Chapter Text
Mostly focus on Jonathan 3rd POV:
A lone hunter gently tugs his stocky horse who carrying goods into the deeper part of the wintering forest. The faint sounds of wolves and owls let him know that night is approaching. He has to keep moving before the dangerous animals come out to play before the cold become unbearable. Constantly, the snow fallen from the trees above and sky as if to mock or tease him. He wipes his mask and growls tighten his scarf then pulls his fur hoodie covering his mask as best warding the icy-cold.
Snow plummet onto Jonathan's mask again and he wipes it off the nth time. His loyal company, Teddy, neighs at his frustration growls before she rubs her black color snout against his hoodie to calm him. He truly loves stocky black hair chestnut horse ever since he save her as a foal. She had similar treatment like him he had to save her. It was worth the pains and sweats earning the golds to purchased and trained her. He didn't regret it one bit.
"C'mon girl."Jonathan pats her nose then tugs her reins toward the direction of his cabin. Mindful of his surroundings, Teddy, and his goods straps on her back. The silent always make him wary especially at this time. Anything could be lurking in the shadows waiting for the right moment to strike.
It's been snowing ever since he left town. He traveled with his previous goods and wares to sell then a visited from his best friend. Even today, Luke dislike him from staying away from town surviving in the wilderness , but he understood and support Jonathan as much he can. Jonathan doesn't get much connection from the outside due to his exclude location other than Luke's letters. Not many people are willing to reach his house deep into the wood to give his mail. At least, he has set some kind of mailbox not too close from town for mailmen to give him some letters and gifts from Luke and he can do the same. If he went to that town it will take over at least half a day. Other towns would take longer and he prefer not to stay overnight. So, he bear with it due to time is precious especially in the winter with a shorter morning and a longer night. Just like now.
Different shapes of teardrops were chisels onto the tree barks he left behind. From the shape of makers he placed tells him which paths to take or avoid. He remembers the forest very well, but when the snowstorm or bad weathers hit makers are great to have. Certain paths would lead to his storage, backup homes, traps, towns, and to his actually home. He could never be too careful. Other than Luke, he didn't really trust the villagers. They didn't trust in return, but they need his wares for the long winter and summer and he need to visit Luke and occasionally some tools. So, a trade deal was stuck. Selling his wares and goods to help the damn town who condemn him just to see his friend and buy overprice worn out tools for him to sharpen and fix. Lucky him.
Jonathan follows the trees with teardrops with swirls at its center leading them home. They have to pass through the lonely tree island first as he called it. He led Teddy to a forest clearing to the lone tree island. A bridge he built led to the small island. To Jonathan, it's beautiful views in winter. The snow covers everything as a big white blanket in dusk. It's a pain to drill into the solid ice to fish, but he still enjoys the scenery. They walk to the lake edge to around back to the forest again.
Faints cheeps broke the silent. Jonathan blinks at the new sudden noises, Teddy tugs at her rein looking the lone tree. Jonathan brow scrunches gentle in confusing following Teddy's direction to the island. He closed his eyes listening carefully again. The cheeps become softer. Jonathan let go of Teddy's rein signals her to stay. Carefully, Jonathan creeps to tree the cheeps sound came a louder from there. He notice the snow around the lone tree was disturb and someone try to covers their track. He peeks in the tree hollow to see a piece of cloth wraps with a bump wiggling inside. He never sides that kind of cloth before. Colorful red cloth weaves with splashes of orange and yellow like fire. He tugs the cloth feeling the smooth material to his glove. He bet it for all the golds he has it's soft. The bump wiggles and cheeps moving closer toward him. Jonathan lifts the cloth to see a white owlet probably a week old. Still a baby with its eyes still shut and its adult plumage haven't grown in yet.
'Why would an owlet be cover with this?' The owlet shivers and cheeps again and Jonathan's eyes widen, 'Shit! It's freezing!' He wraps the cloth again and unbuttons his thick coat. Goosebumps spread on his skin through his shirt then he tugs his scarf and wraps it as a pouch. He scopes the owlet placing it in his scarf. The owlet shuffles before snuggle against his warm chest. Jonathan buttons all except for one to let the little guy breathe. He places his hand under his scarf to support the owlet then run back to Teddy.
