them. So many faces I couldn’t recognize.

Before I could plan my next move, the sound of a gun shot rips through the air.

My head snaps towards Caesar. His fear-stricken, watery eyes stare back into mine lifelessly.

My lips quiver, as I scan his body for the wound.

Till I found it where I didn’t expect to.

Hot, thick liquid trickles down my face, blurring my vision in the process. My fingers reach for my forehead, allowing me a chance at comprehending the situation.

I’d been shot.

As if the realization was my cue, I watch everything spin out of focus till I completely lose consciousness.

_________

I gasp, immediately shooting out of bed, almost slamming my head against the stranger’s.

“Jeez, the potion sure is quick.” The man mumbles to himself.

“Potion?” I wipe my forehead, just to see a gooey, yellow substance dripping off my fingers. It was a dream?

“(Y/N)!” I find myself engulfed into a warm, tight embrace.

“Caesar.” I breathe out in relief, giving into the hug.

“Wait! The tracking device-” Before I could fully push away Caesar, the man speaks up.

“Already planted it on a rat; it’s gone forever.” He gives a smile I could only interpret as him being proud of his own intelligence.

“I don’t know how to thank you...How do I return the favor? Ask me for anything!”

“It’s a bit funny for you to think I’d need anything from you.” Seemingly offended, the man rolls his eyes and sips his tea.

“He’s a bit...uh...timid?” Caesar whispers to me, hinting he’d already tried to thank the man while I was out of it.

“I already put a healing spell on your arm; there will be no scarring, but I’d rather you keep the bandages for a few more hours.” He glances down at my bandaged arm.

“Thank you...again.” I nod. “A healing spell though...are you a wizard?” My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

The stranger sighs. “Surely you can’t be that dense.”

“I think that’s a yes.” Caesar looks at me in slight uncertainty.

Another sigh. “Azusa Kuze, wizard from Hinomoto, nice to meet you. Anything else you wanna butt into?” He uses a slightly high pitched, cheery voice to ensure we understood he was mocking us.

“Uh, no, we’re good I think.” Caesar chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head.

“Good.” He diverts his attention to the huge book on his wooden dining table.

“Um, well, I guess we’ll be going now, right, Caesar?”

“Uh, yes. Thank you again, Mr. Hinomoto Wizard Azusa Kuze.” Caesar bows.

The wizard scowls but shakes his head dismissively “Yeah, um, you’re welcome.”

The second we step outside the small cottage, we both let out breaths we didn’t seem to know we were holding.

“Well, that was a strange day.” I state.

“Yeah.” Caesar nods. “Wanna get some more ice cream?”

I grin, “You know it.”

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