Guardian Spirit

In this world every person had what was called a ‘spirit’ or ‘guardian’. Everyone had one, when you are born a spirit finds you and if they like you they vow to protect the human with their life.
And they would.
The only way a human would be without a spirit is if the spirit died to protect them, or was killed by another. But usually another spirit would take their place soon after, helping the human cope.

The town of Fior had a shrine dedicated to their guardian, Oren. Oren was a spirit that protected the town and helped them in times of need, healing the sick and wounded, helping crops grown and other things of that nature.
But he eventually grew tired of the human’s selfishness, they’d stopped asking for things they couldn’t control and began to use him as if a common animal.

He’s left, disappeared and refused to return. The humans eventually learned to live without him, after much hardship, but they still left offerings and begged for his return.
He learned to ignore them.

He was never a guardian of a single person, he’d thought that too boring. But he’d spent the years watching spirit’s have fun and feel joy simply by being with humans.
So, he decided to give it a try.

He didn’t like the thought of other spirits being able to see him, so he’d taken on a human form to be around the human he chose.
For the human’s first few years he’d stayed hidden in spirit form, but once they were a teenager he’d chosen to look human.

Many people thought his human a bad sign, as they appeared to have no guardian and their ‘friend’ didn’t either.
As a human he’d taken the name ‘Ingus’ which was the name humans had originally given him, not that they’d remember.

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As usual Ingus waited for his human to return from school, he found it boring to go with them and if they really needed him they’d call.
Hearing the room’s door open Ingus rolled over to face them, a sharp grin on his face. The grin he usually held was described as a bad sign in itself but he’d wave it off.

“So?” the blond haired spirit rested his head on his arms, “how was school?”

((Yeah, so sorry if that wasn't clear, haha. it'd be good if you did ha...))

((Ah, good. I was afraid I’d written it in a really weird way. Haha.))

Ingus kept the grin on his face, letting his slender fingers tap a gentle rhythm as he thought for a moment. “I see,” his words were a slight murmur, not that it really mattered if she heard that or not.
“No one bothered you? Nothing big happening?” The human formed guardian asked, they were the standard questions he asked whenever she came home, so they were nothing grand.

“It’s been so boring here!” Ingus finally let the grin drop as he fell back onto his back, arms splayed out at his sides. “I never realized how little teenage humans actually did, though I suppose you’re interesting enough.” He flashed her a small grin before staring upwards again.

((I didn’t really have anything in mind I sorta just like going where things go. But we can think of something if you want to.))

“Yes, I suppose I could leave,” he turned his head to her, “but then id be even more bored and you simply wouldn’t be able to handle me not being here, would you?” He gave her a teasing smile.
With a small yawn he rolled onto his side once more, not bothering to lift his head to look at her properly. “So…” he watched her with slow blinking eyes, trying to think of more to say.

“Any new spirits around?” He eventually questioned, he really didn’t bother taking in if new spirits had arrived, plus, it was always more fun to hear about it then see it.
“You’re so quiet I nearly need my real ears to hear you!” With a dramatic sigh Ingus let his arms fall down with a gentle ‘thump’.

Ingus gave a light huff. “Rumors are no fun, they could be false so easily.” He felt somewhat disappointed by the reply, but didn’t really show it, not like it was a big deal or anything, right?
Hearing rather then seeing her pull out her notepad Ingus pushed himself to sit up, messy hair falling over his face slightly. Forcing himself to his feet he slowly dragged himself over to her, slumping down next to her.

“What’re you drawing now?” He questioned, head tilted to look at the page she was drawing on better. “You aren’t half bad at that.” He mentions.

((Don't worry, so did I.))

“Sheep,” he yawned, brining a hand to cover his mouth, “you should draw a sheep.” Ingus always found some sort of fondness for sheep, he was unsure why, they were simply common animals used for various things. He supposed it came from being old.
The ex-town guardian watched her silently, eyes following the lines on the paper. “You could do this as a profession.” He mentioned, letting his eyes glance up at her, “you're exceptionally good.”

With a lazy grin Ingus took the notepad from her hands, standing quickly so she wouldn’t grab it back. Flipping through the pages he hummed. “Well, you needn’t publish your work under your name, people needn’t know that the one who ‘has no guardian’ is also an amazing artist.”
Falling back down to where he’d originally sat he sighed dramatically; letting his arms lay out theatrically. “I’m positive people would love to see your art, it’s realistic and very well done.”

He didn’t care how many times she said people wouldn’t want to see it he’d argue that it was simply because of the status she’d gained because of him.
“Your parents like it, so there’s two humans who like it, plus one spirit.”
The human formed spirit gave another grin. “We simply must do something for your amazing art.” He held the notepad out for her to take, “it’s truly good, you must believe that much, at least.”

Ingus returned the smile, letting his hands drop down before he reached back up and took her arm once again. Quickly pulling her down to sit in his lap Ingus settled his head on top of hers. “I want to watch you draw,” he didn't request it it was simply a statement.
Settling, practically falling, against her back he nudged her arm to start drawing. “Go.”
He wasn't always big with physical affection, preferring to show his affectionate ways through words to small actions, so it was quite the rarity for him to do something like this.

((I'm cool with whatever you'd prefer to do, I'm cool with anything really.))

Feeling her settle against him Ingus huffed, “aren't you getting a bit too comfortable there?” His tone was playful and it was obvious he was joking, even if it may not have seemed like it.
With a small yawn Ingus continued to watch her movements as she drew. When he was a young spirit he'd often watch the humans paint, sculpt and draw, it was always interesting to see them make something new from what already existed.
“I believe you have amazing talent, fit for artists of history.”

With a low, gentle laugh Ingus goes quiet, choosing not to speak for quite some time. He was lost in his thoughts as he watched her work, the movements looked so natural he would've sworn she'd been doing it since he was young. But he knew that not to be true which only impressed him more.
"No one is ever born in the wrong time." He eventually responded, his words slow and careful, "all are born when they are meant to, even if it feels time does not care that you are here."

"You're doing well," he yawned again. "I'm proud of you..."