Dragon Tears // Neuvillette x Oc

Act 1 Chapter 3 - Names

The chirping of the birds and the gentle glow of the sun shine through the open window. A light breeze blew around the opened white curtains.

The young man slowly stirred in his sleep.

He slowly awoke from his sleep. The first thing he noticed were the gentle rays of the morning sun on his face, gently caressing his skin. It was a pleasant feeling, and he slowly opened his eyes to get a better look at the room he slept in, showing a beautifully shimmering gray-blue when he opened them.

The soft colors of the room gently reflected the warm light of the rising sun, and he let his eyes drift over the details in the room.

He slowly got up and slowly walked barefoot to the door. He opened it and went to the living room kitchen, where the sounds of metal claps and sizzling came from.

As soon as the sound reached his ears, he slowly moved towards the source of the noise and arrived in the living room.

He curiously looked around the room to find out where the banging noise was coming from.

She was standing there, Nahla, who seemed to be preparing something. In any case, it was very tasty, so much so that his mouth was watering.

When she noticed his presence, she turned around and smiled.

„Hey, you're awake! Come sit down, breakfast is almost ready." she said as she stirred a thick, yellowish mixture in a metal bowl.

He slowly trudged into the room and sat down at the table. He couldn't help but notice the delicious smell of the food, and his stomach growled quietly.

So he silently watched her from his seat, trying to make out what exactly she was cooking.

Nahla noticed the look at her and laughed quietly. "How did you sleep? I hope the bed was comfortable."

He nodded affirmatively. „I...i slept well..."

At her question, he couldn't help but remember the previous night, and how cozy and warm he had been in the bed.

When he thought about it again, he had to wonder if it really was the bed itself that had made him feel so good, or it had really been the whole atmosphere in this little house that had done it.

But these thoughts quickly gave way anyway, as he noticed the delicious smell again.

She had to smile at his answer and put the last piece into the pan. „I'm glad..." she said as she turned the mixture over and over again until it was golden brown.

When she was finally finished, she put the food on a plate and took it to the table.

„Here." She said as she placed a steaming plate in front of him. „People call this dish pancakes, I hope you like it!"

As she put the plate in front of him, he looked at the fluffy golden pancakes.

They were round and had a nice brown color, and they appeared to be drowning in some kind of yellow-looking syrup.

He carefully picked up one of the pancakes with his hands and took a bite. The moment the pancakes touched his tongue, his eyes widened in surprise.

The pancakes were soft, fluffy, and incredibly tasty...he couldn't even describe the taste in words.

He quickly shoveled one pancake after the other into his mouth, devouring them with fervor.

He hadn't realized until now just how hungry he was, and the way the pancakes filled his stomach and made him feel warm was beyond incredible.

"Hey, slow down...We don't want you to choke, no?" She said with a gentle voice and a friendly smile.

She quickly grabbed a cloth and quickly wiped away some of the sirup that was running down the corner of his mouth.

He swallowed his mouthful and took a deep breath, a little embarrassed that he had practically just wolfed down the pancakes. He hadn't even let himself enjoy the taste properly, he had just been so incredibly hungry...

When he felt her wipe his mouth, a blush immediately rose to his cheeks and he swallowed sheepishly.

She chuckled at him and the two continued eating. The food was incredible and they ate it quickly.

So while Nahla was washing the dishes, the young man just sat there and watched her with interest.

It was a quiet atmosphere until Nahla decided to speak again.

"So...I don't know exactly...what to call you..." she began.

He was quietly watching her wash the dishes, but her words made him look up, and he tilted his head in a questioning manner.

He didn't...really remember his own name himself. In fact, he didn't remember much at all.

Sure, as he sat there in this little house with her, sometimes, in fleeting moments, words and single images came into his head...but nothing specific, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grasp it.

„So if you don't remember your name...how about we give you a name?" She asked softly, putting down the last plate and sitting across from him with a smile.

He slowly nodded and regarded her with a slightly hopeful look.

The truth is, that very thought has already crossed his mind more than once.

He knew he had a name, but no matter how hard he racked his brains...he just didn't know what it was. It was really quite frustrating, and it left him feeling so...hopeless and without an identity.

So he actually liked the idea....

„Yes...i like that idea..." he said quietly.

„Nice! Well, what do we want to call you..." she said with a smile and took her chin in her hand in a thinking pose. „Hm..."

He watched her silently for a moment as she sat there in silence, seemingly thinking up a name for him.

He, on the other hand, was quite eager to know what name she would think up.

Because honestly...he didn't care what she would name him as, as long as it was something that made her smile, because he knew it would be a name that he would come to love...because he would know that she was the one who had given it to him.

Yes, it may sound a bit strange, but he felt a connection to her even though they had only known each other for such a short time...

Was it because she took him in? Or because she was so friendly? He couldn't say it...

So he watched her as she muttered different names under her breath, but then kept shaking her head or furrowing her eyebrows.

He heard a few names, like Wriothley and Lyney, but none of them seemed to really appeal to her.

But then her eyes lit up and she looked at him with a big smile. „Neuvillette! What do you think of the name Neuvillette?"

At the mention of the name, he blinked a few times in surprise. He didn't know what it meant, or where she had heard it before, but from the way she smiled he already knew.

He slowly repeated the word in his head, letting it roll over his tongue.

„...Neuvillette." He repeated.

And as the syllables rolled over his tongue, he found himself liking this name...yes, he liked it very much. With a small smile he looked up to her and spoke.

„Neuvillette...I like it..." he whispered.

With a gentle smile, she carefully took his hands in hers and looked him in the eyes. „Well then, from today on your name is Neuvillette."