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Eerie x Ticci Toby

Not all forms of intimacy are seen in movies or portrayed in stories. The more well-known intimate acts, such as hand holding, kissing, or sex, definitely are. However, there are other, more unique forms of intimacy that are almost never openly enacted in front of others. They were more prone to showing affection through the lesser known intimate acts - though they partook in common displays all the same. For them, everything started simply. She was taken under the wing of an extremely powerful being, whom he already worked for. He and his other companions took part in showing her the ropes - and it was he who understood her best. They were so alike, it would have been impossible for them not to get along. How could they have possibly hated each other, when they bore so many of the same scars?

The earlier days were probably what led to everything that came to transpire. A good first impression ensures prolonged contact. By the time she had settled in to her new lifestyle, and her new "Family", she had grown accustomed to his presence. Oddly enough, his constant spasming didn't bother her. At first there had been times where it startled her, but that was all from instinct. His abrupt jerking somehow reminded her of being attacked, and her initial reactions were to defend herself. That resulted in her trying to harm him once, and since then she had grown numb to it. Now, she wasn't even aware of his tics. Nor did she notice the popping sound that would emit from his neck from time to time. Some might find it surprising, how little she noticed his condition.

Those were the people she always enjoyed hurting. The ones that singled out others for being unusual or different in ways that could not be changed. They were the people she genuinely enjoyed attacking - and all of her companions were well aware of it. She could not recall when they had grown so close. Days seemed to pass without her being aware of it, so at times she would notice seemingly obvious things and dwell on them. There had been a day that she came to realize that she had more of an appetite when he was sharing food with her. Around then they had started to arrange so that they could always eat together at least once a day. Now, she shared every meal with them. Snacks aside, she didn't eat when he wasn't around - and even then, the food wasn't quite as enjoyable.

To her, it was funny. All her life she had gone without growing attached to anyone, or holding a sense of love towards them. Then she was put alongside him, and he had managed to wake a sense of humanity that she didn't know she had. Since arriving here, she had grown attached to him. She had grown attached to all of her companions, but not like she had with him. Whatever bond they had, it was unique. Had the bond formed as a result of being so similar? Neither of them were good at talking - they were both unable to speak without stuttering. His relationship with his father had been poor - the same applied to her, and to the others she shared blood with. Neither of them were good socially - though that was two forms of social awkwardness.

He was viewed as obnoxious, while she was dubbed an antisocial freak. Still, it was a similarity. Just as how they were similar in how they attacked people. They were both extremely brutal. They took the time to prologue their targets pain. He laughed at those he hurt, because he was incapable of feeling the kind of pain he put them through. The only agony he knew, came from emotion - not from sense of touch. That was a circumstance where they were polar opposites, and yet he seemed to become distressed whenever she was injured. There had been an incident where one of her targets was armed. She had overpowered them because her weapon was better, but they still managed to hurt her leg badly. The scar from the wound was still there, and at times he would touch it and stare at it.

He had behaved so oddly when he saw her. In truth, he had expected her to laugh and tell her to continue as if nothing was wrong. Instead, he forced her to return home. Not only that, he had made her stay in bed for nearly a day, because he wanted her to wait until the swelling went down before she tried to walk. Had she not been so confused by his strange behavior, she might not have listened to him. Still, it was an interesting event - and all instances following had been the same. Whenever someone managed to hurt her, he stepped in and made sure she took the time to let the wound heal before she tried anything. With her leg, he had demanded she not walk for a little while. When she sprained her wrist after she fell in the canal, he hid her weapon from her for over a week so that she wouldn't make the injury worse.

They were small, seemingly pointless acts that portrayed how deep their connection ran. For him, empathy was rare. So the fact that he could portray concern for her injuries meant that he cared deeply for her. The same applied to her, though certain aspects were reversed. He was incapable of feeling pain, so when he was wounded, he had to be forced to rest. With their companions, he would put up a fight and demand to be let out of his room. Yet, when she was the one trying to keep him from making his injuries were, he cooperated with little to no complaints. So long as she stayed with him, he seemed to be content with the situation. That kept her calm, because then she was able to remain sure of his recovery. Their acts of intimacy were unique indeed.

Sometimes, during those rare moments when she was alone, she would try to pinpoint when certain feelings began to appear. She would try to remember when his safety began to mean so much to her, or when they had taken to holding hands while watching the sun set. She could remember the days in which she realized what they were doing, but not the days in which the habits started. Had they simply sat to close one evening, while waiting for the sun to set so they could start the chase? Had she called him out on it the first time he put his hand on top of hers? She could not recall - and yet the memories of her realizations were so clear. When she abruptly became aware of his hand resting atop hers, her first emotion had been confusion.

