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A Tall and Small Collection | S2.28 | Worth the Wait

Aching. Tired. Ears ringing. It took a minute once he was awake for Soren to fully remember what happened yesterday. Images flashed before his eyes of the three Borrowers whose faces were seared into his memory, the terrified expression on Rey’s face as he reluctantly ran away with Mayzie, and the warmth of Ashlynn’s gentle touch bringing him back from the brink of death.

Ashlynn…

Soren felt himself smile involuntarily as the terrible recollection of the attack were replaced with Ashlynn’s confession. Being woken up from the brink of death by the all surrounding warmth of her hand and feeling the beat of her heart as he was pressed against her chest was enthralling. Her words played over and over. There was a small part of him that wondered if it was just a dream. He was in a strange stupor of being awake and asleep when it happened.

No.

It had to be real.

He didn’t imagine it. At the very least, he couldn’t believe he imagined her kiss.

Thoughtful. Tender. Soft. Scared.

This thought alone made his heart palpitate excitedly.

Still, Ashlynn didn’t know he heard her. She had probably felt a momentary swell of courage thinking he was unconscious, letting her feel comfortable enough to confess her true feelings for Soren. Ultimately, this left the ball back in Soren’s court.

He needed to find the right time, if there was such a thing, to talk to her and admit he heard her. The topic was also a sensitive one. Soren had to admit he had the same thoughts and feelings as his human counterpart, but he had concerns as well. Again, he needed to admit he heard her.

Would she be frustrated or angry that he heard her when he wasn’t meant to?

Would she be embarrassed and take back what she said?

There had to be a reason she kept these things to herself, especially for so long. Soren wondered if she had the same doubts he did about being together and whether these feelings were real or simply endearment for one another. They were different, yes, but could their feelings be strong enough?

Soren believed the answer was yes.

First…

He had some things to take care of.

By the time Soren forced his battered body upright, it was well past midday and approaching two in the afternoon. He tested his strength, muscles screaming in protest, by sliding down the fixed line from the bed to the ground and walking through the bedroom to the main living area where he heard sounds.

Ashlynn had taken Mayzie, Rey, and Dorian into the living room and put on a movie on her television. They apparently hadn’t been there long since the movie just started. The three of them were cuddling on the coffee table in a mountain of blankets Ashlynn had set up for them.

The boys’ bandages had already been changed and tightened so they could maneuver easily, and a second breakfast for lunch spread was on the table with them.

Everyone, including Ashlynn, was in the living room and they were all beyond relieved to see Soren awake, but also surprised he was up and walking around so soon. No one blamed him though. Soren wasn’t the kind to lay in bed all day, even if he was feeling poorly.

Soren, seeing Ashlynn approach, felt his heart jump into his throat and felt a pleasant, tingling shiver as he stepped onto Ashlynn’s hand so she could set him on the coffee table with the rest of them.

“Da!” Mayzie cooed as she stumbled over the blankets into Soren’s arms. He crouched and pulled her into his chest warmly. He hid a wince as his daughter’s arms squeezed as hard as they could, even though it wasn’t very strong, as her embrace pressed directly into a deep bruise he received from yesterday’s attack.

“Soren! You’re up!” Rey cheered, raising his arm which was braced with a soft cast into the air. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been battered and frozen,” replied Soren as he stood, Mayzie still in his arms with her legs dangling, and walked over to his brothers. Ashlynn had retreated to the kitchen to retrieve her medical kit and some pain killers. What he really wanted was a way to get this cold sensation out of his middle, but that would have to wait. “How are you two?”

“We’re alright,” Dorian replied. “I mean, we’re great all things considering, but still stunned I guess.”

“Yeah,” muttered Rey. Soren sat down, readjusting Mayzie so she could sit in his lap, and stared at the soft casts on Rey’s arm and Dorian’s leg.

“What exactly happened? You told me yesterday, I think,” asked Soren. The boys nodded and went into their story again, explaining how Rey had just made it to the Rafter’s home and was reunited with Dorian when they were stopped on the way back by three unfamiliar Borrowers. Rey recognized them immediately and he grabbed Dorian as they sprinted away.

It was a risk, but Rey knew they had to take it when they were mere steps ahead of their attackers. Without knowing if his device would hold them both, the Borrower boys took the chance of a lifetime and leapt off of the edge. All things considering, their injuries could have been worse, but it would be a while before they took any more “leaps of faith” since Rey had to abandon some of his device pieces behind so they could get away.

Soren’s insides churned as he listened to his brothers’ story. To think he was incapacitated, recuperating from nearly freezing to death as his brothers were going through this.

“Soren, why did they come after us?” asked Dorian.

“Because they’re good for nothing cowards,” muttered Ashlynn as she finished cutting some additional bandages which she had warmed before handing the to Soren. “Here. For your muscles.” Soren’s hand shook as he took them. His nerves were getting the better of him being so close to her. He took a breath before looking up into those stormy blue-grey eyes he took so much comfort in.

“Thank you,” he said smiling before his features fell. “And, to your point Dorian, I have my suspicions. What it boils down to is fear turned anger.”

“Fear turned anger?” asked Rey.

“Yes. I think they found out about our family and Ashlynn,” replied Soren.

“You’re kidding!” moaned Rey as he rolled his eyes with such exaggeration that he fell backward onto the blanket. Mayzie, seeing this as an excellent opportunity, pushed herself up from Soren’s lap and toddled over to land onto Rey’s exposed middle. She giggled gleefully at Rey’s “oofff” before rearranging herself to sit with her uncle.

“I know, it’s not fair, but that’s probably what it’s about,” stated Soren while wrapping the warm rags around his bruises and sore muscles.

“Like I said, cowards,” muttered Ashlynn. “But that’s all I’m going to say about that. Soren, how are you feeling? Any lightheaded sensations at all?” A zing went up Soren’s spine hearing Ashlynn say his name, making him smile. Also, right at that moment, Soren felt his head swirl when he went to shake his head “no.”

“A little, but I’ll be fine,” he replied. His chest was constricting. Why was he suddenly nervous speaking to her? More importantly, did she notice?

“That’s good. You just need to rest and leave your body alone to heal,” chimed in Rey as he readjusted the soft cast on his arm yet again.

“Take your own advice,” muttered Dorian teasingly, calling out his younger brother. “Don’t mess with your arm. I’m not messing with my leg.”

“It itches, and I can’t write or work on my gadgets with it all bandaged up. I’m just trying to readjust it so I can be useful,” retorted Rey.

“We’ll figure something out,” encouraged Ashlynn. She retreated to the kitchen and came back a minute later with thimbles of warm tea with honey beside them. Maybe this would get rid of that cold feeling Soren felt at his core. “Anyway, do you need anything?”

“Not at the moment. At least, not here,” muttered Soren as he took several long drinks of tea before he pushed himself up onto his feet. He gave Mayzie a quick kiss on the head and ruffled Rey’s hair before heading for the edge of the coffee table. “I’ll be back.”

Soren was almost there when Ashlynn’s hand came into view, stopping him.

“And where do you think you’re going?” she asked expectantly. Soren, heart pounding, couldn’t bring himself to look at Ashlynn in that moment. He needed time to think, and there were things he needed to address.

“I have some things to take care of,” stated Soren. The boys instantly looked alarmed at Soren’s statement and Ashlynn’s hand inched closer to him until her index finger rested gently on the top of his shoe. It wasn’t forceful, but it did keep Soren from walking forward. He could have walked around or tried to get loose, but he stood there instead.

“The things you have to take care of should be yourself,” said Ashlynn. “Does this have anything to do with what happened yesterday with those other Borrowers? Because there is no way I’m letting you go; at least not on your own.”

“No, it’s not that,” said Soren. Why couldn’t he turn to face her? Why was his heart pounding like this? He wasn’t even talking about what she said to him last night. “I need to let the Rafters know what happened. If those three are in some kind of cahoots with the Rafters or if they think the Rafters know, it could ruin them. I’m not having that happen on my watch. At the very least, they need to be warned.”

There were other things Soren needed to take care of, but he wasn’t going to say anything about that now. He felt Ashlynn’s eyes narrow skeptically at him and, in an effort to ease her mind, Soren summoned his courage and looked up determinedly at Ashlynn, following the look with a smile.

“I promise I’ll be back soon. I’m just going to go there and come right back,” stated Soren. While Ashlynn looked skeptical, her blue-grey eyes looking deep to gain some insight into his thoughts, she sighed and moved her hand.

“Then I’m giving you the same contingency as I gave Rey yesterday. If you’re not back in thirty minutes, I’m coming after you,” she said firmly. Soren chuckled and shook his head.

“I need at least an hour.”

“An hour! Out of the question,” said Ashlynn. Soren thought she was serious when she saw her lips pull into a smile.

“Unacceptable? Well, that’s what you’re going to get,” teased Soren right back. He looked at Ashlynn and saw she was obviously uneasy and, without giving it a second thought, stepped over to her hand and laid his hand on the tip of her finger. “I promise I’ll be back as fast as possible. Okay?”

There it was. Ashlynn’s smile. It tugged the corner of her lips into a hesitant smile.

“You’d better,” she said softly.

With that, Soren let Ashlynn carry him over to their place in the walls that was easy to access and set him on his way.

Once alone, Soren’s mind kicked into his well-honed survival mode. He listened and crept through the walls, daring to peer into his overturned home. It wasn’t the fact that many of their belongings were scattered about or that the things they constructed had been partially deconstructed. It was the little things that were memories of their home and life before this apartment that were damaged or missing.

