A Little Magic in a Word Called Love (Bloodbunny x Zanabane)

[Zanabane]

 

Name: Lucien Tempest

 

Physical Traits: A human with emerald green eyes and dark brown hair. He tends to wear a lot of leather, generally appearing in a leather jacket, a black dress shirt, black pants, and long leather boots. He will sometimes wear a black hooded cloak. Tall, about 6'5", relatively muscular. 23 years old. Always keeps a knife on hand.

 

Personality: Lucien is dark, quiet, and depressive. While an introvert who tends not to enjoy socializing, he loves all creatures and hates to see a living being suffering. Lucien is powerful, feared, and protective, yet he despises violence.

 

Background: Lucien does not remember what happened to his family. He was raised in an orphanage and eventually made his way to the small, secluded village in which he now lives. He is considered the village doctor. Lucien is an herbalist, but he does have some training in modern medicine. He lives alone in a small house on the very outskirts of the village, surrounded by the garden he has dedicated his life to.

 

 

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The night will be cold, he mused.

Lucien gazed up at the treetops above him, bright golden in the autumn sunset. Frost speckled the path he walked, creating a crisp crunching noise that resounded through the silent forest with each step he took. He reached out one hand to touch a fern in his path. The leaves trembled under his gentle fingertips. A star-shaped leaf the color of dried blood flitted gracefully from the sky and landed on the fern. Lucien held the dead leaf between his fingertips. Everything dies, he thought, turning the leaf around in his finger tips.

 

Lucien hated autumn. He could almost feel the agony of the trees around him as their leaves died, slowly, painfully.

 

Lucien stood up and continued his trek. He often wondered why he hiked in the autumn. Autumn depressed him, and he felt that there was no need to roam about in these fields of suffering, these orange forests. Yet every day at sunset, he pulled on his boots, slid the warm cloak around his shoulders, and strolled onward as the day turned to night.

 

He shivered slightly as a freezing wind struck his face and his breath was clearly visible in front of him. Yet he trudged on, into the dusk, his mind too occupied to acknowledge his discomfort.

 

He allowed himself a smile as a squirrel skittered across his path. Hurry on, little guy. It could snow any minute, he thought to himself.

 

Onward, onward. He followed the winding path as it curled like a snake around a grove of sycamore trees. Turning the corner, he stopped suddenly. There, among the roots of a great sequoia, lay a small heap of a creature, surrounded by a significant pool of blood. Eyes widening in horror, Lucien raced toward the tree and knelt down at its roots beside the trembling body.

[Bloodbunny]

 

Name:Flint Faxton

 

Appearance: Flint his rather short and fragile looking,his hair is snow white but the barely compares to his bright yellow eyes.Flint usually wears an extremely over sized dress shirt and a pair of beaten short shorts,he usually walks around bare foot.His age is unknown due to the fact of his extremely slow ageing rate.

 

Personality: Flint loves to adventure around by himself but is rather shy when it comes to meeting or talking to people in general,he's also very curious which usually gets him into trouble,but over all he's very kind and a gentle creature.

 

Background: Flint has always been raised in the woods by the animals around there,he was a closed case of a missing child from many years ago surely before the boy could remember,Flint is now the guardian of the forest and looks over it and all the animals in it like they once did for him.

 

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The weather was so hash the cold stricken boy thought as he layed against the roots of the sequoia which almost appeared as if they were trying to lift themselves up and out of the ground and coil around the shivering boy.

 

Flint began to hear the footsteps growing closer fear boiling up in the small boy's body as the sound of the clicking on the beaten stone path began to grow louder as the unknown creature grew closer,and closer.Suddenly the clicking grew rapidly in speed the spacing once between the clicks was barely there any more.

'Whats happening?'Flint thought to himself as he heard the clicking getting closer then it finally stopped,spiking the boy's interest he slowly lifted his head wondering why the clicking had stopped.Flint was stricken with fear as he saw the tall male kneeling beside him and shut his eyes burying his face into his arm with a whine as the bear trap tryed to force itself deeper into his ankle causing him to let out a pained whine.

