Rain [Short Stories]

Dark and Lovely Nights

    It's not really everyday that you find yourself fighting a raging wendigo with your significant other. Though, not everyone can say that with confidence. The beast had rampaged out from Akurey Woods, seconding to pick apart unsuspecting locals on their short commutes from work, which really no one thought this was a fantastic turn of events.

      The number of angry Fae Folk and all manner of  beasts had been on the rise lately, resulting in more and more mercenaries and deaths in such a soft city as Fraelle. Though, only two of those fine hardly-soldiers would willingly take on a pissed Wendigo. And they happened to be locals, as well as lovers. It's not at all a coincidence that those two also happened to be Alastair and Alan Moon. Lovers, yes, though not married. The former had a habit of giving his last name away. As a hopeless romantic is inclined.

      The aforementioned brandished a sword he alchemized himself; something he called a switchblade sword.

      It's exactly what it sounds like.

      The god alongside him wielded his sheer will, his hands too and even they were tucked behind his back. The blue-eyed antlered God gave a lingering side glance to his counterpart, a tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth as he watched him run circles around the beast.

      "You know," Alastair started, standing with his feet apart, sword wielded comfortably in his left hand. An unamused glint had struck his eye half-way through the fight and stood there still,
      "This would go a lot faster if you didn't just stand there, bleeding heart." He offered the advice with a cool note, making Alan smirk. Even if it was just a bit. That nickname struck his heart with a warm feeling and it was all he could do to stand his ground.

      "You said you could handle it, Thief. You're independent." The god supplied this with a lazy shrug and an almost unnoticeable twitch of his brow. His antlers quivered with the small movement, raining a couple leaves down across his shoulders. He held an air of calm that should absolutely not exist under their circumstances. Yet it did, and he was.

      The wendigo let off an unholy scream, making both men jump. It's pulsing white eyes seemed to widen as it's body comforted upwards into the dark star-freckled night.

      Taking his chance, Alastair rushed forward with an odd agility only thought to belong to cats. The ease with which his sword danced between hands seemed inhuman, and though he was showing off, it lacked no meaning. With a single fluid motion his sword reached through the tattered bony chest of the Wendigo, spraying Alastair's pale face with dripping, ichor freckles.

      As its last resort, the beast sunk its long claws into the Artificial Demons shoulder as it went down, sinking into a heap of writhing bone.

      Alastair pulled away without so much as flinching, slapping a hand over three blooming stains in his shirt. It hurt, but he was used to it after 2,000 years of it.
      "Okay, so maybe I could have used a bit of help!" He exclaimed with a cheeky smile at his lover who had joined him near the body.

      Alan snaked a hand around his hip, playing with the hem of his shirt as he focused in on the blood dripping down his shirt.
      "You're cute when you try to show off, but I wish you'd be more careful..." he tsked in disdain, looking at the single green eye belonging to his lover, an eyepatch hiding the other missing one.

      The comment made Al blush and it always would even after thousands of years. Instinctively, he took a step back, letting out a flustered chuckle and succeeded in falling over the still bleeding chest of the Wendigo; his legs sprawled over the sharp ribs.

      Still attached at the hip, Alan fell over on top of him. Groaning as his forehead bonked against Al's and their antlers and horns, respectively, tangled.

      "You...You're crushing...my spleen," Alastair whimpered out, wincing as Alan shifted and made their entanglement worse.

      "Oh, hush...You don't even know where your spleen is."

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Whatuppppp. I'm trying to practice writing again and I wrote this in an hour during Algebra 2 because that class is entirely useless to me because I hate math and I don't want to pursue it as a career. So, I write in my math class. And I wrote this and had to explain to the boy sitting behind me why I was writing and that was not fun, nor entertaining.

Anyway, please enjoy. This is based of a prompt I vaguely remember sort of not really, anyway. Love you bye.