There were little odds and ends like the bottlecap Ashlynn gave him when they first met that were missing. What felt like a real gut punch was the fact that Soren’s father’s hook was also missing. Rage boiled in his gut, but it didn’t warm that untouchable spot in his chest and didn’t help him get those things back.

It would take time, but they would come back and fix this place they called home.

Soren collected a few other odds and ends, including a spare hook and some line for safety measures, and headed out along the beams and through the wires to the main hub by the elevator shaft. The day hub was eerily quiet. Was it the time of day? Or had word spread that Soren and his family were friends with a human and everyone was frantically packing to migrate?

If he were being honest with himself, Soren didn’t care. At the moment, his goals were simple – talk to the Rafters and talk to Bay. His muscles protested with every movement, but he continued walking until Soren finally arrived at the Rafter’s front door.

There wasn’t even the slightest hesitation as he raised his hand and knocked on the door. A few moments passed when the door creaked open and Hero, the youngest boy, peeked his head out. He smiled the moment he saw Soren, but his expression changed to confusion when he spotted the deep bruises on Soren’s face.

“Hello Soren. Is… everything okay?” Hero asked, pulling the door opened wider.

“It will be. Is your father home?” asked Soren.

“Um… yeah. He’s sharpening hooks,” said Hero. He let Soren into the home and scurried over to a nearby door and knocked. “Dad! Soren is here to see you.”

Casper Rafter emerged from the back room, hook and sharpening rod in hand, and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Thank you, Hero,” said Casper, who went to say something to Soren, but immediately silenced himself as he noticed Soren’s injuries. It was obvious to the oldest brother that Casper was surprised and that his reaction was genuine. “What happened?”

“Could we talk in private?” asked Soren. “It won’t take long.”

Casper nodded without hesitation and Soren followed him into the back into a kind of workshop filled with hooks, lines, and spare parts made of borrowed odds and ends. The moment the workshop door was closed, Casper gestured for Soren to continue. Soren, heart pounding in conviction, exhaled slowly before looking Casper in the eye.

“We were attacked,” stated Soren. Casper’s eyes went wide, entire body visibly stiffening.

“The human?”

“No. Absolutely not,” said Soren firmly, bristling at the thought. “We were attacked by three of our own – Borrowers.” Casper appeared completely blindsided. His entire being slumped as he rested his chin with his thumb and index finger and leaned his head heavily onto it. “I know how it sounds, but I wanted to come and let you know what happened.”

Soren explained that the three Borrowers ambushed him and went after Dorian, Rey, and even Mayzie. Soren also explained that he was shoved into the freezer to be left for dead and that it was Ashlynn who had come in the nick of time to save his life. When asked what their motive was, Soren had his answer ready.

“They found out that we are friends with Ashlynn, and they let their fear get the better of them. I don’t know what would have happened if she didn’t come back in time and I don’t know who they are,” said Soren. He took a shaky breath before continuing. “One thing I do know is I have to look after my family.”

Casper’s expression shifted from concerned to quizzical, so Soren continued.

“I’m thinking we’re going to be staying with Ashlynn more and pulling back from the community; and unless someone asks us, I don’t think we’ll be volunteering our aid since that’s what got us targeted in the first place. So, if you need something, you’ll know where to find us,” said Soren.

“Soren, you don’t have to remove yourself from the community. We can…”

“Casper, with all due respect, I think it would be a good solution for the time being. At the very least, we need to find out who these Borrowers are before moving back into our home,” said Soren. “Just… thank you for all you’ve done for us. Really. You’ve been wonderful and our doors are always open if you need help or want to stop by.”

Casper nodded and sighed.

“You’re a good man. I respect what you’re willing to do for your family, and you’re very brave for going to whatever lengths to keep them safe,” he stated. “Same policy for you. If you need anything, our doors are always open.”

“Really? I have to say I’m a little surprised, especially with… Ashlynn,” said Soren. Casper, tense, exhaled and nodded.

“I’ve got to say the same, but we saw you and your family interact with Ashlynn and… though I can’t understand it, I can respect it.”

With that, the two stood and shook hands. Soren slipped out of the Rafters’ home, smiling at Hero before leaving, and headed out to tackle the next big thing on his list today.

It took a little bit of time, but wandering the halls and rafters eventually led Soren to a slightly ajar piece of trim and a female figure hoisting herself up into the ceiling. Sure enough, it was Bay. She looked like she had just come back from a borrowing trip. Soren smiled to himself, but also felt a pang.

Bay was a good person, and there was no doubt they would be a good match for one another – just as Lucy had been. Soren loved Lucy with all his heart, as he loved Rey and Dorian and Mayzie. Still, what he felt for Bay wasn’t the same as what he knew he felt for Ashlynn. That silent debate crept into his mind again. Was he making the right decision? Would what he felt be enough? How would Bay take it?

“Bay!” he called out. The daredevil Borrower turned, and a smile spread onto her face as she spotted Soren.

“Well, hi handsome,” Bay greeted as she stepped up to Soren. She was obviously moving in for a kiss but hesitated not only when Soren took a half step back, but also when her hip lamp showed his bruises. “What happened to you?”

“It’s not important right now. I just… wanted to come talk to you,” said Soren.

“Sure thing, but I don’t get why those bruises aren’t important right now,” pried Bay. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m… I’m good, but there’s something I need to do first,” replied Soren. “Could… we take a walk?”

Bay bit her lip and folded her arms across her chest. Soren knew already by the stance she took that she knew what was happening. Without missing a beat, she asked, “Who is she?”

Soren shifted uncomfortably and smiled.

“She’s a good person, just like you. It’s just… I care about you, but what I feel for her is different,” said Soren quietly. “I wish things were different.”

“Same,” she smiled. “Really thought we could have something going. Don’t go changing your mind now.” Bay gave a sassy wink, and as she walked past Soren gave him a little love tap on his backside.