[Zanabane]

After a second-long survey of the situation, Lucien discovered the cause of the deer-boy's agony. Reaching into his cloak, he gazed at the boy as he pulled out his long knife. With the precision of a surgeon, he slid the shiny tip into the rusty bolt holding the trap together. After a few turns of the blade, the metal mouth broke into two razor-sharp halves, one clattering to the ground while the other stayed firmly rooted in the snow-haired boy's ankle. Laying his hand gently against the deer-boy's leg, Lucien forced the teeth embedded in his skin to yield, and soon the dismembered trap, covered in blood and flesh, was thrown down onto the ground.

 

Gritting his teeth in anger as he searched the nearby plants with his eyes, Lucien could barely conceal his rage. He could feel the hatred boiling in his blood, so hot that it felt as though it was searing his skin. All he could think about was killing the piece of scum who left that trap here. Lucien wanted nothing more than to cause as much pain to the trap setter as the trap had caused to this innocent boy. His vision blurred with hatred.

 

There! Lucien snapped out of his rage-induced panic as his eyes settled on a gargantuan plant with thick leaves that curled like spoons. He stood up and followed the sight of the plant.

 

He broke off several head-sized leaves with a pop. Kneeling next to the deer-boy again, he sliced open a leaf and let the thick juice inside ooze onto the boy's wound.

[Bloodbunny]

Flint didn't understand why he could just rip apart the bear trap with his hands and release his injured foot was stuck with in a bear trap and grew worried,Flints deer like ears pointed downwards as the other pulled out a long knife what surprised him more was that he wasn't going to hurt him with it he was trying to.set him free.Flint whinced as the bear trap was split in half was still in his ankle but not for long for the other placed his hand on Flints leg and removed the trap and thrower it aside.

 

Flint whinced and looked away as he reached for his ankle and tryed to numb the paid not understanding why the other was so enraged was it something that he had done perhaps?Flint felt the thick liquid ooze onto his wound which soon seeped into the would causing him to whine in pain and try to stand up it was rather sad like watching a newborn deer try to walk for the first time.

[Zanabane]

Lucien stood up quickly to balance him.

"Don't try to walk. You're badly injured, and you're freezing," Lucien cautioned in a low tone, grasping the deer-boy's shoulder to stop him. As his fingertips closed around the boy's shoulder, he could feel a strange warmth coming over him. The boy's shoulder was so fragile. Letting his eyes wander, Lucien was overcome with the other's beauty. His snow-white hair reflecting the rising moon, the starlight pooling in his eyes...

 

With a start, Lucien noticed how dark it had become. Just as he suspected, the temperature had dropped to an ungodly low degree. Realizing that this boy was not at all in the condition to survive the night, Lucien spoke.

 

"Let me take you to my home. There I will be able to properly treat your wound," looking into his eyes, Lucien continued, "You're small. Let me carry you." Lucien knelt down in front of the boy, motioning for him to get on his back.

[Bloodbunny]

Flint leaned onto the other male instinctively.

"M-my ankle hurts....." Flint spoke softly feeling the other grasp his shoulder causing him to flinch slightly,once he noticed the other had fallen silence and seemed to be distracted by something he instantly felt the urge to know what was wrong.

"Is something wrong?" Flint looked the other in the eyes as be spoke to him,Flint shivered feeling the cold air flowing through his shirt and across his skin making him cold more then before.

"Where is your home?" Flint question the other as he got onto his back and was almost immediately amazed by how high up he was he felt as if he could touch the clouds from up there it truly was a wonderful feeling.

[Zanabane]

"I will treat your ankle. You will be okay."

Lucien smiled as the boy climbed onto his back. He braced himself yet stood up with unexpected ease. The boy was so small and light. Lucien held his trembling body against him.

