When I Found You [AU] Blackmadhi

chapter VII

Simon POV

The Braid Head came out of the shower and he was wearing a light blue Kurta and light blue pants to match. Likewise he wore thigh high ethnic socks alongside knee high dark boots. A red scarf like fabric secured the head of his shoulders and around his waist. His lavender hair was braided and tied with a red ribbon.

[🌸Looked like this except without the staff🌸]

He looked stunning no, what am I saying? Have I gone crazy? I just thought he look pleasant there's nothing more to it. 

The Braid Head fluttered his eyelashes revealing his emerald eyes and put his hands on his hips. He looked somewhat bored and upset. I was hoping to carry my sword to cut up the watermelons so I move in the direction of the wall and remove he sword from the snares. The brat tumbles backward nearly running into it.

 Was he is terrified of me? Does he think I am going to kill him or something? "Hey brat I won't kill you. Quit acting all scared of me." 

The braid head shouts back, "I have every right to be frightened of some emo reverse panda with a samurai sword and a hawk cackling in the corner of this obscure house!" 

I protest, "Give me a break Sad Monk, I was decent enough to give you access to my home." 

He nibbles his lip and groans. "Anyway, do you have any idea why my name is on the sign outside?"

 he asks. The sign? Is he talking about the one that says 'Sahdmadhi'? I don't know whether I should enlighten him about it or save it for a later time. I believed that this brat would've realized the sign when he stepped foot in this house.

 "Hello? Black Eyed-Samurai? Reverse Panda? Are you even listening to me!" He went on and on with the stupid nicknames till I finally answered, 

"What do you need Braid Head?" He folds his arms and plops down on the couch. 

"Excuse me, have some regard! Isn't there any decent people is this pitiable and filthy town." He mumbles to himself. 

I don't know what's gotten him all touchy. 

"The Holy Mother doesn't have the opportunity to favor poor and far fallen souls such as yourself." He chants while holds his hands outward, "Our founder, and her elegance favors the ones that commit their being to her." 

I grumble. I am not really interested about the entire Holy Mother thing and I couldn't care less about religion.

 "That is very monk like Braid Head, but I am going to have interrupt on your teachings to tell you that we are leaving." 

He closes his eyes and shakes his head, "Gracious Blackquill, If you strike the Holy Mother three times you may jeopardize yourself to turning into a victim of Pahpul Boljhig. You will join the forever fallen ones and face yourself with a horrible brute."