Letters to Nobody ~*Poofless AU*~

14

~*Rob*~

After a while of looking for the strange man, I walk back to Preston's room. Instead of walking right in as I usually do, I pause just before waking inside. How did he manage to get into Preston's room anyways? I ponder that question for a moment before walking into his room.

Preston was sitting on his bed, holding his head as if he had a monster of a headache, the piece of paper on the ground beside him. My heart broke at the scene before me.

"You alright?" I ask, walking over and sitting beside him.

"I'm fine. Just trying to figure out who I am," he mutters, not sounding entirely here.

"What happened?" I inquire, turning my body toward him involuntarily.

"That piece of paper on the ground was a message for me."

"What did it say?"

"It mentioned something about an empress, and an invasion," he isn't telling me everything. I can tell.

"You're keeping something from me."

"I don't want to bother you with all the details," I reach over and touch his hand. Such a small action, and yet it makes my heart race at incredible speeds.

"I don't think I'll ever be bothered by you."

"The letter was written to someone by the name of Frags. It feels so familiar, yet foreign at the same time."

"Preston," I stop myself.

"And then I had a dream a little while back. What did they called me? Frags that's what!" he stands up and runs a hand through his hair.

"I see," I murmur quietly. How would Juniper react to this news?

"Tell me Rob," he turns to look back at me, "would you be mad if I did something unexpected right now?"

"What do you mean by 'unexpected?'"

"Nothing," he sighs awkwardly and starts jumping up and down. My word he's acting cute right now. I just want to hold him close and never let him leave my embrace. Ever.

"Preston, please tell me," I stand up and grab his shoulders, looking into those brown, almost orange orbs he calls eyes. He stops jumping and meets my gaze. I don't know if I was seeing things, but his face grew a shade of pink. You're probably seeing things Rob.

"You might hate me if I do," his voice was almost a whisper.

"I won't," I hold my ground, "It would take a whole lot for me to hate you." Preston smiles softly at me, making my heart race slightly and my face heat up. God I love him.

Before I could realize it, I was leaning closer to him. My eyes close naturally as I grow closer. And closer. Until the distance was merely a few centimeters between us. "Rob, am I dreaming?" Preston whispers, his breath tickling my lips.

"Just be quiet," I murmur before gently pressing my lips against his.

~*Benja*~

I shuffle through the information the Empress gave me on how to obtain Frags. All of which, are more useful to a  solider, or even scout. Not someone like me who can barely understand half of the words on this paper. What is it written in anyways? Nephel? Sighing quietly, I put the papers back into the carrying device before heading out into the unfamiliar terrain. I start to become light headed as I walk, which was probably due to the thin atmosphere. Alright Benja. You may not speak the language, but you can pretend like you do.

"Are you the one the Empress sent out to obtain Frags?" a deep voice asks. I turn around to see a strangely familiar solider walking over.

"Yes. That's me!" I bite my lip slightly.

"I'm surprised. I truly expected her to send out a scout. But then again, she knows what she's doing. The name's Zerkaa."

"Benja," I shake his hand. Seems like a cool guy.

"Now. Do you speak any human languages?"

"Oh, Um," I stay quiet. Am I supposed to?

"I'll take that as a no," Zerkaa sighs and runs a hand through his hair, "You might have some trouble finding your way around. Some scouts might be able to help you, but I'd advise you keep up your guard."

"How come?"

"Just do so. There are Savages lurking in every corner."

"Savages?" My mind fills with confusion. Why are there savages? I thought humans were a matured species.

"Those of our kind that turned against the empire."

"Oh," I nod in understanding. Zerkaa smiles and pats my back.

"Good luck boy. My scouts will lead you in the right direction, but that's as far as we can go in help."

"I'll take anything I can get."
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The scouts left me to my lonesome not long ago. My heart races slightly as I weave through the crowd of humans.

I did learn a word in the human language though! Saw-re. Or was it soar-e? I know I'll figure it out eventually, but their language is strange. Once the crowd thinned out, I start to walk a tad bit faster, enjoying the small burst of freedom. Is this what it feels like to be a scout? Free?

My thoughts were interrupted by a woman running into my shoulder. A small ache grows in the place she hit.
The woman looks up at me, the anger was clear in her eyes. She yells something at me in the human language before storming off, muttering in... Mespelì? Wait, all of the scouts should know who I am. If she doesn't, then who is she?

Shaking my head, I force my legs to keep moving in the right direction. I'll ask Zerkaa about her later.
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Mickey-Kenzie

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