"Teddy, home. Now!" Teddy neigh loudly trotting after Jonathan. The owlet wiggles against his chest as he runs home.
They reach their cabin home before the last sunlight rays. A simple wooden two story house from the outside appearance with an attach barn on the side. Jonathan unlocks his warm barn letting Teddy inside and remove her burden. Teddy neighs happily before eating the hay he provides for her. Jonathan shut the outside door then bolt it. He throws more hay into Teddy's feed and refills her water before entering his foyer through his side door. He drops his good onto the floor and checks the front door lock intact. A mental note to grab the rest of stuff later. Jonathan sped to living room to his fireplace passing his bathroom, bedroom, small blacksmith area, and kitchen. He removes his winter outfit except his scarf on his couch. Carefully holding his scarf and owlet he throws a couple of logs letting the weaken fire come back to life.
His bare hand tugs his scarf and cloth off near the fire he unwraps the cloth. He's right. The material is the softest material he ever touches. Not ever his woolen bed compares to this. Or anything could. The owlet lift itself from the cloth and cheep again. Clacking its beak then opening its beak wide toward his direction.
'Hungry? Owl-like eats small prey whole...owlet can't.' Jonathan fast paces his back goods. He saves some animals to store later to be skin and cure. The villagers usually pick the bigger games due to more meat leaving the smaller games for himself. In the wilderness, you can't be picky. Storing foods are valuable. Food is food. No food means forging, starving, or both. Always have plenty in stock in his home and storage selling some that are almost due. The skins can be sell, gift, or use on himself. A good system for himself.
Pulling a plum wild mouse corpse and a sharp knife from his bag then a small tong from his smiting area Jonathan head back to his little owlet. Jonathan cut the corpse into small pieces then use the tong to careful feeding without injuring his hands. After the owlet had its feeds its stop opening its mouth and snuggle into cloth sleeping. Jonathan brushes its soft feathers with a sad smile.
'All alone too. I know that feeling too.'
He picks the owlet in his arm and head to upstairs leading to a bedroom with railing overseeing the living room. The fireplace brightens his bedroom with the moonlight seeping into three windows he didn't need to lit a candle. He places the owlet on his queen size bed sliding the side table in case the owlet wanders while he is sleeping then secure the cloth around it then head downstairs to unpack his stuff. Once the last stock of meats is set for the owlet and prepare his tools for a long day tomorrow he heads to his bedroom again. The owlet is still sleeping and he laid beside it.
'What should I called you?' Jonathan rubs it head watching it within his mask, 'I don't even know if you're a boy or girl.' He sighs ruffling his brown hair. He's going to keep his mask on too. Don't want any rude awaking from sharp beak to his face in the morning then closes his eyes to rest.
Tap.
Tap. Tap.
Tap.
Jonathan furry his brows together at the noises. The noise sounds too close than the birds tapping his windows. He opens his eyes. Blue eyes against molten brown surrounds by yellow sclerosis. The owlet blinks then tap with its beak against his mask.
"Morning, little guy." The owlet blinks tilting its head slightly. Jonathan scratch its head again. The owlet closes its eyes then gently clamps his finger. "Hungry?"
Jonathan stretches letting his backbone pops then he picks the owlet and cloth heading toward the kitchen. After they finish eating, he checks on Teddy. He bought the owlet closer to Teddy let her adjust to owlet. She brings her snout flares smelling the owlet. The owlet wobbles and Jonathan tighten his hold.
"Teddy! Meet the newest member of our family! " Teddy looks at them then neighs. " You know the gender? Is it a girl?" She stomps twice. "No? It's a male?" She stomps once. "Male, huh. Thanks, Teddy." Jonathan pets her snout before heading back inside. He places the owlet on the side table wrapping the cloth around him.
