Mini Stories

Sanctuary

Prompt: a drabble about my mc oc Vega and his bees

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He sighed, clawed hand gently pushing open the door to the sanctuary. He's careful not to scratch it again. He'd just returned from the nether, having gone to get supplies to make potions. Blazes were tricky, especially when one factors in the fact that shields didn't do much for him. Being so tall had its downsides sometimes. Not that he minds.

The sanctuary is quiet, for the most part. The soft sounds of his bees in their hives working away and the crackle of fireplaces hidden behind trapdoors calms him. He sets his bag aside, inventory clunking loudly. The noise makes him flinch if only because he worries it'll disturb his bees. Poor things didn't deserve that.

Vega sighs and plops down on the floor by the door. He could always place down stairs and use those to sit but he won't, he knows that. He much prefers sitting on the ground. Besides, his clothes were already dirty from the nether. What harm could dirt do? So he sits and rests his head back against the wall. The screen of his head goes dark as he does his equivalent of closing his eyes.

A moment passes before the bees pop out of their hives, about to go to the flowers. They notice their friend and happily buzz on over, bumping against Vega's head. The screen flickers back on, the familiar tv bars and single eye appearing. He'd smile if he could. Instead he gives a soft hum of content and extends a hand. One of the bees gently land on his hand, whooping softly at him.

Vega's screen then switches to a mouth and he smiles. He wasn't always cruel and harsh and full of violence. Some days he was soft and warm and full of love. Those days were much more rare yet cherished all the same. It seemed they were often brought on by his bees or sunny days or days were it was a sun shower. Days like those were ones he felt he could let his guard down, if for a little while.

The bees continue to gently bump against his form, soft whoops coming out. Vega found those were his favourite sounds as they could mean surprise but also, in terms of his bees, happiness. He hums softly, enjoying the calm of the moment. After a moment, the bees leave him bee and go to the flowers.

Vega watches them, smiling internally as the screen switches back to an eye.