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Pursuer was pretty sure he was in love, one problem, he didn’t know how love worked.
He doesn’t remember when or how it happened. That magician just seemed to catch his eye one day, what was his name again?
Artful.
They weren’t very close, actually, they were the most distant out of all the killers. The reason why was because Artful was a civilian, and Pursuer ate civilians.
Though he kept to himself most of the time, he knew Artful didn’t have a “mate” yet.
Humans were confusing, their way of this “love” was strange. During movie nights, Pursuer found it strange that there was a long period of build up before the romance actually began.
Pursuer wasn’t patient, he didn’t want to wait that long just to get close to Artful, but maybe it would be good to act less “animal” like.
He didn’t know where to start, well, he did recall seeing flowers being exchanged. But did Artful like flowers? Thinking back, he did see some white roses in his room once.
The forest was barren when it came to flowers, much less roses. He had no luck finding any flowers when an idea struck.
A civilian, alone, this was a perfect opportunity to kill, but this time would be different.
He used stalk and quietly approached, once close enough, he grabbed the civilian and dragged them away from the nearby road.
They screamed, but were cut off with a hand covering their mouth.
“You..” Pursuer managed to rasp out.
“I.. What? Please don’t kill me!” The civilian cried out.
Pursuer cleared his throat before speaking again.
“Let’s make.. a deal..” A pause. “I want you… to buy me some.. white roses.. if you fail to do that… I’ll kill you.”
The once terrified civilian now had a look of confusion on their face, but didn’t dare ask any questions and nodded their head quickly.
“You have.. five minutes.” He warned them.
“Okay okay! Just please don’t kill me..” They said, practically sprinting away towards town.
Pursuer hoped that his plan would work, even if the civilian didn’t keep their promise, he still remembered their scent. So he really could find them and kill them if he wanted to.
But it looks like that wouldn’t be happening, because a few seconds later, a sweaty person came running towards him with a bouquet of white roses in hand.
“I.. I got the roses! You won’t kill me now right..?” They said, laying their hands on their knees.
“Leave.” He growled, which was enough to get the civilian running off again.
Perfect, now all he had to do was give these to Artful. But how? It would be weird if he just straight up walked up to him and handed them out. But if he did it secretly, how would Artful know it was from him?
Just then, an idea clicked, he’d seen this in one of those romance movies before. The main character was too shy to give the love interest gifts, so he left little hints leading up to who it was. What was the word? Right, a secret admirer.
He could start with a handwritten note, but there was one problem. He didn’t know how to write, let alone spell.
He couldn’t ask the others for help, that would ruin the secret, so he had no choice. He had to learn.
He snuck into his room and placed the flowers in the closet, in which he also grabbed an english dictionary. He grabbed a pen and paper, ready to write.
It was hard to copy the correct letters, but he was determined to get this perfect, so determined that he spend over two hours writing the little note.
To Artful,
These flowers reminded me of you.
From, your secret admirer
It was definitely a note, a little cringey to his liking, but it was a start. Two hours spent on possibly the world’s shortest note.
He snuck out of his room, careful not to alert any of the sleeping killers in the base, and stopped once in front in Artful door.
He steadily placed the flowers down and began to walk back to his room, once inside, a strange feeling overcame him.
What was this? Why was his heart beating fast? It’s not like it was adrenaline from chasing civilians, this was a feeling he was never going to get over.
As he curl up in his bed, he closed his eyes and let the thought of the others reaction take over.
Which was soon replaced with dreams of fresh meat.