Soren wasn’t sure how long he stood there. He wasn’t even sure how he made it back to his home. All he knew was he was way past when he was supposed to be back, but he had some idea of how to make it up to her.

~~~^*^*^~~~

Ashlynn’s leg bounced nervously. Soren had been gone for nearly three hours. Three! She was going to kill him. At the very least, she was going to verbally annihilate him. If it weren’t for Mayzie wanting to play and Rey needing assistance making his new hook launcher 2.0 and Dorian working on some song lyrics, Ashlynn would be busting down walls.

She also knew that she needed to keep the boys and Mayzie safe. There would be nothing worse than if she went to go look for Soren and those three Borrowers came back to finish what they started.

Still, it was nerve wracking. Soren was still injured. He could take care of himself, yes, but even he wouldn’t take this long to run a “quick errand.” Right?

Her mind started spiraling when she heard Rey’s voice, which snapped her out of her inner monologue.

“What was that? Sorry, I phased out there for a second,” she asked, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her palm.

“I asked if you were worried about him,” said Rey as he, for the hundredth time, began messing with the bandage on his arm. It was completely involuntary, but Ashlynn reached up and set her hand beside the teenage Borrower and scooted her finger against his leg.

“Yeah, I am. He was acting a little off when he woke up. At least, I think he was acting a little off. I’m sure he’s fine, but…”

“I’m worried too,” interrupted Rey. Ashlynn stared at Rey, catching his pale blue eyes as he looked up at her and flashed a brief smile. “I don’t think I’ve been this worried or scared in a long time, but Soren is strong, just like you’re strong and… well… I don’t know about Dorian…”

“I know you’re not talking about me!” muttered Dorian passively as he chewed on the end of the plastic pencil tip Ashlynn gave him as he wrote down a few more lyrics.

“Just a tease!” grinned Rey before looking back up at Ashlynn. “Soren will be back. It’s okay, Ashlynn. He always comes back.”

“Always comes back from what?”

Ashlynn’s entire body relaxed from the tension she felt when she heard Soren’s voice come up from the side of the coffee table. It took every impulse in her body to not pick him up and hold him close out of sheer relief. Instead, she set her hand on the ground and let him climb on before setting him down on the coffee table.

“Soren! Welcome back!” called Rey.

“Your ears must’ve been burning. We were talking about you always coming back,” said Ashlynn. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest, making her cheeks feel hot with embarrassment.

“Of course,” stated Soren. “I’ll always come back.”

“Speaking of which,” prompted Ashlynn. “Where’ve you been? These rascals have been running me ragged.”

“Ha-ha, yeah right. Mayzie fell asleep during the last movie, and we’ve been working quietly,” said Dorian.

“Good to know you’ve spent your time wisely,” grinned Soren as he stepped over and ruffled Dorian’s hair, making him cringe and playfully slap his brother on the leg. Soren turned back and looked up at Ashlynn. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I… had a lot on my mind.”

“Oh? Things not go well with your errands?” asked Ashlynn.

“Things went well, but…” Soren hesitated, glancing at his brothers before looking back up at Ashlynn. “I… could we talk in private?” Ashlynn felt her insides clench. Talk? In private? What did that mean?

“Um… sure. If you think it’s important. We can go to the back bedroom and…”

“Actually, can we go to the roof?” asked Soren.

“The roof? That… Soren, that’s a public spot. Are you sure?” asked Ashlynn. Even Rey and Dorian glanced over at Soren.

“Yes. I’m afraid there might be prying ears here.”

“We won’t listen in,” interjected Rey, at which Soren grinned.

“Right, I’ll take your word for it. Actually, I’m more worried about the other residents here in the building. Please?” There was something in the way Soren spoke that didn’t seem quite like him. It made Ashlynn uneasy. Still, if it was important to Soren, Ashlynn knew it needed to be important to her too.

“Sure. Do… you think they’ll be okay on their own?” she asked, glancing at the boys and Mayzie sleeping nearby.

“Don’t worry, Ashlynn! We can handle those rascals if they come back! We’ve got the home court advantage,” chimed in Rey.

“And we won’t be gone long. I just… wanted to talk to you about something,” said Soren. Ashlynn hated this. An acidic taste rose up in the back of her throat. Everything about this made her uneasy, but she nodded and set her hand down on the table.

“Let’s go then. Boys, we’ll be back soon. Think about what you want for dinner, okay?”

“Got it!” affirmed Rey with a casted thumbs-up.

“Tacos for sure,” muttered Dorian as he continued writing.

With that, Soren stepped onto Ashlynn’s hand and she headed for the door. She was wearing a light jacket and, after Soren gave the go-ahead, she slipped her hand into her pocket with him. Ashlynn locked the door behind her and made her way to the elevator, walking carefully the entire way.

The elevator was on her floor, and it was on the ride up that she noticed that Soren’s body was shaking. What was going on with him today? Did he hit his head? Was he worried about his family?

It was now that Ashlynn felt like she had been punched in the gut.

Were they leaving?

Was that what he wanted to talk to her about?

It made sense.

This was the same kind of conversation they had when Ashlynn went to move away – when she left them behind.

Was that happening now? Were they going to a different place in the building to distance themselves from her, so they weren’t attacked again?

The elevator doors opening made her jump, and she briskly walked out onto the roof and into the small greenhouse. The sun was setting and refracted gorgeous beams of gold across the sky from the nearby buildings.

Heart starting to pound nervously and body trembling, Ashlynn checked the inside of the small greenhouse before pulling her hand out of her pocket, Soren crouching in her palm. Seeing him and anticipating the heaviness of the conversation made her chest tight, throat constricting with each breath.

All she could think was the same thing over and over.

Please… don’t leave me again. Don’t let me leave you… Don’t make me leave you…

Soren gestured to a shelf that was just about eye-level, so Ashlynn set him down there. There were several potted plants which, by comparison, were about as tall as Soren. There was no doubt in her mind that he felt her hand trembling the whole way. Still, she tried to remain calm. What if this was about nothing?

“Ashlynn, I… I went and talked to the Rafters, as you know,” said Soren. He sounded just as tense as Ashlynn felt.

“Rafters? They’re the main family, right?” she asked, hating the tremor in her voice. Soren nodded. Now she knew this had to be about the family relocating.

“They… were surprised at what happened, but Casper agreed with my decision,” said Soren. Ashlynn could see it in his face. There was something going on in his mind that she would have no sway over. He had made up his mind about something, and she wasn’t going to like it.

“Decision? Soren, I… I thought you were just going to talk to them and let them know what happened,” said Ashlynn.

Soren nodded stiffly. His palms felt sweaty. Every part of him vibrated with energy. He remembered a sensation like this once before, like when he first met Ashlynn; however, this was a thousand times amplified.

“I did just go and talk to them, but… I decided something too,” said Soren. Ashlynn bit her lower lip. She had to stop him. She had to say something – anything.

“Soren, wait. Before you do anything reckless, maybe you all should take some time. Get better. Don’t make any decisions rashly or emot…”

“I heard you,” said Soren suddenly. He couldn’t face her. His emotions were running wild and the only way he was going to say anything was if he turned away. Soren swiftly turned his back. He was shaking like an autumn leaf in a windstorm. Ashlynn, confused, instinctually cocked her head to the side. She felt momentarily blindsided.

“Heard me? What are you…” Ashlynn, like a punch in the gut, suddenly realized what Soren was hinting at. The color drained from her face. Time stood still. Every part of her felt adrift, lost at sea.

“You… you mean the other night?” she asked. Soren, with his back still turned, nodded. He wasn’t looking at her. He was shaking too.

So, this wasn’t about them moving. This was worse. This was about her feelings – about her confession. He heard her?

“You… heard me?”

“Every word.”

“You must’ve been dreaming,” Ashlynn said, trying desperately to explain away the words. Soren simply shook his head.

“Ashlynn, I didn’t dream your kiss.”

Ashlynn’s hands covered her mouth, stormy blue-grey eyes wide as saucers. She took an involuntary step backward. Emotions in a freefall, she was beyond mortified. Panicked, Ashlynn desperate tried to think of something – anything – to say to make it better.

“Soren, please…. I can explain,” said Ashlynn. It was the way Soren held himself that told her he would see through any fib or alternative thing to say. His back was still toward her. Even from this distance, she could see him shaking harder. His arms wrapped around his torso.

Tears welled up in Ashlynn’s eyes.

So… they were leaving… because of what she said.

No.

Please no.

Then it hit her. If this was going to really be goodbye, she needed to come out with it – everything. There was no way around it…

She took a breath.

“Fine… I’ll come clean. You want the truth? Here it is,” said Ashlynn. She was barely holding it together as her throat continued to constrain. Every ounce of her grappled with the emotions welling up in her heart. Her heart could not have been pounding harder or faster than in this very moment.

“I missed you when we were apart, maybe more than I should have. I don’t know when or how, I don’t even know if it makes any sense, but I’m in love with you.”

Ashlynn watched as Soren kept his back to her, arms still wrapped around his torso. Still shaking. What was going on in his head? What was happening? Like a jenga tower, everything felt like it was balanced one moment and collapsing the next.

“I didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid. Okay? Yeah, I get scared too. I was scared of messing up our friendship because I wanted something more. I know you and didn’t want it to seem weird or like I was trying to intrude into your life. It’s just… I’ve never felt more at home than when I was with you, and Dorian and Rey and Mayzie. You… you’re my guy. You saved me and helped me be a better person, better than I deserve. You’re funny and caring and bold. You helped me be a part of a family, and I didn’t want to ruin it by being selfish,” stammered Ashlynn. Every word spilled out after the next.

She bit the inside of her cheek, now shaking and fighting back tears.

“Soren… please… don’t leave. I swear, I’ll never do anything to hurt you or the family. I… just want us to stay together. I never said anything before because I was terrified you wouldn’t feel the same because we’re so different, but… are we really?”

Soren’s arm lifted to cover his face. He was shaking his head.

No.

She was losing him.

Ashlynn stepped up to the shelf and carefully placed her fingertips on the edge of the shelf by him.

“Soren, please. I don’t know what else to say. I’d never force you into anything you didn’t want. I know what I feel, and that’s all. I know I love you. Please… say something.”

Ashlynn waited several seconds in pure silence as tears streamed down her cheeks. Wincing at the pain in her heart, she lowered her forehead and pressed it against the shelf Soren was standing on.

That’s when she heard it.

A chuckle.

A laugh.

Then…

“It’s about time.”

