Corruption (SalemxMaleReader)

Your Loss, My Treasure

A/N: Ey bois, ready for another chapter?

Life was full of surprises, both the good and bad kind. Oftentimes, it can throw bouquets of flowers your way, and otherwise, it just grabs and dumps you in the local waste disposal company. 

He simply supposed that was what made life so scary and exciting, you never know what's gonna happen at one point.

But he wasn't exactly sure how to feel about this certain surprise.

A woman of unparalleled youth and beauty was standing in front of him, who spoke of how she had been apparently dying to meet him. Him? An exile and an abnormality? Something was wrong.

While most would fall to their baser instincts and woo the woman, he calmly assessed the situation. The situation rang random bells in his head. He never knew this woman nor did he do anything to warrant any strange attention from the outside world.

Then his thoughts went to the village.

Yeah, the idiots at the village might've sold him out, the pricks.

Not that he wasn't pleased with the thought of having new, pleasant company but with what happened years ago, he simply couldn't open himself up so easily to anyone nor find one willing to accept his oddity.

And if it wasn't weird enough, Io and her family somehow recognizes the woman and bowed to her like she was royalty. Was she like him somehow? 

Ahh, what was he supposed to do? This was the first time in a long while that a person willingly came to find him, not to mention a woman! His social anxiety was slowly starting to catch up to him after years of isolation from human interaction and the fact that this woman was still smiling at him was making things worse!

He can talk with girls sure, but not with mature women! Quick brain, say something!

"Uhm, do you like bread?" 

Stop it. Stop smiling at my wreck of an attempt at social interaction.

...

Salem merely blinked, somewhat unprepared for the random question. So random, she found herself laughing merrily at what seemed to be his first attempt at interacting with a fellow person.

To the boy, her laugh sounded wonderful, like the soft chimes of little bells. Her laugh could just lull him to sleep. Was this the charm of mature women in their prime? But goodness, she doesn't look like she's over 20!

"I do enjoy the noonly toasted bread," she finally spoke after calming herself down, a smile on her face.

"Ah," he absently noted. She actually answered his question, thank the gods!