Trust
Trust. Something that we all need from one another. I'm so glad I could finish this drawing of James and Cecilia! This scene is when they begin to open up to one another. Cecilia gains the confidence to communicate calmly with James.
For context, James lives in a cottage outside of Cecilia's village (about 150 miles away). He works as a "woodworker" or lumberjack providing for both humans and giants alike. People in Cecilia's village tend to gossip about him but in a positive context. So Cecilia decides to see James for herself. At first, she was scared... I mean terrified! Eventually, she gets injured (idk how yet) and James ends up aiding her back to health. She starts to not fear him and she begins to deeply care about him. Ironically, James is the one to fall in love first đ€Łđ
(To those who know of these OCs: Yes, I did change their story and dynamic around. I did this because I want to go for something that's wholesome and sentimental.)
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Inktober: Overgrown (Creature Part 3)
Rebecca knocked on the door to Ericâs makeshift room. It was the only room large enough to fit him. He was obviously admitted when he first grew, the effects wore off and now Rebecca waited to see if he was still at this impossibly large size. His condition puzzled her, she wanted to know more about him - and not just about why he grew to giant size when in strong emotional states.
âCome in,â replied a voice from behind the door. It was Eric and the volume and pitch meant that he had returned to his previous stature.
âHello, Eric, I wanted to call by and see how you were getting on,â she said by means of explanation of her presence.
âWell, Iâm back to normal, but I donât know for how long,â Eric replied. He was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, looking exhausted. Rebecca walked over and sat beside him.
âItâs difficult, isnât it?â she offered. âYouâve been through a lot today.â
Eric sighed and turned to face her.
âThis isnât the first time this has happened. I just never got caught beforeâŠâ he began trailing off again.
âDo you mean this is the first time youâve grown in front of other people?â Rebecca wanted to check that she understood what he was trying to say - she was making mental notes, not wanting to write them down in case it agitated him even more.
âYes, it happened a few times before, but always when I was outside. I usually go walking to let off steam when Iâm stressed about something, and it happens then.â
Rebecca nodded, not wanting to stop him from opening up. This was a good sign - he was starting to trust her.
âI never ended up so big either, I think it must have been the situation I was in, when everyone was staring - I got out of there and it just kept on happening. I couldnât stop it, butâŠâ
âBut?â she prompted.
âNo, itâs too weird. I just ended up overgrown and terrified. I was the size of a building and I was terrified - how crazy does that sound?â
âNot as crazy as some things Iâve heard, believe me,â laughed Rebecca, wanting to reassure him.
âWell, this time I took myself here to see if they could do something. Get it to stop, butâŠâ
âThereâs an awful lot of buts here - did you not want it to stop, Eric? Itâs ok if you didnâtâŠâ
âItâs not that, itâs just, I was so fascinated by the world when itâs that small - I wanted to look at things, pick things upâŠâ
âDid you enjoy being that size, Eric? Iâm not going to pass judgement on you if you didâŠâ
Eric nodded, and as he did, Rebecca noticed the growth was starting again.
âItâs ok, Eric, just let it happen - Iâm here,â she said, sounding more brave than she felt. His feelings were more important than hers though. She got up and stood a small distance away, watching and waiting.
His body kept growing - 30, 40, 50 - now 60 ft. Once it stopped, he looked around the room for Rebecca and he was visibly relieved that she was still there.
âAre you ok?â she asked. He sighed and nodded.
âIt doesnât feel so bad now - I think itâs because youâre not scared,â he explained, his voice rumbling now to match his size.
âIâm not scared, Eric, I know you wonâtâŠâ
Her words stopped short as he scooped her up in his hand and drew her closer and studied her. She did the same in turn - although heâd just picked her up, she didnât feel afraid. Although it was strange being peered at by someone who was just sitting beside you minutes before.
âEverythingâs so different - youâre so different,â he said. Rebecca wasnât sure if he was saying that to himself or to her.
âI shouldnât have done that, really - I just wanted to know what it was like to hold someone in my hand like this,â he said, apologetically.
