Rubbled Circumstances: Enemies to Lovers

Solace and Doubt (Sam's POV[lime])

[Author's note: This chapter is a Lime-rated chapter. This will be the spiciest it will ever get, but there is no actual scenarios. It is just teasing and mentions of could-be scenarios. Please be advised that this is not purely fluff, it is a Lime rated chapter. ~Mouse]

Samuil's POV...

A scent of delicious steamed rice filled my senses as I sat sleeping on the floor, though my limbs still refused to move. I no longer felt the tingly massage from Hyrur's fingertips grazing my horns. I was mostly thankful for the lack of sensation, afterall getting a hard-on from my own nemesis would be one awkward situation. I grumbled as I adjusted myself, my eyes remaining shut as my body remained too relaxed to move; though I could hear Hyrur humming from the food prepping station. I didn't know he liked to hum. Interesting... you have so many quirky traits, Hyrur. It's hard to believe your own parents are criminals of war.

The tiredness slowly flowed out of my body, and I outstretched my arms in relief. I stood up and I reached for a hairnet, tucking my white locks into it since I was way too exhausted for a round of brushing. It wouldn't hurt to wait, now would it? Mother would be scolding me right now, if she was here. She'd probably hire a guard just to ensure I brushed my hair, whenever it was tangled. I'm quite glad she isn't here.

I sighed once my hairnet was tied around my hair, and I stepped towards the food-prepping station. I leaned on the door-frame, staring at Hyrur with curiosity. He was cooking the mixed rice, brown and white. I raised an eyebrow, my face furrowed in confusion as I watched him work. He was humming to himself, lost within his own world, his little Harpy chirps almost made me melt, but I remained composed. Though, I think he noticed the obvious redness and confusion on my face, when he finally glanced at me. His main focus remained on the rice, though.

"Morning, grumpyhead. How'd you sleep, Sam?" He asked me, his little nickname made my breath hitch and my body felt warm. I shook it off, as I cleared my throat, which was dry from not having any water.

"Good, I slept good. Why'd you choose the mixed rice?" I asked, with genuine curiosity. 

His face contorted as he expressed confusion, minus his mouth since he wore a gold and red plastered veil. He looked down at the rice as he responded to me. He was visibly irritated with me already. 

"I didn't know what else you'd like... you're so goddamn picky." He responded, his accent picking up as he spoke. It made my heart flutter, though I wasn't even sure if he felt these confusing emotions, as well. I shook it off, turning back to my usual stoic-friendly demeanor.

"Right, well uhm... thank you, Hy." I smiled softly at him, my gruff, scarred face softening as I squinted my eyes. 

His green eyes shone with adoration, but he grunted as his wings ruffled in obvious frustration. His mind was obviously as much of a whirlwind as mine was; it was amusing. "SH-SHUDDUP! I'm only cooking because I'm  hungry! I couldn't care less about you!" 

I chuckled and I stepped back slightly, shuffling my feet to get more comfortable as I stood up straight. His bashfulness was as adorable as he was stubborn. His eyes remained searing into me, anger seeping from his pores as he grunted in annoyance... typical Hyrur. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?

I chuckled in amusement, before realization struck me; I am a Wraith. I paused, and I turned away from him, heading back to my bed. My thoughts consumed me, and doubt was creeping in... Was this all some sort of trick. I sat down on the edge of my bed, my mind racing as I heard my heart pounding in my ears.