"It's not far. It's warm there."

Lucien trekked through the frost, walking briskly. The moon dappled the leaves around them, speckling the entire forest with a radiant luminescence. He trudged through a particularly dark part of the forest, his mind alert, eyes scanning for danger. When the canopy of treetops opened up again to the sea of light from the sky, Lucien relaxed and again quickened his step.

 

Lucien adored the feeling of the boy's weight on his back. He loved the feeling of another living being depending on him. For this fleeting moment, Lucien felt a rush of joy. He had rescued this beautiful boy. It felt surreal.

 

Soon a neat cottage could be seen in the distance. The forest of flowers and herbs surrounding it was bathed in the moon's ethereal light, making the dwelling look more like a fairy kingdom than a botanist's simple home.

 

As they approached the cabin, Lucien spoke in a tone gentler than any he had ever heard himself use before.

 

"I am Lucien. What is your name?"

[Bloodbunny]

Flint nodded softly not saying much due to his shyness,he letted out a small gasp as he was picked up with ease.

"Warm?" He questioned the other not knowing what he was meaning by it was warm there,and where was 'there'? Soon enough Flint was distracted by the beautiful scenery he had never seen anything like it before all moon lit the dewdrips appeared to be glowing.Flint slowly began to relaxed and began to slowly drift off he had grew too comforted by the others males warmth radiating off his body.

 

Flint began to stirr and finally woke up noticing the cabin in the distance and forest of flowers and herbs surrounding it as the moonlight shine upon it,Flint snapped out of the trance as he heard the other ask what his name was.

"Oh...u..uh my..name...is.Flint."Flint spoke nervously his cheeks tinted a pale pink in embarrassment.

[Zanabane]

Flint. What an odd name, Lucien thought to himself as they approached the cottage. Entering through the creaky door, Lucien gently set Flint down on a soft bed. He pulled a warm pastel-blue blanket over Flint and disappeared further into the cabin. Upon reappearing, carrying a medical box, he knelt beside Flint's feet. Carefully picking up the injured foot, Lucien rummaged around the medical box and pulled out a small syringe. After attaching a fresh needle to the syringe, he slowly injected the numbing fluid into Flint's lower leg.

 

"This will take a minute or two to take effect," he spoke softly, gazing into Flint's eyes. After a moment, he again left the room. This time he returned with an armful of kindling, and, taking a quick look to make sure Flint was still there, began to arrange the wood in the fireplace in front of the bed Flint lay on. Lighting a match and throwing it expertly among the logs, the brick fireplace lit ablaze, soaking the room in warmth.

 

After stepping back to look at the flames, Lucien again knelt beside Flint. Lifting his injured foot once more, Lucien began to clean the wound with a cloth soaked in an antibacterial fluid. When the wound was thoroughly cleansed, he threaded a needle. Pressing his face close to Flint's foot to see the injury better, Lucien smoothly stitched the skin together. Upon finishing the task, Lucien wrapped Flint's ankle in gauze and stood up to survey the situation. Pleased with his work, he this time knelt beside Flint's head. Gazing gently at the deer-boy, Lucien smiled.

 

"How does that feel?" he whispered. Lucien lay his hand on Flint's forehead, checking for fever. "Are you hungry?"

[Bloodbunny]

Flint allowed the pastel blue blanket to consume him as he sat on the bed as he watched the other leave to soon come back with a odd box with a cross on it.Flints thoughts were disrupted as Lucien picked up one of his tiny feet in his large warm hands before pulling out an odd pointed object out of the box.Flint letted out a whimper as the needle was injected into his skin Flint was quickly having second thoughts of allowing the other male to bring him to this place.

 

Flint quivered his skin still cold to the touch,he watched in amazement as the other threw some logs into the fire causing it to began to burn strongly once again.Flint noticed the second the other lifted his leg up holding his foot up while cleaning it with something that began to make his skin itch and sting causing him to sqwerm. Flint continued to whine and whimper as the other stitched his ankle back together,tiny tears gathering in the boys eyes.

