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shadows-bitty-fun · 5 years

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The day I was ‘adopted’

The story of how my first Lamia bitty came into my care! The Chain Bittybones are from @vex-bittys you can read more on them there! Also if you read this Vex, I hope you like it! ^^ (I’m nervous posting this)

WARNING: Mention of self-harm

It had been a normal day, spending it sewing articles of clothings that had been ordered by customers, sending off finished and approved pieces and feeding my cat who’d been meowing loudly for a snack that he usually didn’t get - his diet usually consisted of dry-food and some small bits of what I would eat, but once in a while I allowed him to have a small package of wet-food. Something he dearly enjoyed.

Finding a moment to take a break, I decided to go out to the small garden I had and tend to the few plants I had out here. I didn’t have many and the ones I had could for the most part take care of themselves, but they were important to me for various reasons.

I was just pulling out some weeds when I felt a strange sensation in my chest. What was this? I’d never experienced this before, but it wasn’t causing any alarm for me. It was almost like… A potential for something I didn’t really realize I wanted. But what?

My silent questions were answered when a skull peaked out of a bush near me and the feeling grew stronger. Who was this? I blinked at them, a questioning look on my face… At least I hoped so. I’d been told more than once that I had very little when it came to facial expressions - a side-effect of my autism.

The skeleton came out of the bush and my eyes widened. They were a lamia! I’d heard that these creatures lived around the area, even heard of a adoption center that was somewhere in the town, but I never guessed I’d be seeing one! My house was a bit off from everyone else so I could have my privacy, as I enjoy the natural ‘quiet’ that not living directly in a city gives off.

I slowly pull the work gloves off that rested over my more decorative ones that reach my elbows as I look the creature over. It’s clear they haven’t had a easy life; their long tail - black and orange with white patches - showed lines that I quickly concluded had to be scars from different things, they had a jacket on where some of the thread had given up thus leaving bits of the jacket open and even on their face was three thin lines in the bone: claw marks from something having attacked them.

That is when I noticed the glow. It was a dim, warm glow under the lamia’s jacket that almost seemed to pulse. And once I focused on it, I realized it was pulsing in synch with the feeling in my chest.

I looked at the lamia’s face when they shifted a bit before holding a hand over the glow, looking at me with a hopeful but slightly worried look.

“home?”

I was a bit surprised that he spoke as clear as he did, but I didn’t let that hinder me as I tilted my head a bit.

“Uh… Home? Are you lost or something?” I tried, not really sure what he - the voice was clearly male - was asking.

He shook his head slightly, his expression relaxing a bit more into a grin.

“no… home here? with you?”

Well, wasn’t that something else… Was he really asking what I thought he was? Because of my constantly worrying mind I needed to be clear if that really was what he wanted.

“Are you… Asking to have a home here? With me?” I asked softly.

The huge smile on his face as he nodded was just too cute. He was looking even more hopeful now. Oh dear…

“Well… I’m not sure how well you’ll find this place and… I’m not really sure why you’re asking me about this…”

The lamia frowned at that, looking thoughtful for a moment before looking towards my house. The door was open - my cat was a indoor one, so he was in my bedroom at the moment while I let in some fresh air - and from where the both of us were my computer was visible. I was updating a game I liked to play once in a while. Looking back to me, he gave me a questioning look and pointed to the computer.

All right, that was a question I could figure out without words and nodded, standing up as the two of us headed into the room. I noticed that while he wasn’t as tall as me when moving, he was clearly way longer than I was tall. I really wanted to learn more about him now.

It didn’t take long before he found what he was looking for: it was a page for a bitty adoption center - the one for lamia bitties that I remembered about when I saw him - and there was information on several different ones. Including one that looked a lot like the one next to me, just not with the white spots.

“So… You’re a Chain lamia, the feeling in my chest is a bond that wants to happen… And you’re asking me if I’m okay with it and if I’d let you into my home?” I need to have this all clear before saying anything else, looking to the Chain next to me.

He nods shyly and I can’t help but notice he’s looking at the image on the page. It’s on the Chain info page still, the image of a Chain holding over his chest where a similar glow is visible. At first, I don’t get what is up before my eyes land on his tail once more and he curls a bit more in on himself.

Oh.

I smile to him and move from the chair in front of the computer to the ground, sitting on my knees and holding out a hand towards his tail where the scars are.

“May I?” I gently ask him, watching his surprised face as he gently nods.

I’m not that good at reading faces, but once I reach out my hand to run it over one of the many scars on the lamia’s body I make sure to keep a look on his face. The texture of the scar is so different from the smooth feeling of the scales right next to it, but like this I can tell a lot more about it…

“These marks… Tell a story.” I’m speaking softly as I say so, eyes focused on the lines even as I feel his eyes on me. “They’re a constant reminder that things in life doesn’t go as we expect it… Things happen out of our control and they end up leaving marks on us. Some visible, like these, others not as much, but just as damaging to us… At least, if we allow them to be so.”

I look to his face now with a smile, pulling down the decorative glove on one of my arms and a soft gasp escapes the lamia who’d been watching closely. There rests a few scars of my own, different in size and texture than the lines on his body, but there none the less.

“Some scars comes from things happening that makes you feel… Well, hopeless. But you can always choose two ways: either let the scars remind you of how weak you were and are… or see them as a reminder that despite the hardships you’ve faced, you’re here now…” I can’t help the humorless chuckle that escapes me. “Not that it’s easy to do the second thing… I should know…” I move to cover the scars once more, but a hand over the bigger of my scars stops me.

The Chain has leaned in, his eyes running over the scars in focus. They look like weird pale dots on my skin, the texture more rough on these patches. Then again, I would be surprised if my frantic scratching until I bled had made clean scars. Especially with my inability to leave the scabs alone.

After a bit the lamia looks to me and smiles, his hand moving to cover over the scars as he speaks up.

“... strong.”

I can’t keep the tears back that show up in my eyes at that, a smile on my face as a bit after, my face is hidden in the shoulder of the Chain as we’re holding onto each other closely.

I’d worry later about getting my new housemate settled in, for now, it felt like this moment was needed.

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