Shortly after, an emotion she was unfamiliar with hit her. For know, she called it embarrassment - but she had yet to confirm if that was the correct feeling. She had felt it a few times since then, and only during situations where she became aware of their intimate behavior. The first time she felt it, had been when she realized he was holding her hand. The second had been when she noticed that they had started to share a bed. He had been asleep beside her, and his arm had been draped over her abdomen. The moment of confusion struck, followed by the embarrassment, and then all at once she was completely at ease. The next time embarrassment struck her, it was in a situation that was understandably embarrassing. How she had remained oblivious to that habit, she had yet to figure out.

Even from her perspective, she considered it strange how they had began to take showers together without her being completely aware of what they were doing. What was more surprising was that she had no recollection of when they began to bathe at the same time. She could remember exactly when she became aware of the situation, though. They had been taking a shower together, and she had stepped out from under the water so that he could take his turn washing his hair. He had asked her to hand him his shampoo, because it was in front of her. When he handed him his soap, that was when she realized what they were doing. That was also the only situation she could note, where he was glad he couldn't see her face. That aside, she was not embarrassed for very long.

She never was. In truth, she became completely at ease with the situations just as abruptly as she became aware of them. Why that was, she could not state - though she was grateful for how quickly she became content. Those situations aside, there were other forms of intimacy that she gradually became aware of. One of them being that they would lie in bed naked with each other, and touch each other's scars. When she became aware of that habit, it had been when he was examining a nearly faded injury on her back. Oddly enough, the embarrassment did not hit her then. All she could feel was calm. That sense of calm inevitably led to her falling asleep within minutes of her realization. She she awoke, she found that he had taken the liberty of covering her up.

He had also put on a pair of boxers, and slept on top of the covers. If she was capable of feeling happiness, that was likely how she felt that morning. Even now, she continued to notice odd acts they did. One of them being that he always mixed two spoons of sugar into his coffee, no matter how strong it was. He had recently pointed out that she only ever opened doors with her left hand. When he had come to realize that, he had been unable to tell her - but it showed how close they were to one another. All else aside, there were many other forms of intimacy shared between them. There was no doubt in her mind that she had yet to become aware of many of them, but that ensured that there would always be something to look forward to in the future.

They would continue to deepen their bond. There was possibility of her developing an understanding of exactly how she felt for him. With luck there would be no doubt about what was embarrassment, and what was joy. She could only believe that the same circumstances would apply to him. He would learn to understand why he was concerned about her well-being. They may even find a way to pinpoint when their habits began to form - though that was by far a shot in the dark. Whatever the future had in store for them, she was more than willing to stick around and find out. Seeing as now, she had someone around that she didn't want to leave behind.

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Eerie x Ticci Toby

Not all forms of intimacy are seen in movies or portrayed in stories. The more well-known intimate acts, such as hand holding, kissing, or sex, definitely are. However, there are other, more unique forms of intimacy that are almost never openly enacted in front of others. They were more prone to showing affection through the lesser known intimate acts - though they partook in common displays all the same. For them, everything started simply. She was taken under the wing of an extremely powerful being, whom he already worked for. He and his other companions took part in showing her the ropes - and it was he who understood her best. They were so alike, it would have been impossible for them not to get along. How could they have possibly hated each other, when they bore so many of the same scars?

The earlier days were probably what led to everything that came to transpire. A good first impression ensures prolonged contact. By the time she had settled in to her new lifestyle, and her new "Family", she had grown accustomed to his presence. Oddly enough, his constant spasming didn't bother her. At first there had been times where it startled her, but that was all from instinct. His abrupt jerking somehow reminded her of being attacked, and her initial reactions were to defend herself. That resulted in her trying to harm him once, and since then she had grown numb to it. Now, she wasn't even aware of his tics. Nor did she notice the popping sound that would emit from his neck from time to time. Some might find it surprising, how little she noticed his condition.

Those were the people she always enjoyed hurting. The ones that singled out others for being unusual or different in ways that could not be changed. They were the people she genuinely enjoyed attacking - and all of her companions were well aware of it. She could not recall when they had grown so close. Days seemed to pass without her being aware of it, so at times she would notice seemingly obvious things and dwell on them. There had been a day that she came to realize that she had more of an appetite when he was sharing food with her. Around then they had started to arrange so that they could always eat together at least once a day. Now, she shared every meal with them. Snacks aside, she didn't eat when he wasn't around - and even then, the food wasn't quite as enjoyable.

To her, it was funny. All her life she had gone without growing attached to anyone, or holding a sense of love towards them. Then she was put alongside him, and he had managed to wake a sense of humanity that she didn't know she had. Since arriving here, she had grown attached to him. She had grown attached to all of her companions, but not like she had with him. Whatever bond they had, it was unique. Had the bond formed as a result of being so similar? Neither of them were good at talking - they were both unable to speak without stuttering. His relationship with his father had been poor - the same applied to her, and to the others she shared blood with. Neither of them were good socially - though that was two forms of social awkwardness.

