Rubbled Circumstances: Enemies to Lovers

Seeing Eye-to-Eye (Hyrur's POV)

Hyrur's POV...

As we both ate in silence, I noticed how Samuil was tense and on edge; as if he were afraid to mess up in any way. I ignored it as best as I could, eating my beans until there wasn't any left. By the time we were both done, Samuil and I remained silent and still, staring into each-other's eyes. Did I offend him while I slept last night? What's his deal. I know we're enemies, but he needs to calm down. Now isn't the proper place to fight.

After a few more extremely awkward seconds of silence, Samuil cleared his throat as he looked at me, directly into my eyes. He remained silent for a few moments more, making sure he had my full attention.

"Hyrur... now that we have a chance to talk and uh- socialize properly: why does your kingdom steal?" he asked me, his gentle voice carried an air of curiosity and sincerity. 

"...what do you mean? My family trades for your resources..." I answered, truthfully. What did he mean when he said 'steal'?

He paused, and sighed in frustration. "You believe that? Why would we trade to the point where we're as poor as a farmer?" He asked, before calming himself down to remain calm and proper.

"Hyrur... your family and ancestors have been robbing my kingdom and their ancestors for decades upon decades. We've no cattle, no crops, barely any land, and even our gold vaults have run dry." He said to me, and I could tell he was not lying.

His gaze carried an air of sadness and anger, yet he was completely composed. I had expected him to lash out, hit me, and curse my family name; but he was curious, not furious. I thought for a few very long, incredibly tense minutes. He was sincere and vulnerable, right now... what could I even say to him without coming off as dismissive or arrogant? I had no idea my family had been stealing for years. What am I supposed to even say? I can't just ignore him, damnit... THINK!

My eyebrows furrowed in frustration as the silence allowed me to bury myself in my own head. I wanted to come across as sincere, but convey how I didn't know and I was sorry. If I said the wrong thing now, surely he'd kill me right here and now; I couldn't afford to forget a single syllable.

I took a deep breath, looking up to meet Sam's gaze with sincerity and honesty. His eyes twitched in confusion upon seeing how carefully I was approaching the topic.

"Samuil, being completely honest... I had absolutely no idea. I don't want to make any excuses for my family, truthfully I just want to make things right between us. Even in this dire circumstance, I can promise you one thing; I will get you everything that is owed. But right now, we should only focus on survival." I said, my voice stern and serious.

Samuil nodded at my words, his eyes reflecting a mix of awe and confusion; but he also understood that remaining civil in this bunker would be most appropriate. Continuing to talk about kingdom rivalry stuff would just be a recipe for disaster and even more destruction; which, as entertaining as that would be, I don't feel like dealing with. Getting stabbed would be too much work for me, right now. It'd be best to simmer down until we're both rescued.

I stood up, and I tossed my disposable dish into the trash can, Sam did the same. We both stared at each other, though it was less awkward now that we saw closer to eye-to-eye. Albeit, I still hated his face, but I at least knew that he didn't hold too much of a grudge anymore; should I let up my walls, too? I'll give it time, the slimeball is unpredictable.

As Sam and I tidied up the small dining table, I kept glancing over at his bed and blankets; I was dreading the freezing cold again. Facing the coldness was, unfortunately, not very easy for Harpys... Luckily for Samuil, he is a Wraith. Wraiths loooove the cold, it's a well-stated trait; though for some reason, they prefer to use a metric ton of blankets. I will never understand that about you, Sam. Why can't you just share? Cold loving wench.

The dining table was cleaned up in no time, and I stood infront of Sam, getting ready to talk to him.

"Samuil, I was wondering if you could lend me a blanket or a pillow tonight? I was freezing last night, and uhm... well, you have a FUCKTON! So, uh- cough  would you be willing to share a few with me, you little sheet whore?" I asked, my voice carrying a mix of anger and genuine asking. Samuil's face became a canvas of confusion, amusement, and agreement.

"Yeah, I suppose that's fair since it'd be too weird to sleep together... You can choose some now, if you want? Just so you don't forget." He suggested, his gentle voice sounding unusually generous.

"Thanks." I acknowledged, before snatching a blanket and a pillow from his bed. I brought them over to my designated carpet spot, and I wrapped the blanket around my body. 

It reeked of Samuil's scent, but... it was engulfing me like a warm hug. His mere scent alone made my wings gently flutter, and I slowly began to fall asleep. Samuil was watching, and he looked worried and confused. Please don't ask, because I have no damn clue.

Unfortunately for me, he asked.

God fucking damnit.