Captive. (ls)

5. Journey

Food.

That's the first thing I smelt when I began to awake, and oh my god, that smelt good.

My eyes began to flutter open as a result of the stabbing hunger pains in my stomach. I looked around in confusion, wondering where in hell I was at.

A tall figure was stood on the other side of the room, his bare back facing my direction. I could see his shoulder blades moving smoothly under his skin while he did something by the counter.
I sat up to get a better look, realizing that it was Him, and that he was standing beside the same woman who had tried to warn me of the fire.

"I-is that okay?" Him asked softly, his voice quiet, shaky, and directed towards the lady.

She responded with a thrilled nod and patted him on the shoulder, "Ah, yes! That's perfect, dear. He'll love it, I'm sure."

A proud smile worked it way up onto Him's lips. God, those lips are pretty. So naturally pink. The way they annunciate his words and purse forwards due to his thick accent. That mouth wasn't born for just talking, I can tell you that-

"Master! You're awake. Are you alright? Do you need some water?" He asked, brows pulled tight together in worry.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his concern, nodding as I sat up, "That'd be lovely, Him."

His pretty little curls flopped as he nodded, rushing to get me a small glass of liquid. I didn't really want it, but I decided that it would do him more good to see me drink something than it would actually benefit me.

"Where are we at?" I inquired, looking around and investigating the room with my eyes. In all honesty, I'm just being overly nosy by snooping around.

"We're at her house. Or, place, I guess. Not a house," the boy informed me, looking back at the lady. "She took us in. Taught me to cook, and weed the garden, and shower, and-"

"Wait, how long have I been asleep?"

He hummed; thinking, "About three days. We were gonna call the doctor if you didn't wake up by today. But it's a good thing you did, because now you get to eat the eggs I made."

I just stared at him, not understanding most of his words. This was the fastest he's ever talked, and my brain is just working too slow to catch up.

"Oh. Uhm, okay then," I murmured, thanking him when he brought the plate over.

I took the fork from his hand and cut into the fried egg, popping it into my mouth and chewing, "Mm, that's really good, Him. Thank you."

His whole face lit up and he smiled so hard that those damned dimples indented his cheeks like craters on the moon, "Oh don't thank me, Master. Thank Lily!"

My chewing slowed as I listened, not quite understanding, "Oh. Well, thank you, Ma'am-"

"No, that's not Lily. That's Lily," he interrupted me and pointed at the small, dusty window above my head.

There was a chicken with it's head pressed directly against the window, a loud screech falling from it's weird looking beak.

I jumped, a lump in my throat forming as I tried to swallow what was left of its baby chicken child, "Oh. Erm, Yeah. Thanks."

I noticed Him's lips curve up into a smile, one that hasn't seen the light of day in years. Somehow, It made me want to do anything I could to see his beautiful expression again.

"Have you gone outside?"

His forest eyes lit up, "Oh, did I! It's so pretty outside. Like you!" He giggled.