'The owlet needs a name.' Jonathan stands up pacing back and front of it. 'Teddy jr.? That name could work. Nah. Jonathan jr.? It doesn't fit him.' He looks at the owlet's molten brown eyes. 'I know!' He snaps his fingers removing his mask looking at the owlet eyes to eyes. The owlet let out a cute hoot. Jonathan's heart melt at the sound.
Jonathan smile widens, "Your name is-"
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A month later
Something plummets on his mask. "Vanoss!" Jonathan yells and wipes his mask, then smell it. He flinches in disgust. "Really?!"
He walks to the kitchen to get a damp towel to clean the smell off. From the corner of his eyes, Jonathan watches Vanoss hoots moving his neck left and right watching him below from his recently install owl rails Jonathan add around the house. His adult golden feathers are coming through from his plumage. The cute owlet turning into a trickster owl that enjoying pranks. It always direction at him somehow. Teddy and Vanoss have some kind of truce must be an animal thing. It won't be long before Vanoss reaches adulthood then he will...fly off the nest.
He sighs.
"C'mon man." Jonathan whines, throwing the cloth aside. Vanoss hoots flapping his wings then hops rail to rail. "Don't give me that looks," Jonathan growls at the pout looks Vanoss give him. Knowing he'll forgive him. Damn owl. Too smart for his good. Way too smart.
Hoot.
"Dammit, fine." Jonathan tosses a mice at Vanoss. Vanoss scoop down using his claws slamming the mouse's back then swallow its whole. "I spoil you way too much."
Ho-hoot!
"Shush up!" Jonathan huffs looking at the window; winter is almost coming to an end. He could see some animal activities lately. He has to come back to the damn town soon. He would bring Vanoss after he trains him a bit more. Vanoss like to follow him even though he will hoot denied it. He is not sure how Vanoss reactions toward the town's hatred on him. The sounds of claws hitting the counter draw his attention off the window then Vanoss tugs on his shirt looking at him. Jonathan scratches his head and Vanoss shut his eyes in pleasure then nibbles on his finger. He wonders how Luke reaction to his new company would bring.
Probably he would complaints at his harem of animals getting bigger then congratulation him. He may have to let Luke holds him until he finishes his trade.
"C'mon Vanoss. I have another friend I want you meet." Jonathan grabbing his winter gears.
Time skip
"You found him," Luke remarks watching the owl wary as Vanoss practice flying around his stuffs. He almost drops and breaks some items Luke wince in pain when some of his precious belonging fall onto the ground.
It was a different compare when they arrive in town. For once, Vanoss was silent on his shoulder. Damn owl like to make noise when he wants to until things get serious or if he was hunting. Jonathan places some goods into Luke's storage. Thanking his friend for the tea and sit across from him.
"Yep." Jonathan nods taking his mask off his face to drink some tea. He watches Vanoss attempts to fly from Luke's bookshelf.
"His parents, you know. Was there?"
"If they were they would have attacked me. Owls are quite protective and possessive especially for their young."
"I see."
"I found this with him." Jonathan shows Luke the piece of cloth. Luke grabs the cloth inspecting it.
"I never seem this kind of cloth created in town. I remember-" He ponders, "A strange merchant awhile back when you weren't here selling similar merchandise and asking some questions."
"What kind of questions?"
"Tan skinned dude having two cut dressed in some blinding colorful clothes with glasses. He came looking for a black hair baby specifically covers with a flame and sun blanket. Eyes like amber jewels and some fancy quotes shits. Vanoss have only a cloth that may possibly be a flame though he has goldish-brown feathers. It's not even a blanket though does have some cuts on it." He measures the length, "So I advise you to not mention it to no one. The merchant left a hefty sum of gold for any information. More if the villagers found the baby."
"Damn."
"Yea. If they knew..."
"I know. Can you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Can you watch Vanoss for me?" Jonathan sighs, "I'm going in." He stands up adjusting his mask onto his face. Instantly, Vanoss stop moving then focus his attention at Jonathan. Vanoss wonders toward him flapping his wings ready to climb on Jonathan's arm gear to his leather shoulder brace.
"You sure?" Luke glances at Vanoss, "I don't think he'll stay."
