Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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The Staff
season
Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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notes - i wrote so much my hand is cramping, but at least i'm not as dumb as jordan
A breeze slipped it’s airy fingers through the dirty blonde hair of the teenager, his eyes glancing around frantically and analyzing the scene around him. Donning his usual blue jacket and a black undershirt that simply read “suck it.” - very fitting for his personality - the teen was out for a day of training and trying to escape everything back in the city. Being out in the woods was terrifying to so many people; but not Jordan. The 18 year old would walk through the wilderness with ease, being able to detect any suspicious smells or sounds and easily being able to prepare himself. He was always without worry here as well, which was extremely rare; as much as he tried to hide all of his emotions behind a signature facade, it still took a toll on him and Jordan was almost always in a state of stress because of it.
But here, out in nature, with a breeze ruffling his hair, decaying leaves crunching under his shoes, and the outskirts of the forest just quiet, everything appeared evidently calm to him. A rare smile tugging up on the corners of his lips, Jordan finally came to a stop, his glasses almost sliding off his face as he did. With an irritated huff as the thick rims slowly slid downwards, he shoved them up before focusing back on the task at hand. Tugging off the blue jacket and hanging it on a nearby branch, the man steadied his focus on his usual tree.
The specific tree that he had first started training at on Jordan’s first gander through the woods now had marks covering it. From long scratches splitting the bark, to fist-sized dents that had become so deep that it looked almost natural. The poor oak had taken quite the beating. A soft chuckle rumbling in the back of his throat, Jordan cracked his knuckles and slipped into a typical fighting stance. Left leg shifted back, knees slightly bent, arms raised with his hands open and ready to react at any moment, and take any change necessary to overcome any obstacle he needed to. Breathing in deeply, he was ready. Patiently, he waited for the perfect moment to slam forward into the tree. Eyes fluttering shut, the boy seemed to be drawn into a trance - and within a split second, his eyelids flew open, and in that same moment, so did his body.
Rushing forward with inhuman speed, teeth bared and pupils narrowed, a singular fist slammed into the tree before a torrent followed. Crash after crash was all that could be heard, the number of dents increasing rapidly, and those that had already been formed were just getting more shoved in. Anyone who was to randomly stroll by would no doubt be terrified by the scene of some random guy beating the SHIT out of a tree. Especially if they took into consideration the TRS logo sewed onto the right sleeve of his shirt. Or maybe the bared teeth, wild eyes, and rippling muscles were scarier than the military esque force. It was simply up to interpretation.
Each punch became more slowed in movement, but never lacked power. With a final breath, the werewolf slammed his clenched fist into the poor, poor tree, and watched as all of the newly growing leaves fell straight onto him.”Shit…” Jordan muttered under his breath as he crawled out of the massive pile of leaves. With a roll of his blue eyes, he began to brush the leaves off of his clothes, blatantly ignoring the fact that his knuckles were bleeding and new scrapes had appeared all over his arms. Even a small scrape had somehow appeared on his cheek, but too much adrenaline was pumping through him for Jordan to take any sort of notice.
Winter had finally dissipated into spring, resulting in warmer weather embrace Lorsette. There was comfort found in the heat of sunlight and the gentle, cooling relief of the passing breeze which made for well-balanced temperatures that roused citizens from their homes. The improvement in weather caused Malakai to happily wander the slush covered streets towards the wilderness. Despite the outskirts of Lorsette being rumored to be terror infested, the field medic maintained a desire to venture beyond the monotone streets of confirmed safety. This adventure held reasoning since the bespectacled man enjoyed walking down the dirt paths of the Calico Forest to view the plant life. At times, the berries or other herbs that could be discovered worked to improve his healing potions or to improve the taste of others without diminishing the effects.
A plain black sweater embraced his torso, the collar remaining high in order to keep the assortment of pinkish scars that maimed his back, stomach and, to a lesser degree, his chest. Pale jeans cover his legs in order to complete the simplistic appearance Malakai oftentimes maintained. A boring gray satchel bounced against his right hip as he closed the distance between himself and the outskirts of Lorsette. Gradually, buildings transformed into spacious trees as the field medic entered the serene environment of the forest, the realm of nature. The gentle rustling of leaves swaying together in the breeze alongside the soft crunching of leaves created a soothing effect on the usually anxious man. Birds chirped in the trees, happy to return after migrating south for the harsh winter months. The shy man's hazel eyes gazed up towards the branches, noticing the congregation of birds which brought a lip-tight smile onto his face.
Deeper the field medic ventured, finding sanction for himself amidst the beauty of nature. His gaze was constantly drifting over the various plants, his hand occasionally pushing the thick-rimmed, black glasses further up his nose. A tranquil disposition was maintained until a thunderous sound echoed through the trees, resulting in the birds fluttering away in fear. The sudden noise rattled Malakai, making the bashful man flinch and tremble from startling noise that reminded him of days spent in his mother's care. The noises created from those days confined within the abusive household had created a sensitivity towards loud sounds whenever he was not under the immense pressures of medical work. A few moments were spent listening, a mild concern over the well-being of another occupant of the outskirts sparking. A deep, calming breath was taken before the ravenette slowly weaved his way through the wilderness towards the booming noise.
Shortly, the source of the incredibly loud noise was discovered which caused the field medic's eyes to widen in surprise. There was a blond teen thrusting his fists into an oak tree, creating large dents into the strong bark. Witnessing the event caused Malakai's heart to skyrocket due to the fear that overcame him. There was a mixture of horror, relief and astonishment from gazing upon the presumed training session. The amount of damage this blond man was inflicting upon the unfortunate tree being both terrifying and incredible, resulting in a feeling of excitement. Relief was found in the conclusion that nobody was getting hurt, although, the field medic was pitying the tree. Then there were the rippling muscles, displaying the male physique that was pleasant to the ravenette's eyes. This stranger captured an attractive essence, and merely noticing it caused red to paint across Malakai's cheeks as blood rushed to his face.
