He was being taken away. A blanket had been put around him, and someone nice talked to him. A police officer. The woman spoke softly to Host, telling him that he was safe, they were saving him and taking him away to some place better than here.
His owner was being arrested for several things; owning and spreading child and neko pornography -mostly neko though. Host had been his latest victim, having bought him when he was still young, raising him to be his sex toy.
Host didn’t understand when the woman gently picked him up, and told him it was all over. He was aware for what he had been used, and that a variety of people knew about him from pictures and videos, that someone would maybe go search for him to own him.
But being told he was safe, and that what had happened to him would stop? It sounded like a dream to Host, and he trusted the police woman.
He ended up in an adoption center for rescues like him, where a few nekos were, but also other normal animals.
Arthur softly read what Agnes wrote to Markus. “I can’t answer her. It’s going to be censored.”, Markus mumbled. Maybe he could at least write the country? He hoped so. So he carefully wrote “America” onto his hand.
“I think she wants to find you.”, Arthur hummed. He wouldn’t know how they could find each other though -pretty much everything got censored that made it easy to find them.
Agnes hummed softly when she got the answer. The country they were from wasn’t specifically where they resided currently. She hoped he would be staying in America for a while.
“I was born in Japan.” She wouldn’t write where she was living currently, that would be censored.
“She’s japanese. Or born there at least.”, Arthur hummed. Markus nodded lightly. But she spoke english pretty well, so he wondered if she was still there, or if she was somewhere else. He was glad they were able to communicate at least.
“My brother was there a few times.”, he wrote slow and careful, Arthur helping him a little move his hand over the back of his hand to write.
Arthur softly read what Agnes wrote to Markus. “I can’t answer her. It’s going to be censored.”, Markus mumbled. Maybe he could at least write the country? He hoped so. So he carefully wrote “America” onto his hand.
“I think she wants to find you.”, Arthur hummed. He wouldn’t know how they could find each other though -pretty much everything got censored that made it easy to find them.
After a while after Agnes was done, Arthur glanced at his brother, noticing the drawing. “You got a drawing on your arm.”, he hummed, looking it over. “Some sort of girl. She wants you to draw yourself too.”.
Markus hummed lightly. He couldn’t draw himself. Still, he let Arthur give him a marker, and he carefully wrote on the back of his hand. “I can’t.”. He knew he couldn’t tell her he was blind -he had tried before.
When Agnes saw the message, she sighed softly. She wondered if he was too unique, or couldn’t see. She hummed softly as she thought of a reply.
“Alright. Why do you draw lines? Are you marking where to cut, or are you trying to stop cutting?”
Markus gently nudged Arthur, asking him to check if he got a reply. The man hummed and looked to his hand, reading it over. “She asks why you draw lines.”, he told him then. He could already tell he had to keep an eye on it, so he stopped writing for now, leanings his head against Markus’.
Markus carefully and slowly wrote his answer, hoping it was legible enough. “To stop.”. He kept his replies short, for both not having a lot of room on his hand, and also because he wanted to make sure it was legible.
After a while after Agnes was done, Arthur glanced at his brother, noticing the drawing. “You got a drawing on your arm.”, he hummed, looking it over. “Some sort of girl. She wants you to draw yourself too.”.
Markus hummed lightly. He couldn’t draw himself. Still, he let Arthur give him a marker, and he carefully wrote on the back of his hand. “I can’t.”. He knew he couldn’t tell her he was blind -he had tried before.
Markus had been a very draw-active child. He loved drawing on his skin, everywhere he could reach. And whenever he saw his soulmate’s drawings on his skin in return, he was very happy.
When he got older, he stopped drawing slowly. He was losing his sight, and thus didn’t want to draw as much anymore. He still did, now and then, mostly on his hands and arms. His drawings got simpler, less pretty. When his sight was pretty much gone, he stopped entirely. The only things he drew were straight lines on his arms, since he’s been told that was supposed to help the want to hurt oneself.
He was mostly content when he was able to be by himself, or with his brother. His older brother told him if he saw drawings on him though.
While Markus stopped drawing, Agnes only started drawing more. She wanted to impress him. When she started seeing lines, she wrote messages to him. She didn’t know if he could see them, but she did it anyways.
One day, she decided to draw herself. She looked pretty generic, a black and white picture wouldn’t help anyone find anyone. She started on the head, and worked her way down.
Markus was staying with his brother Arthur at the moment. He had been here for a month or so already, recovering from someone who had claimed to be his friend, but only used him, abusing him.
He leaned against Arthur as his brother was writing, as he almost always did. He tended to wear short sleeves here, since his brother knew about his scars anyways, and he could tell him if he saw drawings on him.
Markus had been a very draw-active child. He loved drawing on his skin, everywhere he could reach. And whenever he saw his soulmate’s drawings on his skin in return, he was very happy.
When he got older, he stopped drawing slowly. He was losing his sight, and thus didn’t want to draw as much anymore. He still did, now and then, mostly on his hands and arms. His drawings got simpler, less pretty. When his sight was pretty much gone, he stopped entirely. The only things he drew were straight lines on his arms, since he’s been told that was supposed to help the want to hurt oneself.
He was mostly content when he was able to be by himself, or with his brother. His older brother told him if he saw drawings on him though.
“You can lend me your vision?”, Markus looked up at Ray questioningly. Having a demon as soulmate seemed very very strange, and nothing like having a human as soulmate. He wondered what it meant, to have borrowed vision.
Ray nooded. „Yes I can lend my vision to you. For the time you work at the kindergarten you can see with my eyes or vision..but I do want to at least have it back in the evening since I have to work..“he said softly wanting to make sure that Markus understood
“I… I don’t understand..?”, Markus was confused. How could Ray lend him his vision? He wondered, curious, wanting to know how that would work like. He just wanted to know how it worked like, since he didn’t work later than the afternoon usually anyways. And he really didn’t want to quit his job..
Elvin was very happy having Enyo here. It was just nice, and the animals of the forest were peaceful around him as well. They didn’t mind the little cottage, as well as visiting there. As long as Enyo was peaceful and kind, nothing and no one living in this forest would bother Enyo.
Elvin liked watching Enyo sometimes, rarely talking to him again -staying hidden most of the time, though not so that Enyo couldn’t see him if he would try.
The deity was currently on a small clearing, tending to some flowers. Humming some melodies he remembered as he helped them grow, and made sure no weeds would kill the little flowers.
“The forest protects the sacred land, I-I shouldn’t invade.” He stuttered and stumbled over his words as he pushed himself to his feet. “I don’t wish to exploit your hospitality.” Enyo stumbled over the words looking at him with wide eyes.
Elvin stood up, laughing softly as Enyo stuttered. “You aren’t! Come on, I’d love to show you the lake. I’m sure you’ll love it.”, he smiled at Enyo, offering him his hand to take.
“It protects me. And if I wish to show you the clearing in which my tree stands, then nothing can stop me. I trust you.”.
“You can lend me your vision?”, Markus looked up at Ray questioningly. Having a demon as soulmate seemed very very strange, and nothing like having a human as soulmate. He wondered what it meant, to have borrowed vision.
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