☘︎ ⠀⠀quick small nod carefully stepping around to slide open the stable door , a few horses inside whine and huff when opened . “ come on . friday is going to be in the middle . wanna feed him carrots ? ”
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{ a frown , with suspicion laced into his expression . not a glare . they didn’t like it when he glared . }
{ what was a horse .ᐣ probably an issue- ‘pain in the ass’ meant it was annoying . why would something annoying like kids and who was
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☘︎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀bruises mean nothing to me , sweetheart . just seeing you unharmed makes it all worth it .
⠀⠀⠀[ his back did ache like hell but didn't want to worry her . he gently brushed the blonde locks out of her face . ]
⠀⠀⠀you sure you're okay , lulu ?
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⠀ ⠀yare . .
〈 a small shake of her head. thank goodness he couldn’t hear her heartbeat — her face is flushed, too. 〉
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⠀ ⠀we should get you checked. i don’t want you bruised or worse . . you shouldn’t have done that.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀something that didn't seem overcrowding . an faint huff could be heard from inside . “ friday is nicer to kids than he is to me . horses are a pain . ”
☘︎ ⠀⠀⠀“ no need to apologize you've done nothing wrong . you must be freezing . . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀just an child out here alone made his heart heavy with worry . he looked at the stable where friday usually was . “ ah , did you come to see the horses ? ”
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❝ oh . ❞
{ whatever faint hopeful curiosity the boy harboured died down , a flickering flame being blown out . he scooted backwards , fully pressing against the wall , voice growing dull and body rigid . }
❝ a bit . i’ll go inside
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☘︎ ⠀⠀“ seeing you unharmed allows me to be okay , lulu . ” his hand unmoving from her head as if it belonged there . his heart thumping like mad either from the rush or something else .
friday continue to dash around but it meant all nothing to the carpenter .
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then came his question, accompanied by that pained smile, and whatever words she might have prepared seemed to abandon her entirely. 〉
⠀ ⠀i’m . . alright. but what about you .ᐣ
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☘︎ ⠀⠀“ careful ? luke , I fear it is the opposite for us . you have such an endearing charm about you that the world seems to glitter in this silver life I see . ”
⠀⠀⠀stirring the frosting finally before holding up the spoon to luke .
〈 a blink. two. his cheeks are quick to flush — a bout of flustered laughter following while his gaze shies away .ᐟ 〉
aha, yareakh . . .ᐟ you should be careful. i’ll find myself far too captivated by your charm.
☘︎ ⠀⠀being asked if he was a witch made him wonder if this was an outsider or something else . slowly kneeling down onto both knees met the ground below .
⠀⠀“ I'm more of an carpenter than an witch . many wish I wasn't one . how long you been out here . . ? ”
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{ cough cough . the boy blinked , sniffling as he rubbed his runny nose on his sleeve . }
❝ huh . . . .ᐣ ❞
{ voice quiet and raw , as if he had either screamed incredibly loud or did not talk often . hopefully the latter . }
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☘︎ ⠀⠀“ ah . ”
⠀⠀what logical reason could there ever be to led such poor strays here to the stable ? hand fastened upon the door handle with friday sneering in annoyance not of the boy but of yareakh .
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{ perhaps , a shivering child was not what yareakh had expected to find near the stables while checking on Friday , but a shivering child was what he got . blinking almost owlishly up while huddled in a corner }
☘︎ ⠀⠀an playful smile with his hand reaching back to ruffle his hair a bit . “ be my guest . . though only if I get to take a test taste off of you . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀was he serious ? who knew .
〈 nodding and quickly parting, only to return moments later with said bowl offered out. once handed to him, his hand rests upon the carpenter’s shoulder, head resting atop it. 〉
aaaanything else .ᐣ i could totally taste - test the frosting for you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀“ look . . I ain't going to say anything . not my place , not my business , but I rather not have someone sleep here when I got a spare cot . and food . warm food . ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀this could get him into serious trouble .
☘︎ ⠀⠀⠀“ ya' sure ? It's going to get chilly tonight . would hate for you to get a frost bite . . friday doesn't share any blankets down here . old bastard bites . ”
⠀⠀⠀thinking about it for a moment chewing on his cheek .
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