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Wemmbu stared out at the ocean as Eggchan and him sailed back home. Wherever their home was, Wemmbu couldn't remember all that well. He had been out fighting chungies like FlameFrags. He was better at PVP then that guy, so why'd it matter? Wemmbu angrily huffed, sounding more like a disappointed dog than the almighty, so feared Wemmbu! It didn't matter. As long as Egg was in his sight, things were going to be okay. Eggchan had been hostage a lot recently, it started to genuinely get under Wemmbu's skin. He was seriously considering keeping a fishing rod on Eggchan like he had in the end again. Just to be sure he didn't lose his friend.
"Yo, bro," Eggchan said, slowing his paddling as they approached the shoreline. But Wemmbu didn't answer. "Wemmbu. Wemmbu!" Eggchan frowned, though hidden underneath the miniature white wings that hid most of his face. Sighing, he rolled up the sleeves of his suit, balancing the oars on their holders, and splashed the disgustingly salty water onto Wemmbu.
"Bro! What was that for?" Wemmbu snapped, frantically waving his clothing to get the water to dry faster. He was not a fan of being wet, at all. Eggchan usually teased him about that, calling him an overgrown cat, and talking about how Manepear and Flame were better with water than he was, and both of them were cat hybrids. Wemmbu always found it annoying, and occasionally hit Eggchan with his mace for it, but it was growing on him now. Maybe he was the better feline, even if he wasn't a cat.
"You didn't answer. Anyways," Eggchan cleared his throat as he grabbed the oars again, his hands resting on them as he prepared to begin rowing again. His voice returned to that same level of monotone he used most times, making Wemmbu sigh. He knew he was in for a long one. "Do you see land up ahead? Are we close to like… home?" Eggchan looked back at Wemmbu, stopping his paddling for a bit, bringing the oars up onto their holders as he waved his hands in the air to dry them before rolling his sleeves back down, cold.
"Yeah— bro. How do you not see it?" Wemmbu scoffed, snickering as he pointed and watched Eggchan look over to where he was pointing, holding in his laughter as Eggchan tilted his head, trying to see what Wemmbu could. It was always hilarious to Wemmbu that despite Eggchan being of divine descent, Eggchan had the worst eyesight Wemmbu had ever seen.
"Bro, you're genuinely straight up lying to me," Eggchan's shoulders tensed up, his eyesight was awful. Wemmbu wasn't entirely sure why Eggchan was sailing if his eyesight was like that. probably because Wemmbu didn't want to keep paddling until he couldn't feel his arms, like he had done for the past… many trips.
It didn't matter how calm the water was, or when the clouds wailed in agony over them and stirred up the already churning sea, Wemmbu despised paddling. Nothing would ever make him like it, not even if he was paid all the riches in the world to just paddle back to his base with Eggchan.
Plus, Eggchan liked it. Wemmbu thought he did, at least. Eggchan always just zoned out and paddled, occasionally humming a tune Wemmbu could never put his finger on. Eggchan was much, much more peaceful than he was. It was a blessing, in a way, Eggchan kept him in line. Made sure he wouldn't kill everyone with Gambit, which sat heavily wherever he took it. Wemmbu always liked to show Gambit off, especially since nobody else could pick it up. Just him. It was made to be, Eggchan would joke about.
At least today, the sea had blessed the duo with pleasantly calm waters, letting the waves lap at the sides of their boat as they sailed home. It had been what felt like months since the two had actually gotten a second to breathe without Wemmbu being hunted to have his head on a stick, or Eggchan being held hostage for any reason in the world.
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When the two finally reached shore (after Wemmbu had to constantly guide Eggchan on where to go), it was sunset. The oranges bled into the soft yellows and harsh reds, the pinks and purples swirling together in an elaborate dance above their heads as the clouds framed the sun, you could've sworn the sight was from an old painting that critics would fawn over for centuries. The leaves on the trees gently swayed in the breeze that felt more like a soft, comforting pat on the back than wind, bringing in a refreshing, cold edge to the otherwise warm evening. It was perfect. Wemmbu couldn't ask for anything more, his best friend by his side, heading home during one of the most magical sunsets he had ever seen.
"Have you ever actually seen a sunset, Wemmbu? Isn't the End like…" Eggchan's voice trailed off, turning slightly to Wemmbu. He knew where Wemmbu had originated from, despite Wemmbu having never told him and finding that fact rather creepy. But it was Eggchan. What was he going to do about it?
"Always dark? Yeah. I've seen a few, you know how it's been, but this one is the best. Were there lots of nights like this in the Aether?" Wemmbu turned to look at Eggchan, playfully nudging his arm with his elbow, smiling up at him. He was trying his best to stay somewhat cocky and the Wemmbu he put on display for everyone, but he was genuinely curious. Eggchan could see that painfully obviously, even if his eyes were covered by his hair.
"I've seen many, gorgeous ones that should've been painted, but they were all… so common," Eggchan explained, looking up at the sky as a smile played at the corners of his mouth. "It's better to share it with someone."
"Since when did you start getting all sentimental, Dreamcatcher?" Wemmbu snorted, grinning at Eggchan, only laughing harder when Eggchan smacked the back of his head. Wemmbu wouldn't trade where he was for anything. Not twenty sets of fully enchanted netherite gear sets, not shulkers nearly overflowing with diamond blocks, not the answers to get everything he wanted.
He just wanted this moment to last forever.
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Stepping further into the forest and occasionally checking behind him to make sure Eggchan was still following him, they came to a tree. A very, very large oak tree with two doors carved into the trunk. They were finally home.
Opening the door, the two were blasted with the scent of old wood and dusty metal. It wasn't everyone's cup of tea, many people who came by to either steal or talk to the two, found it disgusting. But to Wemmbu and Eggchan? It was home. Anything else felt wrong.
"Oh my heavens, bro, it feels like we've been gone forever." Eggchan sighed, relieved to finally be in the safety of their shared haven. He shrugged off the dress jacket and walked over to the towering bookshelves, finally making his way to the chair set in front of an old, worn down mahogany desk decorated with bottles of neatly closed inks and quills. He opened up a hidden drawer and taking out a book with a soft, leather cover.
"Already back to your writing? Man, and I thought I was the one who couldn't stop," Wemmbu laughed, kicking off his shoes as he closed the doors behind the two, making sure they were locked and sighing, his spiked tail swaying behind him as he walked to Eggchan, placing a hand on his chair. "You need new inks or anything?"
"Nah, I'm good. I still have a lot of unopened bottles and new quills I've been saving, but thanks," Eggchan reached for his favorite quill, one that he had been using for weeks, the feather was stained with purple ink, Wemmbu never understood why Eggchan, the guy who prided himself in being so knowledgable and organized, would use the stained quill.
But it didn't matter. Eggchan was happy, so Wemmbu was too.