âHow does it feel?â she asked, curious. She wasnât sure herself - it should perhaps have been terrifying to be at someoneâs mercy like this, but she didnât feel that way. She felt⊠safe.
âIâm not going to hurt you,â he said, wanting to reassure her.
âNo, I know,â she said. She didnât want to agitate him in case he grew again or dropped her.
Suddenly, he picked up the conversation that theyâd been having earlier in the day without any hesitation, asking her about her choice in books and films. He was visibly relaxed and⊠almost content, but his size wasnât shifting back down. Rebecca made a note of this as well and decided to see if Eric was the only person who grew like this. They carried on talking and even Rebecca was finding herself more comfortable in his hand as time went on. His skin was soft, and his hands were warm.
âIâve just realised how late itâs getting!â cried Eric self-consciously, noticing from the windows that it was starting to get dark outside. Gently, he placed Rebecca back on the ground. She adjusted her clothes and smiled up at him.
âThatâs ok - weâll talk again tomorrow. Goodnight, Eric!â she turned and walked out of the repurposed store room.
After he left, Eric studied his hand where sheâd been sitting and ran a finger across his palm. Heâd enjoyed her being there and hoped she would again.
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Itâs literally midnight, and I just now jotted up a thing. IDEK what this is supposed to be, but whatever.
Word count: 567
CWs: romance, PG
Disclaimer: this is entirely unedited. Not even a reread. I apologize for bad writing and/or story.
Too Small đ
âYou know, for a rich guy, youâve a really small bed,â I thought aloud, laying next to him as I stared at the ceiling. The statement itself wasnât really accurate, seeing as we both fit on the mattress with room to spare. The size was more than enough for a single teen boy.Â
âWhat makes you think Iâm rich?â he asked tiredly.Â
âYouâre the son of the chief, Nate. You canât tell me youâre not loaded,â I challenge. âAnd itâs trueâyour bedâs pathetic.â
I waited a second, expecting a cocky response about my size. Or even proportionally, how my own room and furniture was all half the size and quality of anything he owned.
âFix it, then,â my Link mumbled.Â
I did a double take, ripping my gaze from the ceiling to him. His stifled grin told me Iâd heard correctly, and I couldnât help mirroring one of my own.
âNerd,â I whispered before planting a peck on his lips. White light flashed before he could return it, and I found myself lounging across his forehead rather than fitting perfectly beside him like before. Gold bangs tickled my skin, and the relief of my magic caused me to let out a long sigh.Â
But I didnât get hardly a moment to relax before large digits hovered closer. His muscles wiggled about beneath me as he moved his eyebrows in a bad attempt to try seeing me better. Carefully, his hand moved to pluck me from his face. It was clumsier than Iâd ever seen Nathenâs calculated movements before. A couple of his fingers even bumped into my side.Â
My breaths echoed off his skin as he shifted. He took care to move his body around his hand before placing me on the pillow beside him. It didnât have much give to my insignificant weight, but that was the last thing on my mind.
He held himself right above me, his entire body being no less than the atmosphere itself. Next to me, his hands rest on either side. And below was a seemingly endless mountain of sheets and bedding before it dropped off to a ground far beyond what I could see.Â
Nathen drew closer, eyes holding a slight tease that made me gulp. Never before had he held such a playful attitude, but I wasnât about to stop him now.Â
âBetter?â he asked. Rather than whispering like normal, he actually used his voice with the question. It vibrated around me with such volume I thought my head might burst in amazement.
I gave a shaky nod, no longer attempting to hide how much he was setting off my instincts.
He shifted his weight to the left, causing me to roll a couple times before I could regain my balance. This elicited a rumbling chuckle that made my very bones melt.
âYou know,â he started, still using his voice to speak. It was quiet enough it caused no pain, exactly. More like a tingling shiver. âYou should probably get used to this bed.â He pulled in even closer, to the point here his always-perfect breath washed over me. Finally, the soft skin of his lips pressed against my face and upper body suffocatingly.Â
Weightlessness surrounded me on all sides. From the endless pillow beneath me to the familiar presence above. I sighed as I kissed back.Â
He wouldnât need to worryâIâd get used to it very quickly.
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