Ashlynn looked up just in time to see Soren turn, a smile on his face and his hazel eyes glossy with tears of his own. He stepped up to her before she could pull away in surprise and, without hesitation, he kissed her on the forehead.

Ashlynn, stunned at Soren’s sudden advance, felt her entire body convulse. Her heart felt like it was about to explode with joy. Her right hand came up and pressed against his back, pulling him closer. Impulsively, she pulled away and pressed her lips against his torso, kissing him back.

All this time later… it was worth the wait.

As Ashlynn pulled away from her kiss, Soren leaning against her fingers, they knew something had begun – but now they would face it together.

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"You sure this is the movie you want to see?" Teddy anxiously fidgeted with the scarf Hosah was hiding in so they could avoid being charged for two tickets.

"Why not? I mean, 't just came out, everyone seems excited for it," The tiny man beneath the fabric was right, the queue they were standing in had gotten exponentially longer since they'd joined, and it wasn't like they were anywhere near the front either. "It's too late to turn back now, Teddy, you've reached... Your final destination." Although Hosah's corny pun was funny, in an ironic way of course, his assistant was not laughing.

"It's- it's not that I have an issue with it, I just don't wanna waste my money on a bad movie, you know?" Maybe it was just the fact that is was too hot to be wearing so many layers that made Teddy sweat. There was no way a man, who's dealt with death head on, would be so scared of some movie.

Hosah didn't have to say anything in response, his snickering was enough.

The line moved fast, and before they knew it, the two detectives were in their singular seat, having paid for a singular ticket. To say it was nine o' clock on a Tuesday, the theatre was packed. Hosah had never been particularly interested in the horror genre, but The Final Destination was the only recent release that would be playing shortly after they'd both arrived, aside from reruns of The Notebook, which he'd already seen more times than his parents in the last five years.

Once the lights had dimmed and everyone seemed to be seated, the shrunken man wriggled out from under the layers of fabric until he had a good view of the screen. Teddy's height was a real plus, as even from his shoulder, no heads were obstructing the view of the screen.

With the amount of medication he was on, Hosah found it hard to keep his eyes open, being wrapped up so cozily in Teddy's scarf by the crook of his neck. Any sort of warmth and that was it, the shifter was out like a light. Although he was definitely more of a dog person, Hosah could understand the common comparison between him and a cat, as he found himself getting drowsy in even the most chaotic of situations, much like this one. Despite the ear-splitting loudness of the surrounding speakers, and Teddy's constant flinches at the movie jumpscares, Hosah had to fight his body's urge to drift off into a deep slumber.

The screams from the surrounding movie goers regularly jolted the tiny man back to reality, but even then, he struggled to stay fully aware of his surroundings for more than five minutes or so. Realising he wasn't particularly built for this sort of thing, Hosah wondered why he didn't just invite his assistant to watch movies in the comfort of his apartment instead. Oh well, this was probably fun for Teddy, at least.

In a room so filled with people, there was no way Hosah was going to be able to keep his attention on the movie. The best part of the theatre was watching the people around you react anyway, at least in his opinion. The shifter had never really though twice about any movie he'd ever seen, even in the moments, the awareness of the fact everything was a work of fiction was enough to take Hosah completely out of the horror enjoyment experience, so seeing other people getting scared was his main source of enjoyment from the media.

Fortunately for him, Teddy was most definitely getting scared. The concept itself wasn't even remotely disturbing, some curse or whatever, avoiding death once means it'll come back to get you, a situation Hosah couldn't picture himself being in, but it seemed terrifying enough to the people around him. Maybe he was just too critical, or maybe he just had bad taste.

As Hosah felt the giant's shoulders tense up beneath him once more, his eyes began to droop against his will, falling into his own subconscious. Lately, he'd been having weirder and weirder dreams. Sure, the reoccurring nightmare of his own metamorphosis was weird, but these were all next level. Hosah didn't think his brain had the ability to create such scenarios, but every night he would live through them, and awake with the vivid memory of them all. Recently, they'd mostly been about Teddy. He couldn't really make sense of them, with no rhyme or reason behind any of the events, not that Hosah would know how to describe or even comprehend them, and no consistency amongst them all, besides the fact they were all about his assistant, of course.

It was weird, Hosah didn't usually dream of people he knew, especially so soon after meeting them. Maybe he really would have to get into spirituality some time soon, as the spirits lurking around in his mind were clearly trying to send some kind of message, the thing was, the shifter just couldn't understand what it all meant. Hosah didn't remember the event's specifically, just the feelings he experienced. Over the past few days, he'd woken up with his heart beating out of his chest, face flushed and body shivering. At first, he considered the possibility just being sick, but that didn't explain why the feeling went away once he'd gained full consciousness and awareness of his surroundings.

-~-

"You fell asleep? How? I could barely hear myself think," Teddy laughed in astonishment, at this point he shouldn't have been surprised by this fact at all.

Despite knowing the giant couldn't see him from his own shoulder, Hosah shrugged, "That just happens when it's dark and I'm all warm and cozy."

It was true, even now, with Teddy squatted down on the side of the busy street waiting for their cab, the tiny man was painfully aware of his heavy eyelids and weakened muscles.

His assistant didn't respond, only chuckling to himself, probably thinking of something Hosah definitely didn't want to know about for his own dignity.

"So, was it bad?" The shifter pulled himself up from under the layers, now stood on the collar of his assistant's dress shirt, fighting the urge to grab hold of his auburn hair for balance.

"I mean," Teddy turned his face in the opposite direction, pretending to look out for the taxi, "It wasn't good,".

As the giant shifted his view as far away from the detective as possible, Hosah craned his neck to get a better view of his assistant's, very red, face. "Aww, glad I slept through it then. I'm not really a huge horror fan anyway. Never really got to me."

Despite not being able to properly see pocket-sized man, Teddy turned his face back the way it came from. Although he really wanted to say 'Why'd you make me sit through that then?' , instead he asked, "What movies do you like, then?"

Teddy already knew the answer to his question, as he'd nosied around the shifter's TV stand whilst he was busy doing whatever it was he did instead of just asking for help. He didn't have many DVDs in his collection, but the ones he did have seemed mismatched at best, ones he'd never thought he'd see all together in one place. Out of the five all together, Twilight seemed to be the one Hosah watched the most, as it sat by the TV, case opened, and with its disc nowhere to be seen.

Hosah took a second to think before giving an answer, "Oh, you know, the classics. Pulp Fiction, The Godfather." Teddy felt the tiny man brush back and forth past his neck. That was one thing he'd noticed Hosah did a lot, he swayed back and forth whenever he told stupid lies.

"Really?" Despite wanting to call him out on the falsehoods, the assistant played along, seeing how far he could push before Hosah broke and admitted the truth.

He scoffed, although it was obvious he was more nervous than smug, "Of course. I mean, who doesn't love, I don't fuckin' know, Taxi Driver."

"What's that about? Never heard of it."

".. A taxi driver??" Hosah stumbled on his words a little, if the giant could see him as he stood perched on his shoulder, his face would probably be as equally red as his own was earlier.

On the topic of taxi drivers, a familiar face could be seen in the window of the bright yellow car pulling up by the side of the pavement where the two detectives off duty were waiting. Despite having a weird at best first meeting, Teddy called the number on the business card he'd been given two days prior and asked for Felix. There was something about the familiar European accent and his uncomfortable nicknames that were so endearing to him, there was no way he couldn't form a relationship with the guy.

Felix waved the two, who were already approaching, over with large gestures out the window, calling out a few words neither of the detectives could really hear or understand.

As Teddy climbed into the backseat, hand holding his scarf, which the tiny man had found himself wrapped up in once again, the driver gave a comment which could actually be heard this time, "Just you today? Where's Pupa?"

Hosah shuffled his top half out from under the polyester in response, face still flushed, partially from the sudden movements in which he was pushed and pulled every which way by the debilitating force of gravity, and partially because he had no idea of the meaning what he'd just been referred to as had.

He only became more confused as his assistant seemed to find the term to be extremely humorous. Hosah wanted to ask what it meant, but there was an invisible force that took away his ability to speak whenever he was tiny in front of multiple people all at once, especially when that included strangers. The taxi driver turned around, leaning as far as he could into the back seat whilst still sitting down,

"Where to?" if he were anyone else, this would've been a perfectly normal and socially acceptable question for him to ask, but the fact Felix sat staring directly at the shifter instead of Teddy deeply unsettled the tiny figure. He'd actually never felt so, perceived in his life.

Such a simple question, so simple that Hosah zoned out when his assistant gave the response and Felix had long since turned around and started driving, but he couldn't stop replaying the look in his head, a thousand times over. It wasn't like being stared at when he was tiny was out of the ordinary, in fact, he'd grown accustomed to being a spectacle, but that's what made the interaction so unsettling, the fact Felix didn't look at him as if he were a strange trinket or some kind of car crash that, despite knowing they shouldn't, people can't seem to take their eyes away from.

It was the first time someone had looked at Hosah, when he was such a way, as an equal human being. The same way Felix looked at Teddy in the same sentence. For once, he felt as though he was on equal grounds to just about anyone in the city, which was probably what scared him so much, as he realised it wasn't just the taxi driver that gave him such a kind of look.

Things like this always meant the most to him. Maybe it was just because he was so small, he could see the details so much clearer, that even a shift in the glint of someone's eyes meant a lot. Or he just had a bad habit of overthinking all the minute things in his life. Probably the latter, but Hosah preferred the first standpoint. Being three inches tall sucked most of the time, but being able to enjoy the smallest parts of life was pretty cool. Pillows being huge, empty plains of fluffy bliss, food always being in abundance, being able to count the freckles on a certain someone's cheeks, all the things he wouldn't be able to appreciate if not fulfilling his hereditary curse that was being a shifter.

