Chapter 37 - Thirty-Five (2/2)

I wanted those eyes shining like that only to myself.

I shook the selfish thought away; my little hound would be pissed if he knew that that thought has even crossed my mind; but how much I wanted to simply take him away, have those bright eyes only for myself.

He would hate me for that, for sure, he took proud of his independence, on his strength, and who would I be to take away those important things from him? My conviction to go against my own desires for his was proof enough of how much he meant to me.

He saved me when everybody trampled over me.

He showed me a side of the world that I could have never imagine.

And yet his anger prevented me from reaching out to him. I wasn't able to save him from himself.

But everything was different now.

Though he wasn't ready for the intensity of my feelings yet, I realized, thankfully before I scared him away from me.

Which lead me to think what I could do different this time, even more because he was still a child, too young and innocent.

So I concluded that I should conquer him, even if only as a friend at first, and make myself worthy, little by little.

I watch him again, now sitting on the floor with one leg up and the other curved down, tail swinging behind him, as he patted the little guy's head with a soft little smile, and even the silver diamond crystal on his forehead appeared to shine brilliantly. His black silky hair was a bird nest from sleeping, which gave him a casual look that fluttered my heart.

”Did you like him?” I ask in a soft voice as he nods, not taking his eyes away from the creature. I search from where the creature came from, and my eyes fall upon the bag that I gave Thilgon.

”I think he ate your crystals.”

At that he tenses, looks down at the little mushroom, who looks up with a guilty pleading face, as Thilgon pulls the bag closer to him.

”There is only one left.”

The stays silent for a moment, weighing the bag in his hand, and sigh, letting his shadow swallow it. ”I'll give to my brother later.”

Probably to give him a human form too, I bet.

”You should name him.”

”But I don't even know if I'm going to keep him. He is a plant after all, and I'm made of fire, they don't mix well together.”

”I can take care of him for you then.”

”Really?!” I nod.

”Elves are naturally good with things related to nature. We should be fine.”

He nods then, passing his finger on the small back of the creature as he stands up and stretches his hands towards me, making the little face come closer to my own. Those little dark eyes watch me curiously, as he puts his little hands in the air, waiting for me to grab him.

He fits perfectly in my hand, strongly holding onto my fingers when I move him closer.

”… I'm terrible with names” Thilgon says, making me look up only to find him very close, enough that I could draw his features with my eyes, his nose, his fluffy ears standing crooked and relaxed, his beautiful silver eyes, his full lips.

My heart races at the sight.

Sigh. This would be a long mission, but I'll be sure to make the best of it.

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MC: So, what should we name him?

ML:*Thinking*

ML: D.i.c.khea-

Author/MC: NO!

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Author: So… who do you think is cuter?

MC: Whom? *Author points at Hunthor and the mushroom*

Younger B.: *Thinking: Need to be cute, the cutest~~sits down and with puppy eyes covers his snout with his paw, tail wiggling as he looks up shyly, only to open a full teeth smile and let his tongue hang sideways, flopping on his belly*

Mush.Kin: *Everybody is looking at me~Nervous nervous~ hides underneath his hat, but feels his moma getting closer, so it jumps out with open arms, saying: Peek-a-boo!

Author:…

Author:… We lost the MC to blood loss.