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An Angel's Respite (Chapter Fifteen)
Alexander has been through a lot.
At least he likes to think he has.
He's been through strife and wars, betrayals and enemies, foe turned to friend just to turn back to foe after the battle was won, even lost an arm for getting the courage to finally fight in a cause he believes in.
However this was something new.
And Alexander would be lying if he said he didn't feel betrayed the first morning he couldn't find Hester, Wilbur fussing around as Alexander turned the house upside down trying to find anything on where Hester went.
After night three.
He found him.
Looking weak and broken, Alexander didn't know whether he should laugh or cry at the pitiful sight of this excuse of a human being, passed out in the snow looking like he had gone through hell and barely made it back.
Hester's face was pale and looked oddly like the first time Alexander saved him—scruffy, but not injured, no cuts or new scars were on him at least any Alexander could find and his breathing was perfect, pulse as well. He just seemed exhausted, He let Hester take the bed.
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It was foolish to trust him anyways.
You thought you could learn from this stupid bird?
You have just wasted your time and resources just like we said from the beginning!
I was starting to tolerate him too, what a shame.
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"Shut your mouth." He said tiredly, he didn't understand why he was so angry—he felt like he had been betrayed, why? Hester hadn't hurt him, didn't go back on his word, or even lie to him.
Hester did nothing wrong,
But it felt like he did.
Everytime Alexander saw him. He could feel his hands tightened shaking slightly, it bothered him so much to be hurt over something so little. This was tiny compared to what he's seen in his life. Watching allies die in his arms, to being the one to make the killing blow to people he used to call companions. He looked up at the sky trying to gauge the time, it was around midnight maybe a little before maybe after—it didn't matter much.
He was shivering slightly from the cold—he didn't need anything outside, he had water, wood and food he just needed to get away from people. People and their complex emotions Alexander could never understand in a million years—even he, himself confused at what he should feel at the moment.
He weaved past a large pine tree and saw the silhouette of a house—his house—that even with people inside felt so very lonely.
He opened the front door going to the ground floor, it was littered with books and loose parchments scattered around the room like a blizzard swept through Alexander throw down his axe and cloak on the nearest spot on the table that wasn't entirely covered by something—luckily most items were on the floor.
Alexander climbed up the ladder swinging the first trapdoor not turning to see Hester he could hear him gently breathing and knowing Wilbur's laying comfortable on top of him, he swung the other one leading to his sleeping quarters. Once his head felt the soft pillow he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.
He dreamed of betrayals, watching the life drain from old allies faces, and days of waking up so very alone.
It had been a few days.
Hester noticed the change.
Mostly from Alexander not saying a single word to Hester or Wilbur, he took it surprisingly well Alexander spending more time brewing potions—most days eating there trying desperately to stay away from them like they had some sort of disease.
But the first sign of an earthquake, starts with a fissure
The first one was very small.
It had been three days of Alexander not using his voice until Hester finally tried to talk to him, really talk to him.
"Hey mate," Hester said gingerly—gently, one evening descending the ladder. "I've noticed you have been quiet for a little bit." He said—like he was talking to a different species, one he was not entirely sure could understand what he was saying. "I was just wondering if everything's fine." Alexander didn't reply, just continued crushing willow weed not even acknowledging Hester's presents or his question.
Alexander heard the roar of laughter as the monsters watched the scene unfold around them, mostly mocking Hester calling him a 'bird' or 'pray' if...
At least he likes to think he has.
He's been through strife and wars, betrayals and enemies, foe turned to friend just to turn back to foe after the battle was won, even lost an arm for getting the courage to finally fight in a cause he believes in.
However this was something new.
And Alexander would be lying if he said he didn't feel betrayed the first morning he couldn't find Hester, Wilbur fussing around as Alexander turned the house upside down trying to find anything on where Hester went.
After night three.
He found him.
Looking weak and broken, Alexander didn't know whether he should laugh or cry at the pitiful sight of this excuse of a human being, passed out in the snow looking like he had gone through hell and barely made it back.
Hester's face was pale and looked oddly like the first time Alexander saved him—scruffy, but not injured, no cuts or new scars were on him at least any Alexander could find and his breathing was perfect, pulse as well. He just seemed exhausted, He let Hester take the bed.
«»«»«»«»«»
It was foolish to trust him anyways.
You thought you could learn from this stupid bird?
You have just wasted your time and resources just like we said from the beginning!
I was starting to tolerate him too, what a shame.
«»«»«»«»«»
"Shut your mouth." He said tiredly, he didn't understand why he was so angry—he felt like he had been betrayed, why? Hester hadn't hurt him, didn't go back on his word, or even lie to him.
Hester did nothing wrong,
But it felt like he did.
Everytime Alexander saw him. He could feel his hands tightened shaking slightly, it bothered him so much to be hurt over something so little. This was tiny compared to what he's seen in his life. Watching allies die in his arms, to being the one to make the killing blow to people he used to call companions. He looked up at the sky trying to gauge the time, it was around midnight maybe a little before maybe after—it didn't matter much.
He was shivering slightly from the cold—he didn't need anything outside, he had water, wood and food he just needed to get away from people. People and their complex emotions Alexander could never understand in a million years—even he, himself confused at what he should feel at the moment.
He weaved past a large pine tree and saw the silhouette of a house—his house—that even with people inside felt so very lonely.
He opened the front door going to the ground floor, it was littered with books and loose parchments scattered around the room like a blizzard swept through Alexander throw down his axe and cloak on the nearest spot on the table that wasn't entirely covered by something—luckily most items were on the floor.
Alexander climbed up the ladder swinging the first trapdoor not turning to see Hester he could hear him gently breathing and knowing Wilbur's laying comfortable on top of him, he swung the other one leading to his sleeping quarters. Once his head felt the soft pillow he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.
He dreamed of betrayals, watching the life drain from old allies faces, and days of waking up so very alone.
It had been a few days.
Hester noticed the change.
Mostly from Alexander not saying a single word to Hester or Wilbur, he took it surprisingly well Alexander spending more time brewing potions—most days eating there trying desperately to stay away from them like they had some sort of disease.
But the first sign of an earthquake, starts with a fissure
The first one was very small.
It had been three days of Alexander not using his voice until Hester finally tried to talk to him, really talk to him.
"Hey mate," Hester said gingerly—gently, one evening descending the ladder. "I've noticed you have been quiet for a little bit." He said—like he was talking to a different species, one he was not entirely sure could understand what he was saying. "I was just wondering if everything's fine." Alexander didn't reply, just continued crushing willow weed not even acknowledging Hester's presents or his question.
Alexander heard the roar of laughter as the monsters watched the scene unfold around them, mostly mocking Hester calling him a 'bird' or 'pray' if...