"Vanoss, you have to stay here." Jonathan gesture a stop command.
Hoot. He stomps his foot.
"Vanoss." Jonathan let out warning growls gesturing him a stop command again. Vanoss puffs his feathers clacks his beak. Luke chuckles at them then shake his head in disbelief.
Hoot!
"Just take him, Jonathan." Luke answers, "I have feeling Vanoss will follow you whether you like it or not."
Hoot.
"See he agree with me."
"Fine...C'mon Vanoss."
Hoot! Vanoss hops to his shoulder brace gentle tugging on the few Jonathan's hair strands coming off of his mask. Jonathan waves goodbye to his best friend reminding Luke if he ever needs shelter from the town then come to him and leave the town for good. He untying Teddy's reins head off to town.
"Teddy watch Vanoss."
Teddy snorts looking at Vanoss. In return, Vanoss clacks his beak.
"No funny business, Vanoss. I mean it."
Ho-ot.
The villagers watch Jonathan's movement; they sneer and point at him. Jonathan ignores them. The fools believed he was cursed for being born on the cursed day of the blue moon. He was forced to wear a white mask and abandon by the town except for his loving mother who died protecting and nursing him and his best friend. If anything goes wrong he was blamed. Ironically, the cursed child saved them from starvation except for Luke. He always brought foods and supplies to his best friend's home, Luke didn't to take his supplies for free often banter him. If he didn't maybe the villagers would start the trade deal to begin with. They would steal his food instead.
Vanoss clacks his beak fluffing his feathers when the villagers get too close to Jonathan trying to scare him as usual. Quickly, Jonathan sells some of his wares for the daily steep price. Luke told him once what his goods cost triple the price compared to what he was given. Greedy bitches.
"That owl." One of the villagers, Avery, Jonathan remembers she looks in interest at his owl instead of his horse this time. "How much is it?"
"He's not for sale." Jonathan firmly states. Avery frowns at him. Vanoss clacks his beak in warning at her.
"I will give you 5 pieces of golds for both." She remarks proudly as if he should be proud to retrieve that much golds. Five pieces of golds. No fucking way. Teddy and Vanoss are priceless.
"No."
The villagers nag and curse him for not agreeing to her deal. They complain about him being selfish, for not helping them, and not fulfilling his agreement. Selfish bitches. Jonathan glares behind his mask. These people are stupid. He helps them, practically save them. In return, they wanted everything he has leaving him with nothing.
"My friends are not for sale. If you don't want my wares I offer then that it." He tugs Teddy rein leaving the town. Slowly, people surrounding them try to block his exits they pull and tug on his cloak trying to reach Vanoss. Vanoss shrieking at them puffs his feathers he pecks at their fingers when they almost capture him. Teddy stomps her feet snorting at the crowd she tries to covers Jonathan, and Vanoss. Jonathan spots someone trying to snatch Vanoss-
Immediately, Jonathan drops his goods on hands covering Vanoss into his cloak then climbs on Teddy making her gallops. Vanoss claws dig into his arm as people running before Teddy trample them. He wishes she did. Some people throw stuff at them. Jonathan shields Vanoss and Teddy as much as he could. Jonathan saws Luke from the corner of his eyes through his house. He frown at the villagers then nods at him, he went back inside. Hopefully, it would be enough for Luke to leave this stupid village anyway. He always has enough room for his bro.
Jonathan knows he won't come back here probably for at least one or two seasons. Maybe more. They deserve it for treating his friends like shit. Let them starve for all he cares. He unwraps Vanoss from his cloak. Vanoss glares at him before flapping his wings climbing back his brace.
"You're welcome."
Shriek.
Couples months had passed
The snow and ice melt away leaving leaves growing the bare branches, and animals becoming active again. Nature has awoken again and springs showing it ways through the forest. Teddy and Jonathan watch Vanoss actually flying above them on the lonely island. Vanoss is a fully adult now, his golden feathers grow fully with two brown feathers horned like a great horned owl or similar species maybe. At least 3 feet tall, wings almost as long as Jonathan's legs. A handsome yet smart ass owl.