Right now especially, Hosah could appreciate how warm and soft the flesh of his assistant's neck was, blended with the polyester of his scarf. If he couldn't keep his eyes open an hour and a half ago, he definitely couldn't right now. The giant voices mindlessly chatting were loud, but his lack of sleep over the past couple of days was louder.

As he rested his eyes, Hosah couldn't help but think back to the current case. If a random taxi driver he'd met once before could see him as an equal human being, why couldn't this sick monster see the fifteen people he'd taken the lives of as sentient beings at the very least? Even at his most lethargic of states, the detective's job kept him awake. If he'd had gotten there sooner, maybe they'd have had a better shot at saving the final body, or even identifying the man that had run away from the scene of the crime.

Hosah knew far too well not to get his head stuck on this topic, as he'd been repeatedly told by the two people currently closest to him, but it was something he couldn't help. Getting into a state of debilitating self hatred was his default, the one constant he could rely on for any sense of comfort when he had no control over anything going on in his life.

He wondered why Jules would ever seek him of all people to join the team five years ago. She knew him better than anyone, she knew the kinds of things he'd do to cope, it was a known fact to everyone in his life, that being a detective would be no good for Hosah, but being a stupid twenty one year old with no other prospects in life, Jules also knew he was a people pleaser, one that would do anything she requested of him.

Which is why, later in the evening, long since he and Teddy had ordered and eaten their takeout, both falling asleep together with the TV still playing, Hosah rushed to answer her call.

The ringing of the phone jolted the shifter awake so suddenly. He couldn't really think about the position he found himself in, still by the crook of his assistants neck, somebody was calling, and he needed to answer.

Carefully, in an attempt not to wake Teddy, he climbed down the creases in the unbuttoned dress shirt, using the wrinkles of the cotton as supports for under his feet. Hosah rushed over to the buzzing mobile on the coffee table, taking a risky leap from couch to the surface despite being unable to see where one things started and the other ended in the depths of the night's darkness.

He half expected it to be his dad calling drunk, or maybe Jeanne with more depressing news, but Hosah definitely didn't expect the name on the small screen to be Jules'. He hopped onto the other side of the phone, pressing whatever buttons he could under his heel until it picked up the call.

At first, he could only hear static and wind, but after a second or so, a familiar voice could be deciphered from the background noise, "Thank god you're up, aha. Sorry to disturb you in your down time, but, you know that guy I hired on the night shifts to watch all those cameras we got installed like, last year?" Surely when she called out of the blue at two in the morning, context was important. "Well, turns out he caught someone hand delivering a package, around twenty minutes ago."

Hosah couldn't quite understand what he was hearing for a second, due to both the fact he'd just woken up and also the absurdity of the scenario, "A.. A package? What, is it a pipe bomb or something? Call the police, not me, Juliette."

"That's the thing, it's addressed to you." She laughed down the phone, even though the situation was not funny at all.

As he stumbled on all the questions flowing from his head and out of his mouth, the shuffling from beside him took Hosah completely out of any coherent trains of thoughts he could form.

Usually by now, Jules would've hung up, but despite the terrible quality of the device, she could probably hear the fact Hosah wasn't alone through the speaker.

"Hosah?" Teddy sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "Who are you talking to?"

Before he was able to explain himself, their boss chimed in, "What are you doing with Edward at two in the morning?"

"Ah, what are you doing calling me at two in the morning? Just get the police over tomorrow and have them take the package to forensics or something. I don't care if it's for me, I don't online shop." If he were more conscious, he'd probably be a lot more disturbed.

In fact, Hosah was annoyed if anything, all he really wanted was to curl back up in the space between Teddy’s shoulder and neck, but he gathered that probably wasn’t an option anymore.

The static picked back up again as Jules spoke up once more with a sigh, “Well, if you want to come take a look, a couple of us are already here. You don’t even have to bother calling Edward, ‘t seems.”

The tiny man frantically shuffled across the keys of the phone, hanging up as quickly as he could to avoid any sort of further teasing he knew his boss loved to indulge in, especially regarding Hosah and any relationship he forms with the men around him. She knew too much, and he didn’t trust her not to share what he wished he’d just kept to himself all those years ago.

The shifter gathered his breath in one exasperated sigh, turning his attention back to Teddy, who’s structure was complimented by the glow of the single table-side lamp the pair had forgotten to turn off before falling asleep. The yellow bulb’s luminosity clung to the giant’s face, wrapping perfectly around his prominent square jaw and high cheekbones. If he didn’t already know better, Hosah would’ve just assumed he was some kind of model.

“So..” Teddy fidgeted, his eyes shifting over to the humming TV infront of him, “What was that about?”

Hosah shrugged as he often did when he knew all too well what the answers to the giant’s questions were, “Someone’s hand delivered a package to the office. Got my name on it. Probably a threat, these fucking..” the tiny man waved his hands around in a similar fashion to how Teddy would, “Anti-shifter lunatics. Hah, it’s not the first time they’ve put some kind of bounty over my head. They don’t think we’re deserving of any sort of place in society. Never mind in the criminal justice system.”

His assistant hummed in melancholic agreement, “If they knew you, they’d understand. What you said earlier, it was powerful, you know you should go do speeches or something, got a way with words.”

“I don’t remember what I said,” The shrunken man could only laugh at the thought of himself up on a podium, “I say a lot of things, you throw a hundred things at a wall, at least one of thems gonna stick,”

“It was about you all being one. All shifters, I mean, that you need to look out for each other.” Teddy was looking right at him now; the same way he would look at any other person of his same size, except this time with a remarkably warm smile, “I think you say a lot of, fucking.. cool stuff. I don’t know. I’m sorry.” The giant wiped the sleep from his eyes once more as an excuse to cover his flustered face.

“.. Yeah, I guess that was cool of me.” The shifter was well and truly flattered, wanting to cover his own blushing face too.

“Well, anyway, we’re up now, how about breakfast?”

Food did sound good, Hosah had intentionally spoken more than he’d eaten earlier, meaning he’d gone almost the whole previous day without any sort of substance. When in front of others, he’d always resorted to shifting things around his plate so it looks like he’d had more than the reality of the situation, he didn’t know why, it’s not like he was embarrassed, it had just become a bad habit.

The giant stood to his full height, with the coffee table Hosah lounging on barely being at knee height. Teddy paused for a moment, realising he’d almost forgotten something.

“You coming?” He knelt down, hand open on the edge of the table. The man, just the right size to fit in the palm being offered to him, froze. He weighed up his options, he could experience the touch of which he hadn’t felt in years since moving to the city, or he could do his usual climbing act back onto Teddy’s shoulder.

Ah, whatever, it’s not that big of a deal. Hosah cautiously made his way over to the hand which waited patiently for him, suddenly hit with a wave of shyness that couldn’t be shaken. Despite having done this a hundred times before, he found himself nervously planning out his footing as he observed the palm in-front of him.

Honestly, he half expected Teddy to take the piss and poke a little fun at him, but he didn’t. The giant waited without a word. No kinds of encouragement or teasing, no talking down to him, just silent patience. Hosah liked that about him, he knew his place even when he clearly had the upper hand in these situations.

Just as he was about to take the first step, something came to Hosah’s memory, “Teddy, what does Pupa mean?”

“Oh, um,” his assistant laughed to himself with surprise at the sudden question, “In Latin, it means doll.”

“Eugh, god. How come you get the cool name like Sancho?” Hosah thought himself to be very smart as he used to conversation to distract himself from all of his nerves surrounding the hand in front of him, crawling into the palm with the grace of a fish out of water.

Without thinking too much about it, Teddy stood to his full height now that the shrunken figure sat comfortably, “No, no, Sancho is so much worse. That’s like, the male equivalent to English’s ‘mistress’.”

This fact made Hosah feel quite a lot better about his own nickname.

Almost as soon as he’d stepped onto the palm, it was time to be lowered back down onto his familiar kitchen counters. Curse Teddy his stupidly long legs, the shifter was just starting to enjoy the warmth radiating from underneath him.

The view from the counter was quite nice, though, he could always appreciate a good forearm. Hosah watched with a little shame brewing in his stomach as his assistant checked through his cupboards, revealing nothing but half a loaf of bread, an unopened can of chopped tomatoes, and a small glass bottle of vanilla extract.

The fridge was equally barren, only barely having the ingredients Teddy needed to prepare whatever he was thinking about.

“You know how you said you always carry ground cinnamon with you?” He asked, leaning forward against the countertop, his shadow cast over Hosah’s tiny form.

Embarrassed by both the position he’d found himself in and the fact Teddy had remembered the fact, Hosah hummed as if to say ‘go on,’.

“Where do you keep that?” The giant elaborated,

If he wasn’t shy before, Hosah was most definitely shy now, “In my- coat pocket. On the inside. It’s .. hung up by the door,” Despite being small enough, the shifter shrunk back into himself, pointing out back into the living room.

As if he didn’t do anything at all, Teddy casually went over and collected what little he had left in the spice shaker. Returning with all of the ingredients laid out in front of him, he explained himself,

“I’m making French Toast.” Teddy said, going through the under-the-counter cupboards to retrieve both a small skillet and a shallow bowl that Hosah didn’t recall ever owning. “Out of everything you had, it’s lucky you seemed to stock all the ingredients. Do you make it yourself often?”

In all honesty, Hosah didn’t even know how one made french toast. “Nah. I don’t really

cook all that much. Unless you count adding hot water to noodle cups.”

“I see,” Teddy laughed, “My dad’s a chef so, I always spent a lot of time with him learning recipes and such. Plus my grandparents were sort of incapable by the time I got old enough to use the kitchen, so I ended up helping them out a lot in that way.”

The shifter looked up curiously with those familiar big brown eyes, Teddy’s voice was very sweet, honey to the ears as his slight accent slipped into some of the words he said. Hosah wondered if he’d mind being asked to read him bedtime stories any time soon.

“Anyway, do your parents do anything cool?” Hosah taken out of the moment as the conversation was shifted onto himself,