Once the other was done Flint was completely bursted into tears unable to respond to the others questions.

[Zanabane]

Taken aback by Flint's whimpers, Lucien quickly stood up. He longed to hold the small creature, to rock him to sleep on his lap, to calm his crying and wipe the crystal tears from his cheeks as they cascaded down his face, a delicate waterfall.

"H-hey...don't cry..." he spoke gently instead, the fear and suspicion in Flint's eyes breaking Lucien's heart. "There won't be any more pain, okay? You're safe now."

 

Reaching into his medical box, Lucien pulled out an ice pack wrapped in a towel. Placing Flint's injured foot delicately onto a squishy pillow and covering the sore ankle with the cool towel. After the task was completed, Lucien knelt down beside Flint and stared down at the floor. He wanted badly to speak to the boy, to hear his song-like voice. His voice reminded Lucien of the spring; it was the very essence of blooming flowers and chirping birds, fluttering dragonflies, and the calls small animals. His voice was like a lonesome bell, a single high note carried slowly through the night on a lazy spring breeze. His voice was the scent of sweet spring air, filled with petals, pollen, and cottonwood snow, the whispers of trees as they rustled in the forest, exchanging secrets amongst themselves that no other soul would ever know. His voice was the peace that Lucien had always desperately craved, a heavenly peace that didn't belong on this earth.

 

Fly away, fawn, from this wretched place. Sprout your soul's wings and fly apace. The birds and the moths will show you the way, this death-filled world is no place for you to stay.

 

But Flint was obviously not in the mood to talk, so Lucien stood up, shutting the poem off in his head. He turned and began to head towards the back of the house. I'll make us tea, he thought.

[Bloodbunny]

Flint bit his thumb in instinct.

"D-do you promise?" Flint sniffed clearing up this nose,Flint watched as the larger male reached into his medical box and pulled out a weird squishy thing that soon came in contact with his skin causing him to jump slightly but he soon relaxed slightly as his foot was placed into the weird soft and squishy thing,it didn't feet bad but it caused a lot of uncertainty.

 

Flint watched as the other knelt beside him,Lucien looked as if he were completely consumed by his thoughts as if he were lost within a deep sea of thoughts and doubt.Finally curiosity got to the little fawn and he began to soft ask the other a question.

"Lucien?What's wrong?" Flint said softly as he looked over at the thought consumed male.

[Zanabane]

"Huh?" Lucien gasped as Flint spoke. He had not expected him to respond. He stared into the fawn's twinkling eyes. "I promise. no one will hurt you now," he whispered delicately. He gazed at Flint's small antlers, wondering about his age. He was innocent, an unmarred dove, a shard of snow flitting precariously in the breeze, subject to even the slightest changes in the wind, a tiny sailboat drifting in a wayward direction, slave to the winds and water currents, too fragile to even touch. So Lucien dared not touch him.

 

"Uh?" Lucien was all the more shocked when Flint asked what was wrong. This inquiry brought a smile to Lucien's face and his eyes flickered with happiness. It was the first time Flint had said his name.

 

"Nothing's wrong, Flint. I was just thinking. I was...worried about you," Lucien's eyes softened as he watched the boy. "How are you feeling?"

[Bloodbunny]

Flint smiled slightly.

"Good."he layed back onto the bed and relaxed a bit more.

" A bit better I'm not cold anymore and I can feel my body."Flint said happily reaching his hand out to touch the others hand his skin soft like fleece warmed by the fire place.

"Are they're anymore of your kind around here?" Flint said before sitting up once again and glancing around the room.

 

"What are we going to do tomorrow?" He asked curiously his ears twitching irritated my a breeze that slipped through the walls of the cabin.