Jonathan quietly sniffs feeling proud yet saddens by this. This is how parents feel to raise their young before they go on their own? If so dammit Teddy and he are damn proud to raise him. Teddy pushes her snout against his shoulder looking at his eyes in saddens too.
"I know girl. I know." He pats her watching Vanoss fly into the forest.
'Fly free, Vanoss.' He's not going to cry. He's not. He didn't regret it one bit.
"Let's go girl." He smiles behind his mask then tugs Teddy rein going home away from Vanoss.
'Goodbye friend.'
He secures Teddy back into the barn and heads into his bedroom lacking the energy to do anything. He just going to lay awhile and handle everything tomorrow. He closes his eyes into a dreamless sleep.
Tap.
Tap-tap.
Tap.
Jonathan furry his brow trying to block out the noises. Stupid birds tapping his damn window again. Can't they let him sleep? He blocks out of the noises, it still continues even louder than before.
"WHA-" He blinks as the sight. An owl and a bald eagle perch on his window still. Not just any owl it's Vanoss who staring at him. Jonathan rushes toward the window and unlatches then go a face full of Vanoss who covers his face pecking and clawing his mask. Jonathan yells as Vanoss shrieking at him before Vanoss harshly tugs at his hair then perch on his bed frame glaring at him.
"He was worrying sick about you." Another voice still Jonathan for a second before unsheathing his dagger pressing it against the throat of an intruder.
He turns to see as Luke describes as that strange flamboyant merchant with fashion crisis. A skinned dude dressed in a colorful robe with glasses who looks amuses at him.
"How-" Jonathan looks surprised. "How did you get in?" He demands he presses his dagger deeper watching the stranger wary.
The stranger smile sincerely ignoring the dagger against his throat, "I forgot how humans are. Where's my manner?" He extends his hand toward Jonathan, "I'm Brock. Nice to you, Jonathan."
"You didn't answer my damn question." Jonathan growls, "How did you get inside? And how the hell you know my damn name?"
Something warm pressed against Jonathan's shoulder he turns his head about to give that owl a mind-
"I did." A tall male black hair person with Eastern descendant stares back at him. What draw Jonathan attention was that male's eyes. Molten brown against blue eyes. Jonathan recognizes those eyes anywhere. Only one animal has those kinds of eyes that are the owl in his room. No way. His eyes trail down Vanoss's shou-bare shoulders...He's almost tempted to look down.
Jonathan stands in shock.
"I know you're confused." Brock smile drawing Jonathan's attention away from Vanoss to him, "Why don't we go downstairs while E-Vanoss get some clothes?" Gently, he touches Jonathan's shoulder tugging him to the stair as Vanoss stand behind them he glares at Brock.
Brock leads them to Jonathan's living room. Brock seats down on Jonathan's couch then pats the seat next to him, Jonathan seat down perturb as Vanoss came downstairs he huffs at Brock. Brock smile at Vanoss then looks at Jonathan. Vanoss pulls a chair and sits behind Jonathan laying his chin on Jonathan's shoulder brace. Jonathan is too bothered yet he welcomes the comfortable weight. The back door shake and they look at Brock.
"I bet you have a lot of question. Let's wings off with yes we're animals." Brock stated waiting for Jonathan reaction.
"Then how are you guys are human?!" Jonathan disclaimed, "You just say you're animals."
"Yea...It's a bit complex. Let's say our animal ancestors were blessed by god. Any animals can do it just have to understand it. The ones who can are just smarter and wiser than our non-humanized kin."
"I don't get it."
"I say it complex. Watch this." Brock appearance disappear in the blinking eye, in his place is a bald eagle. He shrieks and flaps his wing before revealing his human form again. "Ta da. It was a-bird surprise."
"My god." Jonathan places his hand onto face and chuckles, "That's terrible."
"I got you to smile. So it works." Brock pats Jonathan's shoulders. "Nice laugh by the way."
"Brock," Vanoss warns glaring at Brock.
"Ah." Brock drops his hand onto the couch. "Let wings that aside. Hey, Jonathan can I have something to drink, please."
