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//it's 12:45 I have no ideas let's do this
TW for blood, self harm and talk about suicide
It was pouring rain outside, and thunder rumbled mere moments after bright flashes of lightning. Roe was at his desk, writing by candlelight. He was glad to be safe inside the castle, because the weather outside truly was dreadful. The silver marbled tom considered himself a fortunate fellow, but he had not had a roof over his head the last time a storm like this rolled around.
The wind was howling, the thunder was rumbling, the lightning was flashing and the rain was pouring. Roe was drenched to the bone and shivering, desperately searching for shelter and praying his messenger bag would be enough to protect his beloved journals. If even one page was ruined, his reaction would be one of overdramatic sadness. Fortune favored him though, and his journals would be preserved despite the horrid conditions.
He stumbled blindly through the storm when a light caught his eye. It wasn't the bolts of electricity piercing the sky; it flickered but it was much more consistent. Fire. That either meant that someone had a campfire to keep warm or the lightning had hit a tree. It was small and there wasn't much smoke, so Roe took a risk and headed towards it.
The light led him to a cave, sheltered from the rain. The metallic tang of blood hit his nose, and he hesitated. That hesitation lasted only a moment before he poked his head into the cave.
There was indeed a campfire, and laying next to it was an albino clouded leopard. His eyes were closed, his face contorted. He gripped a bloodstained knife in one paw, a weapon that had likely caused the gashes in his arms, which had led to the cave being covered in blood. "F**k." The stranger muttered.
"S-sir? Are you alright?" Roe asked, concern mixing with fear in his gentle voice. The leopard cracked one eye open that immediately found Roe.
"Eh? Who the hell are you?" He asked in a gravelly, "done-with-your-s**t" voice.
The silver marbled tom entered the cave, aware that he could be marching into his death but his concern for the stranger overriding it. "My name is Romanticpoetry Proumaeri. Who are you and are you alright?" For once Roe didn't add that he could call him whatever he pleased.
"Too long. I'll call you Roe or somethin'. I'm Banishedghost, folks call me Ban though." The leopard looked down at his injured arms and the bloody blade in his paw. "Oh yeah. I'm fine." He shrugged.
Roe looked around, at all the blood and the rather deep cuts in Ban's arms. "It looks as if you just tried to kill yourself." He said, coming in another step but no further; who knew if this "Banishedghost" would try to chase him off or attack him. He didn't want to go back out into the storm, but he didn't want to get stabbed by a psychopath either.
Ban raised his eyebrows. "Nah, Lee'd kill me." The leopard sat up, tossing the knife aside and looking Roe up and down. "So what the f**k are you doing here?"
Roe gestured to the exit of the cave. "Its storming pretty bad out there. Can I stay here for the night?" He asked, looking at Ban hopefully.
Ban scratched his chin, still studying Roe. "Normally I wouldn't say no to a cutie like you, but you're pretty young." Oh. Oh. Roe's cheeks grew hot and he tried to find somewhere that wasn't occupied by the heavily scarred leopard or his blood. Romance, sure. But he was still young enough that he didn't think about that yet.
"You don't look much older than me." Oh why did he have to say that? Roe's blush only became worse. He hadn't meant for it to sound like he was protesting, yet judging by Ban's face that's exactly what it sounded like.
"Yeah, I don't look it. But this is hardly my first life. You look like you haven't even had the talk yet." Ban yawned, like having universal knowledge of reincarnation was to be expected but having or not having "the talk" was surprising.
"Oh. Ok. Um. I'm changing the subject." He was young; his smoothness and way with words was underdeveloped. "I can take care of your arms, or read poetry, if you let me stay."
The albino clouded leopard looked at his arms like he'd forgotten that they were bleeding. "Huh? Oh yeah." He rolled his eyes and tilted his head back when Roe mentioned poetry, pretending to snore. "Please spare me. I don't need to be put to f**king sleep." Ban sat up in time to see hurt flash in Roe's eyes. "Hey, uh, sorry kid. C'mon, take care of my arm or whatever." He waved a paw, and marigold and bandages appeared in it.
Roe's light blue eyes widened. "Whoa! How'd you do that?" He gasped, going over to Ban's side and slipping his messenger bag off, leaving it by the fire to dry.
Ban grinned. "I'll teach ya, if ya want." Roe nodded eagerly. "A'ight. My arms first, though." Ban coached Roe on how to take care of his injuries, then taught him how to conjure things. The worst of the storm seemed to have passed when Roe mastered it and Ban mused, "You remind me of Sleepy, a little bit. You're chiller, though. And... actually awake." For probably the fourth time that night, Ban scratched his chin.
"Who's Sleepy?" Roe asked curiously.
"Lee's my bro." Ban replied with a nod.
"Does that make me your bro too?" Roe asked, kind of hopefully. He liked Ban when he wasn't being inappropriate.
Ban shrugged. "Sure. Why not?" Young little Roe grinned. There was a silver lining to every storm, it seemed.
Its two am. WORTH IT.
Although that does explain the hella s**tty, museless ending. Eh, I'm just glad it's done. Maybe I'll edit it with something better tomorrow. Tracks and comments are fine, not a whole lot to reply to icly but if you want your character to come socialize with Roe in his room, that's fine.
I'd also like to know if you'd be interested in seeing more of Ban, possibly in more than just flashbacks.
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[color=navy]♥ Romanticpoetry Proumaeri ♥ Male ♥ Magistrate ♥ Knights of Eden ♥ 11 Moons ♥ Easy ♥ No kill/capture/maim w/o permission ♥ Attack in [color=silver]Underlined Silver
♥ #romanticpoetry2k16 ♥ Falls in love easily ♥ PM Pyre for plots ♥
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