Our Silent Song (Mute Male Vastayan Reader x Sona)

Chapter 1. No Place Like Home

Logan: Gonna clarify a few things. I will be using Mute as in unable to speak language. Noises like grunts, laughter, ect will not categorized as language. Second, this whole book will be done in Third Person so prepare for a new writing style by yours truly.

After a recent war within Demacia and its history being corrected, the Demacian people enjoyed a lovely peace for a change. New laws were put into place and magic was being allowed into the city, so long as it was used properly and not for destructive purposes. Combine it with the technology they were receiving from Piltover and it was almost as if paradise was being made. Though, some people prefer sleeping in this paradise. In the mansion estate of House Buvelle a young woman was now just waking up. Mostly due to her alarm going off. She slams her hand on the snooze and gets up with a groggy expression.

She lets out a cute yawn and falls back over onto the pillows, ready to go back to sleep. It was the weekend after all so there was no point. When her mother came up and opened the door, she told her daughter to wake up. They had plans today and she wasn't allowed to skip out. The girl got out of bed again, revealing her bed hair to her mother. The older woman went wide eyed for a second but just helps her along to the bath. The daughter bathed in the warm water for a little bit and with the help of a servant, was able to stay awake long enough to make her hair look less messy.

When she got out and dried off, she took a nice long look at herself in the mirror. This was Sona Buvelle, the Maven of Strings. She was known throughout the world for her musical talents. Something she was proud off but horribly exhausted by. She wishes life was simpler. With her servants help, she was able to get her hair up in its signature style and into her morning dress. It was a pure white piece that went past her knees. Since she felt like relaxing, she didn't wear much else.

Sona had always preferred wearing less as she felt more free. This was most prominent in her lack of footwear. One of the many signs of free spirit she harbors. This sign didn't sit too well with her family but there wasn't much they could do about it. Nobody else seemed to mind anyway. As she happily came down the stairs with a pep in her step, she could smell the heavenly baking of biscuits. She could already taste the sweet buttered dough. Her mouth watered for their taste. Sona wasted no more time and headed straight to the kitchen. Her father was already enjoying his cup of coffee as he read the local papers. He looked up for a moment and smiled at her.

She smiles back as he asked how her morning was. She moves her hands around in sign language as a response, telling him that her morning was like every other. The mother comes back in with a giggle, mentioning how bad her hair was this time. Sona puffs her cheeks up, pouting at her mom. The servants then came in with some plates of food. Today was scrambled eggs, bacon and of course, biscuits. The servant that made them was an elderly lady who once owned a small shop where she sold mostly baked goods. Biscuits was her pride and joy and she was happy to make them for the Buvelle family once her shop was forced to close. She wasn't upset though.

Sona ate her first biscuit with the happiest smile on her face. She moaned happily with each bite and had tears in her eyes. Her father proceeded to tell her to slow down on the biscuit or else there wouldn't be anymore left. Sona groans before putting it down and drinking some of the milk she was given. This was a normal morning for the Buvelle family. They weren't the only ones having a good morning with biscuits involved. A little further away from the heart of the city and in the park was a tree house. As in, the house was literally a tree and the tree was a house. The resident had already woken up and was blasting Just Dance by Lady Gaga, featuring Colby O'Donis.

Their fluffy tail lands on the countertop and swishes left and right, cleaning off the dust in a rhythmic fashion. In the oven, the freshly baked biscuits rose as they were baked in the proper temperature. A feather duster brushed against the wooden chairs, cleaning it up nicely. In the other hand was a Kleenex wet wipe being pressed gently against the table and pushed forward. The fluffy tail curls upward, allowing the wipe passage. The wipe stops though and heads towards the tip of the tail. It curls upward so the wipe goes to the base, once more missing its target. It then went on its merry way. The one who was cleaning was a young Squirrel boy who was moving his body to the beat of the song.

Dancing without a care in the world. He then threw the wipe into the trash bin while the feather duster went into the air. This is when the boy, Y/N Hertz broke into a full dance just as the song approached its end. His tail catches the duster before it hit the floor and began using it to clean the ceiling fan. The song ends which upsets him but he goes to replay the song on his phone. Before he could the oven dings, making his ears flick upward. His eyes had stars in them along with a cute blush on his cheeks. His tail throws the feather duster forward as he runs into the kitchen, he grabs it mid flight and places it back in the closet of cleaning supplies.

He grabs his oven mittens and pulls out a tray of freshly baked biscuits that he almost salivated over. He shakes off his hunger and places the tray down and go grabs the butter. As he brushes the butter across the surface of the biscuits, he has to wipe his mouth with his tail to stop his drool from hitting them. Once he's done, he sets everything back and places the buttered biscuits on a plate, neatly stacked together. He steps back and admires his handiwork. He then closes his eyes, lowers his head and puts his hands together. It was always important to pray before you eat, you might choke if you don't.

Once he looks back up, he immediately stuffs his face with a biscuits. His pupil widens as his teeth dug into and the tongue was able to taste his efforts. He lets out a squeal of delight. Upon realizing he did squeal, he cowers down with his hands over the biscuit and his mouth. His tail cowered between his legs and he had a horrible blush on his face. He slowly turns toward the window and sees a wild squirrel watching him.

Y/N giggles nervously and slowly shifts out of the squirrels view. This was a normal morning for the Hertz resident.

A pair of happy mornings in Demacia.