A lilac[family] that grows in Winter (revised)

A homebrew of lilacs and supper

Phil's POV:
This poor kid, probably was terrified to wake up so suddenly in an unplanned place. It's insanely late out and It bothered me that this teenager might be on the brink of, to put it simply, death. I might as well make some tea while I figure out what we are to do, lilac sounds good.
I take the dried up lilacs that we placed in a jar earlier, which color is a wonderful light purple, and gently place them in the teapot she made and hand crafted herself. I take the water which was previously boiling on the fire and gracefully pour it in, with surprisingly no spills to be seen. I let that steep for exactly 11 minutes, no more and no less. In the meantime I surveyed the couch where the hybrid once laid. It was heartbreaking to see just a kid freak out so horribly, I wish I could help them but I suppose there is not much I can do now. That kid must have seen a million massacres in their life to have such scars, seriously it looked as though their body was an abandoned house slowly breaking apart with scars of now sacred memories.
The teapot finishes steeping the lilacs as soon as I finish my ramble of what now can't be helped. As soon as I go to pour the tea into my teacup Lady Death herself comes bursting through the door, making me accidentally spill a puddle of tea. Well there goes my streak.
I gently set down the teapot as I turn to look my dearest in the face. I apprehensively look down to the lanky body in her arms. Just by looking at their arms I can tell that the hostilities aren't from mobs but their own body reacting to something. It's as if their own body is betraying them. It's as if they spent so much time knowing each other only for one in the end to stab the other in the back. Whether that be to defend itself or simply to harm, I know the only thing Kristin could sense from this teen was pure agony.
"Well, hello dear" I say quietly, almost as quiet as a whisper to Kristen.
"We have to help them," she said with a hint of panic and impatience in her voice.
"I know, I know. Put them on the couch by the fireplace dear, I'll go get some health potions," I say promptly, making my way to "the medicine cabinet". I come back with two health potions in hand, one to have them drink when they wake up, and one to put on their wounds. I come back with bandages in hand as well for any of the deeper wounds. I hand one of the potions to Kristen to give to them when they wake up, and I get to work on any serious open wounds.

