Journey of the Heart ~ Clownzy

Reconciliation (13)

~ Branzy ~

Squiddo's house was nothing like Branzy had imagined.

In his head, he had pictured a palace of sorts: spiral staircases leading this way and that way, blanketed in a thick, plush carpet, bathed in the same colour as fallen foes' blood; archways adorned with intricate patterns and details that some poor, innocent soul had spent hours upon end slaving over; endless hallways decked with storage systems so full to the brim that they choked the walls, leaving no space left from them to breathe; tall, slender, skeletal like windows, tinted a dark hue, blocking the outside world from the confines of this edifice, keeping the raging storm of the Lifesteal SMP at bay.

Instead, Squiddo's house was the polar opposite to this. It was a small and yet charming bungalow that was perched by a winding stream. And yet, her base seemed to have everything, from mere crafting tables to highly illegal items that would most defenitely reward her with a heart penalty or a ban.

Branzy looked around, taking everything in, "I've never actually even seen your house before, I guess I've just never been on this side of the server."

"Yep," she clicked her tongue and pulled a nearby chair out, "Here, take a seat."

Did he trust Squiddo?

No.

But did he sit down anyway?

Oh absolutely.

"Thanks," he smiled weakly, eyes following the brunette as she sat opposite to him. Squiddo gazed pointedly at him, fixing him with a scrutinising stare. The seconds they spent sat there, staring at each other in an awkward silence, seemed to grow into minutes, and those minutes into hours, until he had lived out a whole entire life within his mind. Branzy started to regret all of his life choices. A defensive "What?" was all that he could manage to muster, but who could blame him when he felt like she was reading him like a book. Why did he have to agree to follow the woman in front of him?

"You know what, now spill the beans, when did you start liking Clown?"

Branzy's mouth fell open and he couldn't help but let out a small gasp. He was stunned. No, beyond startled was a better way of putting it. How did Squiddo know who he liked?

Chuckling briefly, she leaned in towards the purple clad man and proceeded to place her hand on the frame of Branzy's chair. "Let me let you in on a little secret Branzy," she muttered almost inaudibly, "The whole server ships you and Clown Pierce together, whether they view you both as enemies or as friends."

His amethyst eyes grew even wider. No. Way. Was she really telling the truth? How did he not know this? Did the whole server really ship them? Was his crush on Clown really that obvious?

Squiddo seemed to hesitate for a moment. She reached a finger out to push her falling glasses back up the bridge of her nose. It was almost as if she knew what Branzy was thinking for a coy smile crept up onto her face, showing a fragment of her mischievous thoughts. "We even have a ship name for you..." she started smugly, "Some of us call you Clownzy, others Branzypierce."

Branzy was down right speechless, he had absolutely zero words. He chewed on his bottom lip absentmindedly. People actually thought that he and Clown could be a couple? Did he have a chance?

"I guess..." He trailed off avoiding eye contact with Squiddo at all costs. Twirling a piece of his silvery hair between his fingers, he continued, "I realised I liked Clown on the way back home..."

The brunette nodded in approval. "So, what's the problem then? And where did the two of you go anyway?"

Branzy made a motion to speak but decided against it. Instead the sound of them breathing, of their very existence was the only thing that resonated through that room. Could he trust Squiddo? Like really trust her?