[Zanabane]

He definitely recovered quickly, Lucien thought. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Does your ankle still hurt? Do you feel sick at all--?" Lucien's interrogation was interrupted by the feeling of Flint's hand against his. The skin felt as if it hadn't touched anything rougher than a feather; it was so soft. No signs of the harsh world had touched this little fawn. He was a delicate rose petal, and Lucien made up his mind to not let that beauty wither.

 

"My...kind?" Lucien was startled by the inquiry. "Oh, right, humans. This cabin is at the edge of a small hamlet. A tiny village of humans. There are a couple hundred of us here." Lucien was equally surprised as Flint quickly sat up, a complete turnaround from his fragile condition only a few minutes earlier.

 

Lucien was even more taken aback by the next question. Tomorrow? Lucien smiled to himself. And here he thought this fawn would barely make it through the night. Maybe Flint wasn't as delicate and sensitive as he had so quickly assumed. He was already implying that they lived together, and that they were going to do things together. We, he thought. He liked that word. The feeling of teamwork and interdependence, a feeling he had never himself understood before.

 

"Tomorrow?" He responded. "Tomorrow I should probably take you back to your home. Where you live." He paused a moment, remembering with sorrow in his eyes that he had to let this wild creature go back to its natural habitat, then, "Are you hungry?"

[Bloodbunny]

Flint nodded softly.

"Yeah it does..." He looked up at the other a puzzled expression apon his face after he stopped speaking ,Lucien didn't finish his sentence but instead answered the next question.

 

He seemed slightly startled by the others lack of knowledge of other species.

"Humans....." Flint observed the others large hand playing with the fingers gently bending and moving them around in curiosity.

"Flint hasn't seen anymore creatures like Flint." He spoke in third person nipping gently at the others knuckles with his dull teeth creating tiny barely notice able marks across the others hand.

 

Flint giggled softly.

"I live in the forest I just need to outside this wooden box." He spoke referring to the cabin that they were inside of.

[Zanabane]

Lucien smiled, his cold heart warmed by the fawn. "If your ankle starts to bother you too much, I can give you some tea to help the pain..." His eyes softened as he felt Flint nibbling his knuckles. He reached his other hand up to stroke Flint's snowy hair. "I haven't seen any more creatures like you, either."

He pondered on Flint's answer to his question. He felt that he should cook something for the little animal. What do deer-humans even eat?

Lucien blinked, realizing that his mind was likely moving too fast for the disoriented deer-boy. He stared at Flint's tiny hands. The night fell around them, the cabin quickly swallowed in a moonless darkness. The fire crackled and spit, illuminating the men's faces with a soft glow.

"A wood box?" Lucien had never thought about it before. He paused, looking about. "You're right. Humans live in wooden boxes." He chuckled. Humans are strange creatures, he thought. Wooden boxes are safe. Wooden boxes are warm...for that we trade freedom. Lucien pondered this, staring up at the ceiling. Shaking his head to snap out of his trance, he gazed again at Flint. "I'll make you food. What do you like to eat?"

[Bloodbunny]

Flint raised an eyebrow at the offer.

"What's a tea?" The fawn questioned before leaning into the touch of the other male as he began petting his snow white hair enjoying the sensation of being petted.While the other seemed to be distracted by his own thoughts Flint took a branch of flowers of off of the plant beside them and began to chew on it gently his tiny teeth grinding agansit the branch noticeably.

"So all humans live in wooden boxes?" Flint dropped the plant by accident.

"I'm eating that thing next to your bed already though."

[Bloodbunny]

Flint raised an eyebrow at the offer.

"What's a tea?" The fawn questioned before leaning into the touch of the other male as he began petting his snow white hair enjoying the sensation of being petted.While the other seemed to be distracted by his own thoughts Flint took a branch of flowers of off of the plant beside them and began to chew on it gently his tiny teeth grinding agansit the branch noticeably.

"So all humans live in wooden boxes?" Flint dropped the plant by accident.

"I'm eating that thing next to your bed already though."