"You're telling him to get you a drink?" Vanoss narrows his eyes, "Why don't YOU get your own?"
"Because I'm a guest?" Brock looks at Jonathan begging him for alone time with Vanoss. The back door rattles louder, the sound of hooves hit slams against the door again. Jonathan sighs letting Brock have some mercy.
"I can't be rude to my guest so soon," Jonathan remarks, "Hey, Vanoss. I'm going to check on Teddy then fetch some water. That's fine?" Brock nods then Jonathan move away from Vanoss hold and head to the kitchen. He grabs a jug from his counter. Vanoss stays quiet as Jonathan head toward the side door. Teddy let out a loud neigh ready to break the door down. She looks at him and stops when Jonathan gesture her to be quiet. Jonathan opens the barn door then he leans against the side door trying to hear the conversation, Teddy did the same across from him. Great minds think alike.
"We both know you have to go home."
"I know." Jonathan leans against the door straining his ears to hear the conservation easier.
"Everyone was looking for you. They thought-What happen?
"I don't remember much, but-" Vanoss mumbles inaudibly.
"What about the royal oath? If it that case-"
Vanoss mumbles inaudibly again then sigh.
"I see...I wonder where-?"
'Oh shit!' Jonathan gestures Teddy to move away from the door. He moves in stealth outside down the path to the well. He snaps the rope and throws the bucket into the watery depth. The bucket rattles and slams against the stone wall splashing into the water. He turns the axle lifting the water bucket above the well. He pours the water into the jug then tosses the bucket back to the well. He fast paces back to his home. Vanoss perks up when he see Jonathan walking to the kitchen then smile when Jonathan sits on the same spot on the couch.
"Welcome back, Jonathan," Vanoss says looking happy placing his chin on the brace again.
"There's the man of the hour." Brock smile, "What took you so long?"
"I just fetch water from the well." Jonathan remarks and huffs at Brock, "I wasn't gone too long." He hands Brock a cup of water.
"Oh, I see." Brock dismiss his claim looking amuse as he drinks, "So, Jonathan. You don't mind having indefinite guest perching at your forest?"
"Not really...Why." Jonathan answers suspicious, "It's not my forest. I just live here. You don't mind me hunting your kin?"
"Fair enough. If you don't mind me asking about your mask? I heard from Vanoss that you're the only one...who wears a mask."
"I was wondering for awhile." Vanoss question he pokes Jonathan's mask then frown hugging Jonathan from behind, "I hated how the villagers treated you." It warm Jonathan's heart to hear he's protected and someone else care for him too.
"It just a mark of-"Jonathan ruffles his hair feeling sheepish as Brock and Vanoss watch Jonathan carefully. "It symbolic we're cursed ones. We wear masks to hide our faces from villagers because we were born on the Blue moon and rid us of human connection. The villagers didn't want to blame the god so they find a more suitable substitute..."
"How cruel." Brock's eyes expresses sadden, "Avoiding responsibility like that."
"Hey, it's not too bad." Jonathan chuckles, "I has Luke, Teddy, Vanoss and you. That's all I need. The villagers don't bother me too much since I left though they enjoy the goods I bring them." Vanoss remains silent holding Jonathan tighten.
"I see. Sun is setting down. I'll see later Vanoss and Jonathan. Thanks for the water." Brock places the cup on the floor then wave goodbye he walks to the window opening it then jump out. He transforms into his eagle form flying away.
Jonathan yawns and wipes his eyes before he moves away from Vanoss. Today is quite a day. He's ready for it to be done.
"Ready to go to bed, Vanoss?" Jonathan looks Vanoss sleepy. Vanoss nods then stand follows behind Jonathan.
"Hey, Jonathan?"
"Hmm?"
"You don't mind me sleep on your bed?"
Jonathan pauses regularly Vanoss when he used to be an owl he liked sleep in his bed before a newly nest on the bed stand become his sleeping area. Sometimes, Vanoss like to sleep next for fun or plan a prank on him. The ways Vanoss seems to enjoy his human appearance and he's damn tired just this one time.
