1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-10-11 16:51:07
He raised an eyebrow at Ques, "What? You dont want to add some to the soup?" He asked, clearly confused on why someone would willingly eat a soup of only vegetation. "Listen, I'm not sure if you want to tell me. Usually people only do things like this for greed, and although I dont believe you're doing it because of that.. if you are, I'd rather keep the false image of you in my head. At least for now.." His faced had fallen from the joy he was feeling just moments ago, his heart twingeing with preparation for betrayal. |
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Posted 2022-10-11 18:59:02
"You're right, I don't want to tell you, but I suppose you have the right to know. I, uh, needed an herb," he continued, peeling apart some garlic cloves. He laughed. "A healing herb. For..." he paused again, his throat swelling. "For my mother. She's, um. Sick." He bowed his head, tilting it to the side, a sad grin making his scar ripple. "Um, really sick." He chuckled coldly, shaking his head. "The king said he had something that could cure her. I plan to look for it when I tear apart his blasted kingdom, brick by brick." He ripped a piece of garlic apart, hands shaking. He clenched the leaves in his fists, turning his face away from Fable and tossing the crushed ingredients to the side. No use for them now. Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to spill down his patchy cheeks. "I guess you can call that greedy," he muttered, resting his elbows on his knees. "Wanting something that you can't have. More envious than greed, I suppose. I just... don't want her to leave me." His breath caught in his throat, and he wiped at his nose with the back of his sleeve. "I'm not ready for her to leave, ya know?" He turned to Fable again, smiling weakly. Why was he telling Fable all of this? This near stranger, this man-beast who was so willing to kill him only a couple of days before? Those dark eyes just seemed so comforting, so easy to talk to. He sighed, looking down at his hands. He got the sudden urge to lean against Fable but decided against it. He wouldn't like that, most likely. Cerise lumbered back from the stream, huffing in concern at Quesnel, nudging the side of his face and licking his cheek. All he did was chuckle softly and scratch her cheek. Not even her ears! This was serious. She let out a low groan, going behind and curling her body around him. She rested her chin on her paws, her intelligent eyes shifting from Quesnel to Fable and back again. She had rarely seen him this sad before, and it brought her down to see him like this. She let out another groan, huffing loudly at Fable. |
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Posted 2022-10-11 19:52:49
He eventually arrived at a decision, standing up and moving over to the other side of the larger man. He sat himself down, squished against Ques now. He knew about wanting revenge, the burning hot poker of betrayal leading you to want to rip the person apart. But, it hadn't worked out very well for Fable, who was to say it would work out any better for the hunter. He sighed sadly, running a hand over his friend's back. "That's not greedy, Quesnel. Thats not greedy at all." He chewed at his lip again, "I know that feeling all too well.." He whispered under his breath. The shapeshifter reached up, moving Quesnel's head till he was looking into his eyes. He leaned in slightly, his heart speeding up like a horse on the run. He gave him enough space to back out if he wanted, before slowly touching his lips to the other man's in a soft peck. He heard Cerise huffing but was too lost in the winter's eyes to pay attention to it. |
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Posted 2022-10-11 20:23:57
Those eyes, he thought pleasantly before Fable leaned in and kissed him. It felt as if hot magma was bubbling inside his stomach, flowing up his chest and into his throat. He blinked in confusion and surprise. All thoughts of dinner set aside, he put the pot of water and stone slab down, twisting to reach up to grab Fable's chin with his thumb. He smiled softly, tilting his head to the side, and kissed him. After a moment, he pulled away, face bright red and his chest heaving, like he hadn't been breathing at all. He couldn't help but give Fable a giant, goofy grin. Suddenly, something shoved into Quesnel's side, and he nearly fell over sideways. He yelped in surprise before he realized that it was Cerise, obviously annoyed. As he caught himself and sat back up, she let out a loud huff, plopping her upper half in between Quesnel and Fable. Cerise raised her head, jutting her chin out and puckering her lips, grunting. Quesnel glanced at the bear, before looking at Fable and barking out a deep laugh. "What's wrong, girl? Jealous, are ya?" Cerise stomped her paw onto the ground, sticking her tongue out at Quesnel. |
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Posted 2022-10-11 21:04:22
He started ruffling her fur, smiling softly to himself. He felt himself become more and more tired by the second, his exhaustion catching up with him from the fight. He felt like he could sleep for about 200 years into the future, he was so tired. But he was hungrier than he was tired, so he could wait... unfortunately. |
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Posted 2022-10-12 08:09:37
