These Shattered Remains (GE Series, Book One)

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Author-Chan says:

Go listen to: This Game- No Game No Life by Animenz Piano Sheets. Can we all just take a moment to just- HOWWWWWWW!?

Damn,This chapter escalated quickly-
There's smut and shit, so like- I'll put a warning as to where it starts and where it ends if you don't like stuff like that. It's shamelessly graphic. Deal with it. 
But, to the people who're going to enjoy this, you know who you are, please enjoy...
I know I did XD

Ryn
A week or so later

"You want me to... what?" Ryn asked, looking up from the homework that she had spread out on Oliver's desk. The owner of the deak stood before her, his hands on his hips as he looked down at her with a confident look on his face. "I want you to tell me stories about your childhood. I mean... if you will. I just want to know more about when you were little, the stuff I don't know."

The white-haired girl touched the end of the pencil to her lips as she leaned back in her seat, looking at the boy, contemplating for a long moment before she asked, "Like what?" Said boy reached up, scratching the side of his neck as he bit his lip softly, looking away in embarrassment, "I don't know, really... I didn't think I'd get this far. Umm," he smiled awkwardly, "I just want to learn little things about your past."

Ryn absentmindedly scribbled at the corner of one of the papers, humming softly as a smile came to her lips. "Little things, hmm? Well, let me think," she tapped her lips with the pencil, "Only if you babysit Max for 2 weeks." She smiled triumphantly at him, but he simply waved a hand and collapsed onto the bed. "That wouldn't be too big of a deal. Besides, I did that for a long time before Ellio-"

"Skitty."

"...what?"

"His name. It's Skitty."

"...right, Skitty, long before Skitty came back. C'mon, please?" he grinned, "I want to know more about you." Ryn couldn't deny his face. His eyes were big and excited at the thought of helping her, the specks of orange and red an eminent contrast against the gold. He looked so... earnest in that moment. She couldn't turn him away.

She sighed, "Alright... umm..." she tapped her foot as she thought. "But, first," she stood up, walking over to him and kneeling slightly so she was sitting in front of him. She reached up, unzipping his hoodie slowly. He helped by pulling it off of his arms. But, before she could take it from him, he held up a finger, motioning for her to stand.

When she did, his hands gently turned her around so her back was facing him. His fingers brushed over her skin as he slid the jacket onto her, before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap. His head buried in the crook of her neck as he held her from behind. There were many sides to Oliver. In one moment he could yell and shout, the next break down in tears. One moment he could be rough, the next he was like this; incredibly gentle.

He held her as if she was a china doll, like if he held her too tight she would shatter. She leaned her head onto his, sighing softly, "Why're you so good to me? After all I've done, all the times I've pushed you away, why do you continue to stay?" she whispered. She felt him smile. "Because I love you."

"That's not a real answer." she muttered, her eyes falling shut as she let herself sink into relishing the feelings that he was causing her yet again. He laughed quietly into her ear, "Of course it is. When you love someone, you can look past all of their mistakes. Or, maybe it's not looking past them, but it's accepting them. Accepting the fact that they mess up, just like you do. Forgiving and forgetting. Moving on."