"Sure. Just don't prank me tonight."
Vanoss smiles looking excited as the aspect of human sleeping. His steps have an extra spring. Crazy night owl.
He hopes he doesn't regret it.
Jonathan takes off his boots dropping onto the floors then slam himself on the bed. The bed creaks and moans at the protest. An extra weight creak the bed again. Jonathan looks up to Vanoss lying next to him. He didn't really pay much attention to Vanoss new appearance having a muscular yet fit body probably from him flying and hunting all the time. The moonlight is not helping its shining light on his eyes giving them glowing brown eyes watching his eyes. How long they been staring at each other.
Damn owl.
"I never get say this before, but thank you." Vanoss smile brightly, "Thank you for watching and caring me," He places his palms against Jonathan's mask removing it his face. Evan smiles widen then he closes his eyes gently Eskimo kiss him. Jonathan freeze up his eyes widen in shock again.
'Remember Jonathan, he has some animals habits. Remember. He's still thinking like an animal. Probably. You're thinking too much.' Jonathan eases up then Eskimo kiss him too.
"No problem, Vanoss." Vanoss stop it then presses his forehead against Jonathan.
"Evan." He whispers concentrating on Jonathan's eyes.
"What?" Jonathan looks confused. Isn't his name Vanoss?
"Brock told me my real name is Evan, but I don't mind Vanoss." He childlike smile, "Please call me Evan too."
'He's too innocent!'
"Alright, Evan." Jonathan yawn again he closes his eyes letting sleep takes him. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Vanoss continue watching Jonathan snore. His smile turns into a smirk he holds Jonathan burying his face into his hair.
"I won't let you go." He whispers before going to sleep.
A year passed
Flowers blooming, animals are returning because of spring again. Animals keeps screaming at each other at odd times. Brock seems peaceful with all of the noises. And Evan...He looks ready to commits murder he kept glaring and growling at the sounds. Brock suggests heading to check his daily mails and Jonathan was too willing to leave. He waves at the cheerful and moody bitches and went off his merry way. He picks some letters and gives some packages to Luke. Reckless bastard decides to become the middleman between the trade deals. It was meant to keep the villagers from hunting and killing him. He rather not brings that kind of danger to Luke, but he insists on keeping him safe.
Jonathan let out a sigh before waving goodbye to his friend and head back home with Teddy to those crazy birds. When he returns, Teddy walk to the tall grass while Jonathan listen to some shrieking outside his house. Teddy's ear twitch as she ignores the sounds continuing grazing.
'Please don't let them destroy my home.'
Jonathan opens the door to see Evan and Brock fighting. More like Evan glaring at Brock as he pace in front of Brock and Brock calmly watch Evan. Evan sigh he sits across from Brock. He covers his face with his face then looks at Brock.
"That's his decision. Not mine. If he wants to we can do it."
"No issues here, but if you don't...."
"I know. I'll ask him."
"Ask me what?" Jonathan blurts out. Evan and Brock freeze up. Brock's calm expression shifted into a smirk as Evan shifted into shock.
"M-"
"Shut up!" Evan yells watching warily at Brock's sly expression. "It's nothing."
"Really?" Jonathan question, looking at the redness spreading on Evan's cheeks, "It doesn't look like it. Are you feeling already?"
"It's nothing!"
"Well, I have to go," Brock announce walking by Jonathan to the door. Jonathan tilts his head in confusion.
'What the hell?'
"I have a mate to visit and care for. See you guys later." Brock waves then close the door. Evan and Jonathan stand in silent before Jonathan looks at Evan.
"Mate?"
"Don't worry about it. You had a good trip?" Jonathan blinks at the change of topic.
"Yep. I'm still glad I don't have to visit the town anymore." Jonathan removing his mask he smiles brightly. Evan turns his head to side glancing at the wooden wall. His smile dims a bit as he tightens his fist.
"Good. Excuse me I'm going to take a bath." Evan fast-pace to the bathroom he closes and locks the door.
"Evan?"
"Everything is o.k!"