Tag: anon

“U-uh- Fa-Fr-Farrow.” He went to curse his stutter but stopped. “Sorry f-for stutter…” He muttered. They entered the house, his eyes widening at the interior. “Wow…”

“It’s okay!”, Markus said with a smile. He didn’t mind the stutter, he could still understand him after all.

“Does it look nice?”, he asked, because he had no idea if it did.
“Oh oh, Will! Can Farrow get cleaned up too? Please?”, he asked, even though Will didn’t look very pleased with that.

“If he wants to.”, Will replied, though he didn’t look happy.

He didn’t want to get the younger boy dirty. He knew he was filthy, and tried to wipe some of the grime off his pants. “Y-you must be- be ria- rich.” He said softly. A brief thought of taking some things went through him but he shook it away. They were nice.

“Yeah.”, Markus nodded lightly. Which may already have been answered seeing how they were going to a little mansion.
“I don’t really care though.”, he hummed. It didn’t help him after all! He was stuck at home, bored and alone most of the time. Other than Will and a few other servants.

“What’s your name?”, he asked then, curious.

He shot you both a wary look. His stomach was clenching painfully though and it was freezing outside… “O-okay, Marcus…” Farrow said softly. The boy began to approach you, still ready to run if necessary.

“Yay!”, Markus smiled brightly, happy. He didn’t have any friends, so he was very happy to have someone else with him.
“Follow me.”, the man said, beginning to walk with Markus at his hand.

“This is Will! Kind of my bodyguard?”, Markus said, unsure on what to call Will. He looked after him at the very least!

“J-just looking for food. I haven’t eaten in a weak…” His body clearly showed it too. He began to back away slowly, keeping his head down. “If this is your ter-territory, I’m sorry. I did-do- didn’t know…”

“Can we give them food, please?”, the child asked whoever was holding him. He didn’t want to let someone starve, or eat from the trash! Though he was aware that good food was thrown away.

“Fine.”, the man grumbled, and the child wiggled out of his arms, but held onto one hand still. He looked towards the boy, well, more or less.
“Will you come with us inside? I’m Markus!”, he smiled.

“A-are you going to hurt me?” The 18 year old, obviously homeless boy asked softly. He had been scavenging for food and had found a rich trashcan. The food was somewhat fresh still too! But then the owners came home. And were staring at him. Back to present time, and he was backed against a wall, just as starving as before, but now he was terrified.

Who had found him had been a boy slightly younger than him, maybe sixteen or seventeen. He looked more scared than the other, until another person came, pulling him away and keeping an arm wrapped around him.

“Who do you think you are, scum?”, the person asked, glaring at the other.
“They’re not scum.”, the boy in his arms said quietly. It made the man roll his eyes, but he was used to the other’s ways.
“What were you doing?”, the child asked then.

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Host hadn’t had a good day. He had been spacing out a lot, getting lost in his narrations again and again. He shouldn’t go out like that, since he often just… stopped. Stopped working. Just getting lost in his head again and again.

He didn’t know how he had gotten outside. He was just walking around, unaware it was late already.

His narrations weren’t in the present, so when someone grabbed him and pulled him into an alley, he was startled. Threatened with a knife to his throat. And he couldn’t do anything, because his head wasn’t even in this reality. Even as he felt a pinprick of blood on his throat.

And then the person was gone, and Host was still leaning against the cold hard wall. He had no idea who had came now, nor what was happening. He was spacing again, and he could barely keep his attention on what was going on.

“I pushed you over.” He whined letting him go but looping there arms together. “Let’s go into the cafe, I’ll get you a drink to make up for it.@

“You really don’t have to make up to it.”, he chuckled, smiling as he let Wilford lead him. Holding his journal and cane close to himself, golden eyes looking at Wilford, even though he couldn’t see him.

“I’m Markus, by the way. But I do like Host.”, he told him, smiling.

Wilford froze mid ramble. “Wait host?! Oh god that makes it so much worse. I’m so sorry for knocking you down. God damned it ok the worst soulmate every.” He panicked before pulling him into a hug

Host was definitely startled when he’s pulled into a hug, tensing at first, before relaxing.
“You’re amazing.”, he said, smiling. “I’m incredibly happy we get to meet.”. Because he never thought he’d ever be able to meet his soulmate.