“Ah, not really. You ever heard of Etsy? Kind of new, my dad’s a warrior on there. Always doing some kind of order. He’s a woodworking teacher at my hometown’s highschool, but lately he’s been focusing on his own online shop. It’s cool. He can make just about anything.” Hosah could go on for days in praise of his dad.

As he whisked the mixture of egg, cinnamon, and vanilla extract, the giant replied, “What do you mean not really? That is cool.”

The shifter looked down to his feet with a flustered smile, “Yeah, it is, I guess.”

“What about your mom?”

“Oh, she’s a nurse. Always pretty busy when we were kids. My parents had kind of an unconventional relationship, stay-at-home dad with my mom bringing home the bacon. Or, bread, we can’t eat bacon. I don’t know.”

“Hmm, you don’t like pork?” The clicking of the gas being lit on the stove sort of muffled what Teddy had asked, placing the soaked bread slices onto the lightly greased skillet.

“ Nah, ‘ts not kosher. I don’t even know, I don’t even really believe in religion all that strongly, but I’ve been doing it my whole life so, what’s the point in stopping now?” Hosah rambled on, unsure if what he was saying could be heard by whatever higher being he’d dedicated his life to pleasing, and if it’d come up in purification.

“Oh god I get that. I still find myself thinking back to some of the shit I learnt in school, ‘You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a woman’ , man tell that to all of your priests then, you know?” The shifter was kind of taken aback with how much passion Teddy seemed to have on the topic, and also with what he may or may not have just told him. His heart beat out of his chest, realising he might actually have a shot at what he’d been trying to scrub from his mind whenever he looked at the giant.

“Y-yeah, totally. It’s still nice though, I guess. Hope of something after life, reaping your rewards, finding out you were right the whole time and every one else was getting it all wrong.” Hosah turned, hiding his red face despite the fact his assistant was far too distracted with the task in front of him to notice.

Teddy exhaled a contemptuous ‘Pshh’ , “That’s the thing though, what if everyone else was right? I don’t even really believe in an afterlife, to be honest. I always just thought you were put back on earth at square one, with past lives and all that.” he shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m a Libra, I’m indecisive. I might tell you the opposite tomorrow.”

“I don’t even know what my zodiac sign is, not the most spiritual guy out there.”

“Well,” Teddy turned his head away from the sizzling pan and down onto the shrunken figure, “When’s your birthday?”

“June first.”

The giant squinted with a familiar coy smile that meant he was definitely up to no good,

“Gemini. Yeah. That makes so much sense.”

“Why, what does that mean, how does that make sense?” Hosah needed an explanation to why the giant seemed to be so understanding of the answer.

Teddy’s eyes adverted back in that annoying nonchalant way, “Well, they say you guys are clever, impulsive, communicative, and you contradict yourselves a lot.” That same smile curled up onto his face as he remembered one more thing, “And you’re bad at sex. But then again, these are just loose traits, they can apply to just about anyone. It’s fun to think about though.”

The statement completely flustered Hosah into a stunned silence, with no idea what to say or how to respond, so instead, Teddy added more to his side of the conversation,

“They do say that Libras and Geminis are really strong matches though, so we have that going for us. I’d like to think there’s some truth in it all. It’s just interesting, I like it.”

Hosah coughed out his words in embarrassment, “When’s your birthday, then?”

“October nineteenth. My sister’s birthday is only two days before mine.”

“Eugh, I’d hate that. Are you the youngest or the oldest?” Hosah acted as if he knew all too well about the middle child syndrome of being forgotten, despite being fully aware of his dad’s blatant favouritism in his favour.

Teddy reached over to the dried dish pile by the sink, the smell of the cooked toast wafting throughout the whole apartment, “Youngest. There’s only eighteen months between me and my sister though, so we’ve always been more like twins if anything.” Turning the heat off of the stove, he continued, “What about you? You have siblings also, right?”

“Mm, two brothers. One older, one younger. It was always kind of awkward, because me and my older brother are so close in age, but then my little brother and I have a ten year age gap. Felt like he missed out on a lot of older brother growing up experiences, made me feel bad and stuff.”

Teddy gave a sympathetic ‘Mmm’ in response, too distracted dishing out breakfast to really think of any sort of heartfelt reply.

“Aaand breakfast is served,” The giant turned his body to face the tiny figure to his left, although he had a sort of disappointed pout on his face. “Wish we had some syrup or something. Ah, oh well, maybe next time?”

The way his face shifted so quickly and with such ease was fascinating to Hosah, Teddy could go from upset to overjoyed in about half a second, or so, that’s how it looked on the outside.

He offered the palm once more after washing them thoroughly, and this time, Hosah had no trouble diving straight onto it, quickly becoming accustomed to the familiar feeling he thought he’d long forgotten.

In these mundane moments of making breakfast together, it was almost like Hosah could forget there was someone going around killing off shifters like flies being trapped in a cobweb. As if there wasn’t something waiting for him back at the office, hand delivered with his name inked on the front. What it was, he had no idea, and he was enjoying his blissful ignorance too much to dwell. After all, his brain didn’t really work normally at such early hours in the morning, and he was in no rush to reach full conscious stability.

#g/t #giant tiny #g/t ocs #gianttiny #sfw g/t #oc hosah #oc teddy #g/t writing #Puparia_tag #Interaction focus chapter #Hrrfh #I feel like this is too early to hint at romance but like #It’s my story I can do what I want! #Self Indulgence ❤️ #Longest chapter so far and it’s 90% mundane as conversation #but that’s what I like personally I feel like If I don’t see the characters talking like normal people I can’t connect with their #relationships and how they feel and such #So I hope That Part Is Cool with all of you #Becahse I wanna #😀

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Captain Rondel, hes an Elk, hes a Pirate, he believes that he'll find his soulmate while trveling the sea and he, actually, does!

Being the son of the captain of a very well known pirate ship, he easily takes charge as the captain dies.

Hes basically the perfect captain, he has a horrendous reputation but hes not that bad, he got a habit to steal from merch ships and sell back, he also steals the slaves as they work for free.

Oke day, he'll find a slave on a ship, and wont just let her go, she if "stolen" from the ship like the other slaves, she works all day every day, sometimes cleaning, sometimes helping in the kitchen, and being clumsy, she oftens makes mistakes, but every time she spills wine on a hand made carpet, forgets to clean a spot, or dares to talk back at one of the crew mates, Captain-cool knows he has power, and knows how to use it.

He cares not about his subordinates knowing he has interest in her, too bad she thinks its a sexual or a more abusive interest rather than romantic, she fears him, and he doesnt want that, so he has a genius idea.

And decides

To have

Dinner...with her.

The whole plot is about him being in love and she not understanding that his feelings are genuine.

The dinner is really not that bad actually, she eats, expects him to humiliate her, but that never happens, instead, he tells her stories about his first adventures in the open sea, about his wonderful life.

She is surprised, concerned, and pretty much freaked out as he talks to her as equals.

Rondel is and Elk, and being five meters tall doesnt help the girl he likes to relax in his presence.

The human girl, on the other hand, is about 1,60 meters, she has dark skin, curls, and the slave mark on her cheek.

She was raised as a slave, she doesnt really gets the concept of choosing things, and when his owner, the owner of the other slaves she learned to call family, confess his feelings, she just doesnt get it, and decided to go along with whatever he says.

Make questions, i like questions

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All Aboard the GT(S) Barge!

Howdy Folks (I need a more exciting hook)

I am looking for new friendly faces to talk GT with and set up captivating RPs with! 

I am an experienced writer and a GT fanatic with lots of Roleplay time logged! I am constantly bubbling away with ideas and new stuff and would love to wrangle in new peeps, whether it be your 1st or 1000th roleplay!

Please see my crucial rules below!

-You must be 21+ (Both you and your characters)

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[kaseysgtnonsense]

G/t scenario idea:

A really self conscious giant finally opening up to one of their smaller friends, who tells them “At my size, I can see a lot more detail in things. Things you giants pass off as perfect have all kinds of imperfections and defects, but when I look at you... there’s nothing about you that I can’t find beautiful.”

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[octoberink]

A hero of war

Is that what they'll see?

Just medals and scars

So damn proud of me

A tender moment between these two as Taylor admires Kade's scars from the war. He eventually tells her how he got each one, and she learns the reasons behind his weird quirks and large personality. The man is a conundrum and not as simple as Taylor originally believed. I hope you all enjoy! I've been trying to fit some time to draw between my new writing schedule, so I should have more stuff to share soon!!

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#giant #tiny #gianttiny #gt community #warm #gentle #couple #romance #soldier #art #cartoon #artists on tumblr

[toonytoodles]

Ok so G/t families

Small parent with giant s/o and giant kids

Big parent with smol s/o and teeny kiddos

Small x Tall with children of various sizes

Bean kids with borrower parents

Beans raising borrowers

Beans raising giants

Giants raising beans

Parents of any given sizes attempting to raise a size shifter

Pregnant smol- giant feeling baby kicks with their finger tips

Pregnant tol - smol feeling baby's kicks with their entire being

Parents being amazed with child, completely in awe and filled with love despite their size differences

Child understands from a young age what's toys and what's family members

Child grows up unafraid of giants

Small children held by giant parent for comfort, big children holding small parent for comfort

Trying to plan outings/vacations when your whole family is 6" tall or shorter

Trying to plan outings/vacations when your whole family is 15' or taller

Imagine going on a road trip with a car full of borrowers

G/t found family would melt my heart OH

Kid wants to go to bed with tiny parents, it ends with kid taking their small parents to bed

Kid wants to go to bed with big parents, their giant parents carefully set them up in their bed

Giant kid wants to sleep in the bed with the tall/small couple, uhh...

Tiny kid wants to be in bed with tall/small couple, uhh...

Size shifter kid wants in their bed, how to explain to a six year old that they change A LOT in their sleep and that it's not safe...

Wrapping Christmas presents, [small] has disappeared, hearing a tiny muffled voice, Christmas comes very early as they carefully unwrap everything to find them

Giant parent makes HUGE pillow fort for their kids, they live there now, they refuse to leave

small kid, to big parent(s): Will I get that big when I'm older? Uhh...