------------Time Skip---------------

Ranboo POV:
I dream of distant worlds. I dream of what feels like it should be so close to me, but yet it isn't. The dream felt as though time was going too quickly and you were doing everything in your power to catch up to it, but no matter what you do you can't. In that situation, what do you have left to do except let it slip by. Have everything you once knew gone through you and then leave without a trace. Everything you once knew, only for you to get stabbed in the back without a single sorrowful hint of goodbye. Everything around in the pitch dark turns to a hellish nightmare and I jolt awake.
I wake up to a man and a woman. The man had a long braid of platinum blonde hair, emerald green robes, and a strange white and green striped bucket hat. The man also looked to be in his early thirties with slight stubble on his chin, but talked as though he had been around for light years. They seem so familiar to me but no matter how hard I try I can't seem to remember them. It's really warm here. I glance over to the right to a fireplace. It's an alluring grand fireplace, with vivid crimson and garnet colored bricks as old as time itself. The woman in ebony seems to be tending the fire, gently with a method as though she has done this for decades over decades. She seems to be boiling a pot of water, which seems to be heating up rather quickly. The woman in ebony is humming a light tune to herself, one that you can tell has been composed throughout years with a somewhat sorrowful melody. The woman turns to look at me most likely thinking I was still asleep because she jumps a little as she sees me.
"Hello little one, did you have a good nap?" she questions calmly as though she has done this before. She looks me in the eyes with a gentle kindness, normally this would upset me and I'd look away, but I feel like I can trust her. The man who gives an essence of being wiser than time turns to me. I know I've seen his face somewhere, but where exactly?
"Kristen, hand it to them please", the man says quietly. The woman in ebony who I suppose name is Kristen hands me the alluring, bright, fruit punch colored glass bottle as I stare at it curiously.
"Drink up little one, this will heal your wounds a little better", she says this in such an almost sickeningly sweet voice that would be as sweet as a mother would sound when they are with their own children. I reluctantly uncork the bottle and drink up. It tastes of bubbly carbonation like the tingling sensation you get and the goosebumps you feel when you hear absolutely timeless music play. The smooth drink has a hint of bitterness and sourness as if you were to pick cherries just as they were perfectly ripe. This is definitely a taste that you either absolutely love or hate.
I finish the last few drops as I can feel my skin physically regrows itself anew. Looking down at my arms and torso I see what was once deep wounds filled with carnage turn into scars of memories that are no longer there. I look up to see the wise man disappear up the stairs with a rather odd pacing in his legs.
After a few minutes of me nervously waiting for something to happen on the couch have passed the man swiftly comes back down the stairs with two other bodies in suit.
The first one that followed directly behind the man was a tall lanky figure. Just by looking at him you could tell he had horrible posture and was as tall as 6 '3". The lanky teen was around 17 years of age and carried the same platinum blonde as did the older man. For clothing, the teen wore a red and white baseball tee, thick fashion ripped jeans, what seemed to look like a brown pilot bomber jacket with fluff at the top, ebony combat boots, and a forest green bandana.
The second body that followed in pursuit of both the older man and lanky teen was a slightly taller, more muscular man? The man with his long flowing dusty rose colored hair looked to be a mix of both a man and a boar. The man easily stood at 6'4" as for age I couldn't tell you. The man bore boar-like fangs and wore a crown on his head with stunning brilliant colored crimson jewels. For clothing the man wore king-like attire with a vivid blood colored red cape and a sword sat prominently in a belt on his waist.
As the three men land at the bottom of the stairs making way to either a spare armchair, the floor, or a wall to lean on. The wise man gently takes steps towards me and crouches down by my side of the couch I have been sitting on. He promptly hands me a leather bound notebook with gold trimming that says "Do Not Read" on the front.
"I found this when you ran out mate, it must have dropped without you realizing so.." he calmly states, nudging it towards me a little. I look at the notebook puzzled but I take it and gently open the cover. The inside cover states as follows in what seems to be rushed handwriting: Property of: Ranboo IF YOU ARE NOT ME DO NOT READ. As I kept reading the more the memories came back of who I was. My name is Ranboo, and I am 18. I am 6'8" and I am half enderman half ????
The book stated things that made a lot more sense now such as to not touch water, try not to make direct eye contact, and to always keep the book on hand.
"Well, might as well introduce ourselves why don't we I can start", the man stated standing up from his previous crouching position. "My name is Phil, that man over there with the pink hair is Techno, the woman next to me is my wife Kristen and-" he calmly states pointing to each person until he is interrupted by the lanky teen leaning against the wall.
"AND MY NAME IS TOMMY BOSSMAN!" you could practically tell he was somehow speaking in all uppercase.
"And that child over there is Tommy", the man named Phil finishes his sentence saying in a joking way. "Anyway, I figured while you heal at least you can stay here with us, it's safer here than anywhere else in the arctic mate" Phil states matter of factly in a fatherly way as though there was no way to convince him to let me out in the Arctic bitterness.
"I'll start dinner, tell Will he won't get any if he doesn't come downstairs soon" The man named Techno states shortly, and monotony telling no one in particular, getting up from his spot in the spare arm chair.
"I'll go up and get him then dear", Kristen expresses, holding back bits of laughter and then ascending up the stairs.
So that's exactly what happens the rest of the night. The man named "Will" came down the stairs with guitar in hand and sang wondrous songs he had written himself, some sorrowful others more upbeat with familiar tunes of the household with Tommy singing along to the lines he knew by heart. Techno ended up making beef stew for everyone which was rich and full of flavour with wonderful hand picked and dried spices and tender meat perfectly cooked and mouth watering. I hadn't realized I was that hungry till the delightful meal was placed in front of me. They were treating me like family, like I was one of their own. You wonder how anything could go wrong now.