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“You’re looking pretty beat up there for an Immortal demon,”
“Shut up bro” Flame’s back hit a tree, his sword cast aside somewhere in the area. He looks up to Render down to Render’s fingers possessing two tags in his hold. Flame recognizes it
The friendship tag. Another friendship tags
Render crouches in front of him and he dangles it over Flame with a smug smile like he’s won it all. Flame’s heart aches and the feeling of yearning for Render surfaces again
Their enemy status started off as friends but it never ended there, Flame felt things for Render over time during their friendship- Render being on par with his pvp skills, Render declaring them as ‘Friends’ even if they became enemies in their next lives of Levels SMP, Render relentlessly hunting Flame down made Flame’s heart ache in a good and bad way
God, when did Flame become so down bad for him?
Render wasn’t any better too because right now he was leaning in close with that stupid look in his eyes, Flame’s personal bubble is now their shared space
“Dawg I’m not doing that dumb friendship tags with you again” His voice’s pitch came out higher than usual, Render raises a brow to that subtle change in Flame’s voice. Render responds with a honey like tone that he only uses one to one with Flame
“It’s different this time though” For once in Render’s life, he actually looks genuine about what he was saying. Flame considers being gullible; to be a lamb to the slaughter. He wants nothing more than to be in close proximity of Render
When players ask the ‘how’ if he dies- no when he dies, Flame will look them in the eyes and just shrug them off. He’ll tell himself that he won’t trust Render again, that it would be on sight
And it will stay that way, they hunt, pvp like never before till Flame’s longing overrides the grudge he holds against Render and this cycle repeats since their world only functioned with the love of the game
“Flame!”
Render flicks his forehead to keep Flame in the moment, ugly moss colored eyes stare into his soul judging Flame right now. Flame’s hand is touched by Render’s for a split second, Render’s hand being slightly bigger than his yet it doesn’t beat the more calloused hands of Flame
Even though Flame’s hand fires up at the physical contact, Render doesn’t hastily pull away; he welcomes it and a nametag is forced into Flame’s palm
Render keeps his fingers in contact with Flame, he navigates it to the back of his hand and Flame looks down to expect ashes- If Render didn’t consider one of The Immortal demon’s abilities beforehand
Flame’s title felt nonexistent at this very moment. Like in the comfort of Render’s presence, he was stripped bare of the label that measured his worth. Flame is back at his weakest point again, the deadliness bar absent, just a chungy trying to live not survive Levels SMP
When he cautiously lowers his head he sees the nametag survive. Flame squints(Render being the piece of shit, smacked his glasses away midfight) and reads the text carved into it- A slight pink blush makes its way on his cheeks. The words deemed intimate with a double meaning, a way of Render being a sly fox about whatever they had going on
The shorter male below Render makes his reaction prominent, he beats him first to speaking by opening his mouth, “what do you think, Partner?” Flame raises his head to glare, cheesy. This guy was so cheesy
“What do I think? Bro, like you know what you’re implying!” Flame stammers while failing to hide the fact that he was hot and bothered by it “There is no way I’m taking this. I can’t believe you bro” Render only chuckles
Before Render finds a way to convince Flame, Flame watches his partner disappear. The hand which held his no longer carried its weight, a noise of surprise escapes him
Did Render’s teammate pull his stasis chamber? Flame ignores the bruises left by his fight with Render. He looks around in disbelief and desperation(From being led on, which hurts more than the former)
He doesn’t see that aggravating familiar green that made the half zombie stand out, instead he sees purple from at a distance approach. Flame makes out a figure and its a player he recognizes
“Wemmbu!” How was he here? What was he doing here? Although Flame is initially excited to greet a friend- A contradictory feeling overwhelms a natural response in its place. The smile he welcomes Wemmbu with drops in an instant
Wemmbu- Wemmbu? Looked older if that even was possible. Ender dragons stopped aging at a specific age Wemmbu said before, Flame hadn’t expected Wemmbu to suddenly age up at that number so quickly. Much less in a year, when he last saw the boy a few months ago
Wemmbu’s clothing too. When did Wemmbu get a taste of fashion? That chungy wore vile, pornographic garbage for fun even at the cost of his dignity. This sudden change was too far fetched from his usual clothing, Flame wasn’t aware of sudden maturity growth in enderdragon nature
He can’t complain though, Wemmbu looked majestic
“Fleaaeem” Wemmbu’s voice sounded lighter, less depressing. Wemmbu stops short in front of Flame, a hammer-like weapon strapped on his back
Wemmbu’s tail is dormant, until it moves to yank the nametag out of the boy’s grip beneath him. It flies up in seconds, Wemmbu catches it
He reads the text and his face unamused. Flame makes an attempt to retrieve the item “Give that back bro” He forces out. Flame doesn’t know why, but the same sudden feeling reserved for Render rises at Wemmbu. If not, only worse
Flame claws his chest, his heart beats irregularly. Flame hears a Crack above
The nametag is split into two, falling on the ground. “What the-” Flame’s wrist is stopped by Wemmbu’s tail when he moves to pick it up. Wemmbu steps on the split nametag, it cracks more beneath the pressure of his heel
Flame should be angry. Enraged. Flame wants to see Red and punch at Wemmbu for mingling with things he shouldn’t, when he looks to Wemmbu though something stops him. Fear overrides anger, Wemmbu’s face manages to make Flame inferior in his place
“You don’t need litter from the ground” Flame chokes, Litter?
Wemmbu rolls his eyes “Besides little flamey, you have me in the future anyways” The need for a rival before me is unnecessary was left unsaid
I should only make you shed blood that much
No version of you should be deprived of me
Wemmbu snaps out of his thoughts, his hand subconsciously reaching out for Flame’s face. Flame trembles like a shaken kitty, Wemmbu snorts. He pulls his arm back
Wemmbu thinks of killing him here and now, he wanted to know how it felt to kill the younger Flame. Would his blood be fresher? Would he squirm beneath Wemmbu? Wemmbu’s hand glazes over the handle of his mace dangerously
I want to know what your young blood feels
I want to keep this relic of time for myself
Wemmbu thinks he’s allowed to have some much needed fun before he goes back