big kid, to small parent(s): Are you small cause you didn't drink your milk? Uhh...

Or size differences being completely normalized and kids don't really notice, both is good

Kids are mean to them and they tell their parents, what the other kids didn't know is that their parent is 60 FEET TALL, THEY'LL NEVER BE PICKED ON AGAIN (the giant doesn't even do anything, their mere presence is enough to make them leave their kid alone, which is great! The baby's safe 💕)

Oh man, it can be any combo of sizes, and imagine all the funny hijinks and adorable house set ups to accommodate for the various sizes, just so much potential for domestic G/t, I NEED MORE

ADD MORE IDEAS IF YOU HAVE THEM, I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

(And I know it's not biologically possible, BUT I CAN DREAM HAROLD, IT'S MY FANTASY AND I WANT FAMILIES OF EXTREME HEIGHT DIFFERENCES)

#g/t fluff #sfw gt #gt #G/t #g/t prompts #g/t romance #romance #domestic g/t #giants #giant tiny #gianttiny #giant/tiny #g/t #borrowers #size shifter

[xxnuclearrainbowxx]

IDK- I FELT LIKE IT-

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[luvnhugsgt]

Art Updates!

Some art that includes Benny, Diamond, Perrie, Eddie and/or Tiffany! I'm including the quotes from deviantART, where I originally posted them.

"I'm not walking around with you looking like that!" "Please have mercy on my soul, little human!" "No!" "It looks punk, it's my style!" "Well it's disgusting!" Diamond is pretty wicked with the hairbrush.

https://www.deviantart.com/luvnhugs/art/Get-Outta-My-Hair-878248006

"Are you kidding me, Benny, are you KIDDING me! I told you not to wear the stupid skull tie! And sunglasses??! Really?!" Hell hath no fury on Diamond. Not even scorned, just in general.

https://www.deviantart.com/luvnhugs/art/Wedding-Dates-880137832

In the front, we have Diamond, obliging her much beloved pal Tiffany by taking a selfie with her, only, Tiff's phone is super huge, so she's leaning on it and giggling, over how absurd the whole thing is. Tiff is trying to pose, but she's kind of cracking up, too.

https://www.deviantart.com/luvnhugs/art/Tiff-and-Di-I-d-Take-a-Selfie-for-You-G-T-877927105

Oh! If you guys didn't notice, Di has brown hair now, lol!

Enjoy! Updates coming... eventually 😂

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[witcherfan]

My favorite one shot giant tiny story is called Broken Bonds by

Veliciah over at deviant art.com.

https://www.deviantart.com/veliciah/art/Broken-Bonds-One-shot-867017962

#fauna #giantgrowth #monster #teenagers #angst #romance #oneshot #gianttiny

[narrans]

Here it is…

My next work in progress…

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[narrans]

A new episode of A Tall and Small Collection is out! Go check it out from the links below!

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Thank you all so much for your amazing support. You are the source of my inspiration.

Cheers and, as always, stay awesome!

~Narrans

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[narrans]

A Tall and Small Collection | S2.32 | From Fun to Fright

Ashlynn woke the next morning to the sigh of Sorn, her four-and-a-half-inch tall boyfriend, sleeping soundly beside her. The indent he made on the pillow was nearly imperceptible, but the impact he made on her heart was larger than life itself.

The boys had a sleep over with Hero and were out in the living room. There was no sound, even as the clock flipped over to eleven o’clock, meaning the boys were probably still sleeping.

Mayzie, on the other hand, was staring up at the ceiling chewing on her fingers happily. The Borrower toddler had a sixth sense for when Ashlynn was awake and, naturally, she tended to the child.

She tidied her up quickly and pulled off a miniscule piece of a granola bar she had in her purse, though the toddler merely sucked on her small fragment.

It wasn’t until Soren stirred that Ashlynn dared approach and kiss him tenderly on his chest. The warmth of his smile as he opened his eyes spread through her whole body.

“Morning,” he muttered sleepily as he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles.

“Well, looks like you slept well,” Ashlynn teased, daring to tussle Soren’s bedhead. He rolled his eyes and took the taunt with a wink.

“If it looks half as good as yours, then I take it as a complement,” he said. Stretching, he stood and hopped down onto the squishy mattress below, catching himself with his cat like reflexes, and walked toward Mayzie. “Good morning sweetheart.” Mayzie cooed and uttered, “morn,” before continuing to suck on her breakfast.

He sat on the bedspread across from Mayzie and began combing through her wavy brown hair kissed with the slightest auburn with his fingers.

“Dirty dust bunny,” he muttered. “You need a bath today.”

“Why don’t we go ahead and do that before the boys get up?” suggested Ashlynn. Soren paused just for a moment and looked up at Ashlynn.

“Why?” inquired Soren. “We’re not doing anything else today, are we?”

“Actually,” said Ashlynn. She bit her lower lip and averted her eyes momentarily. She had an idea of something she wanted to do with Soren for a while now, but had only worked up the courage to bring it up after seeing the boys have such a good night yesterday. “I had something in mind.”

“Oh?” asked Soren as he subconsciously wrestled Mayzie into his lap so he could continue combing through Mayzie’s hair.

“Yeah, I… well… I was thinking that you and I could do something tonight,” said Ashlynn, laying on her side with her head resting on her propped up hand. Soren’s quirk of a smile broadened as he eyed Ashlynn.

“I think I like that idea. What did you have in mind? Rooftop?” asked Soren. Ashlynn shook her head.

“No, something a little more daring,” said Ashlynn, running her fingers through her hair. Eyes narrowing, Soren guessed again.

“A picnic in the park?”

Ashlynn shook her head again.

“Well, I’m out of ideas. Going out in public for a picnic is pretty bold,” stated Soren, reaching up and scratching his scalp.

“Well… it is out in public,” said Ashlynn. “I want to take you to the movies.” Soren’s eyes widened as he stopped mid-scratch to look her in her stormy blue-grey eyes.

“Really?” asked Soren. His heart had skipped a few beats and only when he saw that Ashlynn, unblinking, was serious did he swallow dryly in response. “Public? Ashlynn, that’s dangerous.”

“I know, but I’ve thought it through already. I’ll wear a hoodie, so you’ll be hidden. I’ll put up my hood by my neck so no one will see. Plus, it’ll be dark,” said Ashlynn.

The thought of leisurely watching a movie at home was a delightful one. The thought of being out in public and possibly being seen or glimpsed was quite the opposite. Would he even be able to relax? Enjoy the date with Ashlynn with his sixth sense which detected humans going off in the back of his head?

His thoughts swirled in his head, but a quick, blushing kiss to the top of his forehead snapped his mind back to the moment.

“Please?” said Ashlynn softly. “I promise we’ll be alright.”

The earnestness in her voice and twinkle in her eyes was what pushed him over the edge.

“Okay… We’ll need to prep the boys and Mayzie, but…” Soren was interrupted by another one of Ashlynn’s heart racing kisses to the top of his head.

“Thank you,” she breathed. Without another word, she whisked herself out of the bedroom to get the bath ready for Mayzie.

While Soren still had some minor reservations, it was a worthy risk to see her happy.

The rest of the day practically flew by with chores and conversation.

Mayzie’s bath was an eventful venture to say the least. She was initially stubborn because there were no bubbles, but then was uncertain of them when Ashlynn added just a little too much bubble bath solution to the sink. Then, she refused to get out without popping every bubble in the sink.

After, everyone congregated in the living room where the boys finally were stirred awake by the sound of Ashlynn and Soren making breakfast, which was French toast. They worked on some of Rey’s inventions and played a few more games before hinting that they needed to finish up some chores.

Hero went home shortly after lunch, talking non-stop about the movies and how amazing the night was, thanking Ashlynn, Soren, and Rey profusely as he left.

The moment Hero left, Soren and Ashlynn told the boys that they were going to be going out for the evening and that the boys would be on their own for the rest of the evening.

“What?! What do you mean?” asked Rey, folding his arms and staring at Soren. “Why can’t we come? What are you going to go do?”

“Rey, they’re going on a date,” muttered Dorian, giving him a playful punch on his shoulder.

“Well, we’ve gone on those before with you. The picnic, remember? We won’t be a bother. We’ll be quiet,” pointed out Rey.

“Sorry bobbins. Not this time,” grinned Soren as he playfully ruffled his brothers’ hair.

Despite Rey’s protests, the only thing that Soren and Ashlynn allowed was for the boys to know they were going to the movies.

“WHAT?! The movies?! Now we have to come!” argued Rey.

“We’re previewing the movie,” stated Ashlynn. “It’s a little mature for the both of you, and certainly for little Mayzie. We’ll talk about letting you watch the first one after seeing this one. It’s the fourth movie in a series about a guy who was a… kind of secret agent, but for bad people.”

With a pouting lip, Rey eventually relented with the promise that they would all get a chance to not only see the movie, but also make it to the movies one of these days.

The evening was finally free and, after dinner, Ashlynn came out of her room dressed in simple black pants, a crop top white shirt, and a snuggly looking black and white plaid print coat that looked like a kind of poncho with a hood.

Soren, speechless, looked at her in awe. Beautiful inside and out.

“Ready?” she asked, holding out her hand. He nodded and kissed the boys and his daughter on the head before stepping onto Ashlynn’s outstretched fingers.

“We’ll be back soon. You have the emergency number on the phone on the couch. Everything you need is there and, if you need us to come back early, give us a ring,” said Soren as Ashlynn pulled him away.

“Bye Soren! Have fun!” The boys shouted as Ashlynn slipped their brother into the front pocket of her jacket.

Heart in his throat, Soren leaned against Ashlynn’s fingers and tried to breathe calmly as he felt the slight jostling of Ashlynn as she walked to the elevator. The doors clattered open and she stepped inside. In a low voice, she addressed Soren thoughtfully.

“They’ll be okay,” said Ashlynn. “They’ve been on their own before, and we won’t be gone for long.”

“I know,” said Soren after a moment. “It’s just… I haven’t done this in a while – leave them on their own since…”

“I know, and it’s… it’s going to be alright,” reassured Ashlynn. “We’re going to go have a good time, and it’s going to be fun. Okay? Remember that. We’re going out to have fun.”

Ashlynn curled her hand ever so slightly to cup Soren’s form. He reached his arm up and around her thumb, leaning against her appendage and squeezing hard to make sure she knew he was listening.

Ashlynn grew quiet as she walked out of the elevator to the parking garage where Soren was able to slip out and secure himself onto her right shoulder for the remainder of the ride. It was an enjoyable ride. Letting themselves relax, they sang along to the radio and laughed at some of the radio stories they heard, wondering how people could be so ridiculous.

They pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater where, for the first time since they got into the car, Soren fell silent. Before him was an endless sea of cars, each usually accommodating one to three humans. Seeing so many cars suddenly made Soren squirm.

It was nerve wracking to be out in the open with so many humans nearby. Any one of them could easily spot him and address it to Ashlynn. Or, worse, their phones could take pictures of him and Ashlynn together out in public.