Quesnel smiled down at her, leaning back on his arm. He hadn't ever seen her this comfortable with someone else (other than his mother) before. It was soothing, yet strange. He wondered if it was because Quesnel had helped Fable. Or, maybe, she sensed that he trusted Fable. At least, he trusted that he would hurt him. He wasn't so sure Fable wouldn't go out of his way to hurt himself for no reason. He seemed the kind of guy to do that. Discreetly, he glanced up at Fable, watching his mouth twist into a soft smile. It was nice to watch. He smiled, remembering their kiss. It was sweet. He was struck with a sudden realization; that was his first kiss, ever. He felt giddy, he was glad that it was Fable. Quesnel's lips still felt all tingly, as if he had coated them in his salve. It was a nice feeling. A loud, rolling rumble erupted from Cerise's stomach, and she let out a pitiful groan. "Oh, hush," Quesnel said, laughing and shaking his head. He picked up the vegetables again, all of them now clean, and started chopping them up with the small dagger from his belt. Cerise gently slapped his side with her paw, peeling her lips back and snorting. He swatted at her, before tilting his head to the pot of dirty water. "Mind emptying it and filling it back up again, Ceri?" Letting out a groan, not unlike an angsty teenager's, Cerise rolled over and stood up, shaking her whole body. She took the pot, dumping it out in the grass, before taking it back to the stream. The whole time, she let out a series of grumbles in different pitches, almost as if she were loudly complaining. Quesnel did nothing but smile at her before turning back to his work. "Would you like your meat broiled or grilled?" he asked, looking over to Fable. If he wanted it grilled, he'd probably have to go find one of his beat-up pans and maybe send Cerise to find some spices. A sacrifice he was quite willing to make (although, he was certain Cerise wouldn't be too happy about it). |
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Posted 2022-10-13 06:18:08
He started thinking about their kiss, reaching up to touch his lips. It felt like they were on fire, but a good kind of fire. A fire that thawed out the cold and made you tingle. Fable let out a small giggle, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. Oh, Gods.. I'm so far gone for him. This is... unfortunate.. He thought, sighing to himself. He was supposed to be a loner in the woods in some faraway place, happy that he had avenged his sister. But now? He couldn't tell if he wanted to stay with Quesnel forever or if this was just a passing fantasy.. He was brought back to the moment by Ques asking Cerise to do something for him. Fable snorted as she grumbled all the way down to the stream, What a sweetheart... He thought, a small smile gracing his features. "Mm? Oh, I dont mind. I, admittedly, usually eat it raw so..." He chuckled sheepishly, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. It was true, he usually ate when he was in his beast form so cooking something was a foreign idea to him. He didnt think cooking was any fun anyways, so why should he learn? |
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Posted 2022-10-13 08:00:01 (edited)
Did I just call him "dear"? His eyes widened slightly, but he pushed through his embarrassment, hoping Fable wouldn't notice if he just pretended he hadn't said it. He hadn't even meant to say it; it just slipped out. He didn't even know why. Cerise returned with the pot of water, still grumbling, and he stood, taking it from her. He gave her a quick peck on the forehead, before setting the pot on the metal grate over the fire and pouring in some oil and his veggies. After a few minutes, they started sizzling, and he used his wooden spoon to stir them around. This was going to take a while. "If you're super hungry," Quesnel said, looking over to Fable. "I've got some trout jerky in one of my packs back in the cave. It should hold you over 'til I get finished." He turned back to the veggies, stirring and flipping the veggies slightly as he dumped in the garlic. His stomach gurgled in anticipation as the scent filled his nostrils, and even his mouth started to water. He glanced up as he noticed Cerise, who was just staring at the pot with her jaw open, drool dripping down her chin. He barked out a laugh in surprise, reaching into the pot to pick a mushroom, and tossing it to her. She snapped it up gladly, licking her lips and rumbling in thanks. His fingers burnt slightly, but the callouses reduced the pain. |
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Posted 2022-10-13 19:56:56
He watched the vegetables sizzle quietly, before the silence was broken but Quesnel. "Hm? Mmmm, trout jerkey." He said, rubbing his stomach as it growled slightly. He rushed over to the larger man's pack, pulling the snack from it and going to town on it with a satisfied look on his face. His beast tendencies were showing through with the way he tore into the food, as if he were tearing into the flesh of an animal. Fable blushed softly at Quesnel's laugh, He has such a nice laugh.. He shook his head, No, no, no. Dont. When he looked at Cerise he couldn't help but letting out a snort as well, seeing as the drool was still dangling from her lip as she ate the mushroom. He frowned as he realized his companion had used his fingers to throw that burning hot vegetable, but he just kept quiet and sat down to watch him. |
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Posted 2022-10-13 20:37:17
As he added in the rest of the veggies, it was as if the world around him was tuned out, just as it had been when he was dressing Fable's wound. Cooking had always been a great passion of Quesnel's, and he took it very seriously. A low hum rumbled from him chest as he stirred. It was a simple tune, made up on the spot, but it helped speed up the process (at least, he felt like it did). He reached into his pack and pulled out some salt and pepper, adding it to the soup, before dipping his ladle in and giving it a sip. "Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully, examining it closely. Turning to Fable, he raised the ladle slightly. "Would you like to try some, to see if you like it?" He'd probably love it, seeing as he eats raw meat everyday, he thought to himself, trying not to smile. Raw, unseasoned meat! How could anyone stand it? A twist in his gut made him feel slightly guilty. He probably didn't have access to seasoning and proper cooking supplies and ingredients. Strangely, Quesnel felt sad. When was the last time Fable had an actual meal? Did he ever? Quesnel was suddenly struck with the thought that he had no idea what Fable had been through. Other than his sister and mother dying, if course. But what about before that? Where did he live? Did he have a home? He wilted slightly at the realization that he was being selfish. Yes, Quesnel may have grown up by himself in an old farmhouse, but he still had more than some did. Ungrateful bastard, that voice hissed again, and this time, he embraced it. Quesnel quickly perked up, however, remembering where he was. No use getting sucked into your feelings now. |
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