He was viewed as obnoxious, while she was dubbed an antisocial freak. Still, it was a similarity. Just as how they were similar in how they attacked people. They were both extremely brutal. They took the time to prologue their targets pain. He laughed at those he hurt, because he was incapable of feeling the kind of pain he put them through. The only agony he knew, came from emotion - not from sense of touch. That was a circumstance where they were polar opposites, and yet he seemed to become distressed whenever she was injured. There had been an incident where one of her targets was armed. She had overpowered them because her weapon was better, but they still managed to hurt her leg badly. The scar from the wound was still there, and at times he would touch it and stare at it.

He had behaved so oddly when he saw her. In truth, he had expected her to laugh and tell her to continue as if nothing was wrong. Instead, he forced her to return home. Not only that, he had made her stay in bed for nearly a day, because he wanted her to wait until the swelling went down before she tried to walk. Had she not been so confused by his strange behavior, she might not have listened to him. Still, it was an interesting event - and all instances following had been the same. Whenever someone managed to hurt her, he stepped in and made sure she took the time to let the wound heal before she tried anything. With her leg, he had demanded she not walk for a little while. When she sprained her wrist after she fell in the canal, he hid her weapon from her for over a week so that she wouldn't make the injury worse.

They were small, seemingly pointless acts that portrayed how deep their connection ran. For him, empathy was rare. So the fact that he could portray concern for her injuries meant that he cared deeply for her. The same applied to her, though certain aspects were reversed. He was incapable of feeling pain, so when he was wounded, he had to be forced to rest. With their companions, he would put up a fight and demand to be let out of his room. Yet, when she was the one trying to keep him from making his injuries were, he cooperated with little to no complaints. So long as she stayed with him, he seemed to be content with the situation. That kept her calm, because then she was able to remain sure of his recovery. Their acts of intimacy were unique indeed.

Sometimes, during those rare moments when she was alone, she would try to pinpoint when certain feelings began to appear. She would try to remember when his safety began to mean so much to her, or when they had taken to holding hands while watching the sun set. She could remember the days in which she realized what they were doing, but not the days in which the habits started. Had they simply sat to close one evening, while waiting for the sun to set so they could start the chase? Had she called him out on it the first time he put his hand on top of hers? She could not recall - and yet the memories of her realizations were so clear. When she abruptly became aware of his hand resting atop hers, her first emotion had been confusion.

Shortly after, an emotion she was unfamiliar with hit her. For know, she called it embarrassment - but she had yet to confirm if that was the correct feeling. She had felt it a few times since then, and only during situations where she became aware of their intimate behavior. The first time she felt it, had been when she realized he was holding her hand. The second had been when she noticed that they had started to share a bed. He had been asleep beside her, and his arm had been draped over her abdomen. The moment of confusion struck, followed by the embarrassment, and then all at once she was completely at ease. The next time embarrassment struck her, it was in a situation that was understandably embarrassing. How she had remained oblivious to that habit, she had yet to figure out.

Even from her perspective, she considered it strange how they had began to take showers together without her being completely aware of what they were doing. What was more surprising was that she had no recollection of when they began to bathe at the same time. She could remember exactly when she became aware of the situation, though. They had been taking a shower together, and she had stepped out from under the water so that he could take his turn washing his hair. He had asked her to hand him his shampoo, because it was in front of her. When he handed him his soap, that was when she realized what they were doing. That was also the only situation she could note, where he was glad he couldn't see her face. That aside, she was not embarrassed for very long.

She never was. In truth, she became completely at ease with the situations just as abruptly as she became aware of them. Why that was, she could not state - though she was grateful for how quickly she became content. Those situations aside, there were other forms of intimacy that she gradually became aware of. One of them being that they would lie in bed naked with each other, and touch each other's scars. When she became aware of that habit, it had been when he was examining a nearly faded injury on her back. Oddly enough, the embarrassment did not hit her then. All she could feel was calm. That sense of calm inevitably led to her falling asleep within minutes of her realization. She she awoke, she found that he had taken the liberty of covering her up.

He had also put on a pair of boxers, and slept on top of the covers. If she was capable of feeling happiness, that was likely how she felt that morning. Even now, she continued to notice odd acts they did. One of them being that he always mixed two spoons of sugar into his coffee, no matter how strong it was. He had recently pointed out that she only ever opened doors with her left hand. When he had come to realize that, he had been unable to tell her - but it showed how close they were to one another. All else aside, there were many other forms of intimacy shared between them. There was no doubt in her mind that she had yet to become aware of many of them, but that ensured that there would always be something to look forward to in the future.

They would continue to deepen their bond. There was possibility of her developing an understanding of exactly how she felt for him. With luck there would be no doubt about what was embarrassment, and what was joy. She could only believe that the same circumstances would apply to him. He would learn to understand why he was concerned about her well-being. They may even find a way to pinpoint when their habits began to form - though that was by far a shot in the dark. Whatever the future had in store for them, she was more than willing to stick around and find out. Seeing as now, she had someone around that she didn't want to leave behind.