His nerves felt tangible, his body shuddering involuntarily as he stared at the towering building in front of him.

Ashlynn reached up with her left hand, obviously sensing his tension, and touched his legs with her index finger.

“Ready?” she asked. Taking a moment, he breathed deeply and nodded.

“Yes,” he said definitely.

“Hey,” muttered Ashlynn, turning her head and bumping her shoulder, making Soren lose his spot. He slid off of her shoulder into her left hand where Ashlynn held him out so she could look him in the eyes. “I love you. I love your courageous heart and that you try so hard for me.” With that, she pulled Soren close and kissed his chest.

Soren sank into her hand, letting her soft lips press into his torso. Could she feel his racing heart? Could she sense how much she meant to him? Did she know how much it meant to him that she was trying so hard?

None of the words could form and, instead, Soren kissed her back, letting his hands rest on either side of her lips.

She pulled away and smiled at him. He thought about protesting, but instead nodded and managed a few simple words before Ashlynn slid him into her pocket.

“I love you too.”

Ashlynn was careful on her walk into the theater and made sure at every turn that no one could glimpse into her pocket. Soren, on the other hand, managed to see everything happening from his vantage point. He saw the oddly colored carpet and smelled the stale popcorn and candy.

Their seat was at the very back so no one could see Soren as Ashlynn fished him out of her pocket, pulled up her hood, and set him on her shoulder just inside the hood. Hiding just behind her ear, the two of them sank into comfort and watched the movie unfold.

Personally, there was a lot for Soren and he didn’t understand all of the references, but the man on the screen who was the, as Ashlynn said, “secret agent,” he was certainly flexible and moved with the agility of a Borrower, twisting and dodging even the most impossible task.

Ashlynn waited for everyone to leave before daring to snag Soren back from his perch and sliding him into her pocket once again.

The trip home was filled with discussion about the movie and whether or not Rey and Dorian would be ready to watch these kinds of movies. Ultimately, they decided they would censor some of the violent and naughty clips, but the overall concept was acceptable.

They were in the elevator and stepping out into the hallway just outside of apartment when Ashlynn’s phone began to ring. She glanced down at the number, which Soren managed to glimpse, and saw that it was Dorian calling.

“Dorian? What is he calling for?” asked Soren quietly. His heart began to pound. What was going on? Something was wrong… They wouldn’t have just called to check in on the two of them. “Ashlynn!”

“Got it.”

Ashlynn quickly fished out her keys and slid them into the lock. She hurriedly swung the door open, stepped inside, and closed it, both listening closely as they entered.

Both of their hearts sank as they heard a ferocious shout from the kitchen counter.

“Get off of me!”

It was Rey!

Ashlynn hurried forward into the kitchen, jostling Soren who she had taken into her hand, and rounded the corner.

As Ashlynn flicked on the light and, immediately, saw red.

Someone – a Borrower – had a hold on Rey’s leg and was dragging him across the counter. Blood was dripping from the guy’s nose and, the moment the light was on, both of them froze.

Soren recognized the Borrower immediately as one of his assailants.

Rey, taking advantage of the opportunity, kicked the Borrower hard in the knee and was free in an instant. Rey scurried away, tripping over himself as Ashlynn set Soren down on the counter.

Before he could say anything, Soren watched as Ashlynn’s hand descended around the stunned Borrower, snatching him off of the counter with incredible speed. In this moment, Soren once again remembered why humans were so dangerous as he watched the Borrower dangle from Ashlynn’s grasp high above his head.

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A Tall and Small Collection | Soren

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[narrans]

Quick Question - Cover Art

Greetings and salutations my friends!

I shant keep you long, but I have a question for you.

As you know, I am currently in the process of printing A Tall and Small Collection | Soren to put on my Etsy store. I am editing as fast as I can in between projects, but I am wrestling with a question.

I created a cover way back when, but was wondering if I should get something professionally done.

As you know, I am not an artist and this was an early attempt. At the same time, I want you all to have the best possible product that feels complete.

Thoughts?

Let me know in the comments below.

Cheers and, as always, stay awesome! ~Narrans

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[narrans]

WE MADE IT! Printing in Progress!

Greetings and salutations my friends!

Apologies for not posting this yesterday, but I just checked and, thanks to all of you, we made our goal!

After going through the final tally, it looks like A Tall and Small Collection | Soren was the book most voted for to be printed.

I seriously cannot thank you all enough for supporting this initiative and I will be providing regular updates on the progress of the printing. I have some edits to make to the document (spell check, grammar, etc.), but it should not be long now.

IMPORTANT INFO: The book will be available on my Etsy store and I will only be printing 25 copies to get started. I want to make sure I don't overprint, but I also want to make sure there are enough to get started.

Again, thank you all so much! I seriously could not do anything I do without all of you. Your creativity inspires me everyday and I cannot thank the community enough for being there to support me and other phenomenal artists, authors, and content creators here.

Cheers and, as always, stay awesome! ~Narrans

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[narrans]

A Tall and Small Collection | S2.22 | Afraid to catch Feels

Music was playing on the kitchen counter. It was twilight. The sun was descending over the horizon and the sunset was an ombre of blues and amaranth and gold. Not a cloud was in the sky. The light danced against the windows from neighboring buildings, creating a light show in the living room.

Ashlynn was standing at the kitchen sink. Her hips swayed back and forth to the music, a sassy tune with a beat that was present but not heavy. The words were there, but it was hard to make them out. Her hum harmonized with the tune, but she was off from time to time, sounding dissonant. Not that it mattered.

Soren watched Ashlynn sway from side to side. He leaned against the counter but looked down after a moment to realize that he wasn’t leaning against the backsplash. He was leaning against the actual counter. He wasn’t his proud four and a half inches. He was tall, just barely taller than Ashlynn. She was wearing her pink polka dot shorts and a sweet little black t-shift with a few holes here and there on the sleeves.

Soren, on the other hand, was wearing his normal attire, but it looked nicer and not so patchwork, with brown pants and a forest green shirt. For whatever reason, this didn’t feel odd or out of place. It was just like this was how things were always meant to be between them.

The song changed to one they both knew, but couldn’t name if they had to bet on it. Ashlynn continued bopping to the music as she glanced over her shoulder and admired the view. She smiled and winked, knowing it would make him blush – and it did. Soren watched, arms folded, and admired the life she chose to live.

What a good life they had together…

Soren thought about the trials they had been though. Ashlynn remembered the fear and heartache. They remembered the nights of movies and music, rough housing and teasing. They had their family, and that was all they really needed.

Suddenly overcome with emotion, Soren stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Ashlynn’s waist and leaned back, pulling her with him. It was a subtle tug, but it was enough to get her attention. She smiled tenderly and leaned back into him while they continued to sway to the music.

Ashlynn turned her head to the side, admiring the way his hair fell by his hazel eyes which she found so much reassurance in. He had such strength, such dedication – such love. Ashlynn pressed her forehead against his cheek, dangerously close to his lips. Ashlynn knew what she was doing, and Soren knew it too. He leaned forward just as she pulled away, teasing him.

“Gotta try harder than that,” she smiled.

“Oh, that’s how it’s going to be?” asked Soren, pulling her away from the sink, pressing his hands against her hips in hopes to spin her to face him. Ashlynn was too fast. She stepped to the side and spun into him instead, keeping her back to him to block him out. She giggled as a shiver ran up her spine from the warmth of his touch. She looked into his hazel eyes, those liquid gold orbs of his that gave her so much happiness and joy.

At the same time, he lost himself in her blue-grey eyes that looked like a distant storm that would just barely pass by. Skin charged like a million fireworks were surging in his body, something had to give. How much more could they take?

How could he not know?

How long had she felt this way?

The moment – the life between them – felt so fragile like a glass orb that could shatter with the smallest movement.

Still, it couldn’t be helped.

She turned around and leaned into him, pressing her front against his. His fingertips traced he edges of her arms.

Their lips met, fitting perfectly as though one was made for the other.

It was like finding that piece of yourself that you didn’t know was missing.

They pulled away after countless moments of being entwined in one another’s arms.

“Don’t leave” whispered Soren.

“Never again,” breathed Ashlynn. He leaned forward just as she did to kiss again…

And then it was gone.

Soren woke in his bed with a jolt that he wasn’t expecting. He was sleeping on his side, reaching for something – someone – he could never have. The feel of Ashlynn’s lips against his was still in the forefront of his mind. The warmth of her touch lingered on his arms as if it actually happened.

Why?

Why her?

After hanging out with Bay, Soren thought these thoughts – those feelings – would have changed.

They hadn’t.

Why was it that when Ashlynn smiled, the day’s troubles melted away? Why were her stormy eyes the things that reassured him? Why was it her courage and strength that kept him going? It was the desire to see her that helped keep him going after everything that happened

Was it fate that brought them together again? Was it chance? What would Ashlynn say if she knew he was having these thoughts?

She seemed friendlier recently, and they had some moments of connection that seemed unreal. Was she feeling the same way? How could she? She was human. How would they go about being together?

And if he said something… it couldn’t be taken back…

Were these feelings real? He thought so. Or was he just grateful to her? Did he feel indebted to her? The answer was yes, but was that connected to his feelings?

He didn’t know.

There was something else that he didn’t know.

He wasn’t the only one who dreamed.

In the room just below him, Ashlynn woke with a start.

The dream felt so real.

She was dancing with Soren in the kitchen – his kitchen.

His clothes were the same, but hers were different. She was dressed like him – a Borrower. Patchwork shirt and skirt with a button on the side that was as big as her forearm.

His touch was so warm.

His kiss was so tender.

Ashlynn felt tears roll down the sides of her eyes.

Could she go on like this? Having him so near? Never saying what she really wanted?

For now, she needed to get ready for work, but stayed in bed for just a moment longer, to savor the memory of Soren’s kiss.

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