Bashfully, his gaze left the training male as he attempted to quietly inch away in hopes of avoiding an awkward interaction, although, the escape attempt was ceased when a loud groan sounded from the tree. Instantly, Malakai's eyes snapped back towards the man to witness the tree's assault of vengeance towards the torment. Viewing the display caused the field medic's heart to skip a beat with worry as he watched the man escape the depths of leaves with his flesh adorned with numerous scrapes. As though somebody flicked a switch, the ravenette rushed towards the injured man, glad that he had packed a small amount of medical supplies; they had been for personal use should it be required.
"Hey, you alright?" Malakai began, his eyes already scrutinizing the wounds. "Sit down and I'll fix you up."
Prior to usual, there was confidence possessed in the ravenette's voice as he approached the man, slowing down as he drew closer. Despite the medical scenario, there was a subtle change in Malakai's behavior as he found his heart rate continuing to remain increased. Creating eye contact between himself and the patient was impossible even though the circumstances were favourable to his social skills. There was an aura this stranger provided which kept those bashful tendencies lurking despite the situation.
"Th-the wounds could... uh... get infect after all," the medic added timidly.
The addition was suppose to give extra incentive, but it possessed those timid tones that usually fled in these situations. A countenance of embarrassment was obvious on Malakai's face as his brown eyes remained locked with the ground as he attempted to comprehend what was occurring.
notes - this is probably terrible and i deeply apologize
The man was annoyed to say the least as he crawled out from the shit ton of leaves surrounding him. Scrapes now covering his arms and even scratching cuts into his shirt, his hair wasn’t even able to escape the pain, with leaves and a tiny stick now settled into the mess. It was an understatement to say that he didn’t look that good anymore, in his opinion at the least. Baring his teeth as a small growl rumbled in his throat as he finally got up, anyone could read the pissed in Jordan’s eyes, all centered at himself. That was until he heard movement to his left, and noticed a man rushing towards him; in an instant, his entire body paused. Only a handful things were able to happen in the next few moments; mouth shutting, eyes widening, cheeks flushing, and Jordan’s blue eyes scanning the man’s body as quickly as he could behind his glasses.
“Oh fuck he’s cute as hell.” was all Jordan could think about as he slipped into a brief panic, trying to straighten his posture and act naturally just as the other man started talking. It was only when he ran his hand through his hair did the 18-year-old realize why the older male seemed so worried. With a gasp and wince, Jordan tugged his hand out of his hair and looked down upon the blood and scrapes covering the knuckles.
“A-ah, okay, I guess that would be a good idea.” Pulling a sheepish smile out of his ass, Jordan settled down on a nearby tree stump. Settling his bloody knuckles onto his knees, the man stared up at the other guy as he drew closer, eyes flickering around to analyze his appearance. Glasses, dark hair, worried eyes. Cute.
Attempting to hide the blood rushing to his cheeks, Jordan nodded aggresively as an attempt to act natural (it obviously did not work).”Completely understandable. You know, maybe I shouldn’t have beat the shit out of that tree.” A brief chuckle left his mouth, laughing at his own joke quite pathetically.
“Before you get down to it and start fixing me up, I feel like an introduction is needed. Just to make sure you’re not like, some fuckin’ monster or anything.” With a sly smile, the 18-year-old held out his hand, yet again forgetting the fact he was literally bleeding,”I’m Jordan Nicholas Dire, hunter-in-training.”
There was an attractive and wild essence that the stranger emitted, bringing vibes of an animal-like behavior. The bared teeth, rumbling growl and generally messy appearance gave Malakai the impression that the blond was an animal related species. While a majority may have found the quality frightful, there was something peculiarly alluring to the bespectacled man. The notion was impossible to explain, but a little voice seemed to insist that he remained safe in the man's presence. Instinctively, Malakai found himself hastily straightening himself out, going lengths to carefully fidget with his clothes as though to make himself more appealing to the eyes. A hesitation shortly accompanied the action before it was ceased as the ravenette realized what he was doing; it was definitely not necessary given the situation. Comprehending the current requirement for creating visual satisfaction was difficult for Malakai, especially since it never became evident in medical situations.
Eye contact continued being avoided, Malakai's hazel eyes watching the gentle rolling of grass and leaves. At times, his gaze would flit towards the blond, but would immediately glance away bashfully when concerns about the stranger catching a glimpse of his reddened cheeks arrived. The soft noise of a gasp caught the bespectacled man's attention given him an opportunity to listen to the stranger's agreement to healing accompanied by the adorable, sheepish smile. Nervously, Malakai's eyes glanced away, instead focusing on opening the satchel. His fingers fumbled with the latch, clumsily managing to open the leather bag while the anxiousness attempted to conquer his emotions. Bashfully, the ravenette approached the enchantingly handsome blond. Gently, Malakai placed various small bottles and containers onto the grass before grabbing a small roll of gauze. Momentarily, medic's eyes glanced back towards the stranger to view the nodding, his brown eyes managing to capture a glimpse at the red that adorned the man's cheeks.
Instantly, Malakai's blush increased, even reaching the tips of his ears, as his eyes returned towards his medical supplies. An awkward laugh was given towards the joke with prayer that he would appear normal to the incredibly stunning stranger. It was difficult to relax his anxious nerves considering his heart was fluttering immensely, threatening to suddenly rupture the longer the interaction proceeded. When the introduction started, the nervous man froze as listened to the concept of monsters alongside the hunter section; this man worked for the TRS similar to himself. The hand offering was taken for medical reasons, Malakai's eyes drifting towards them as he carefully brought the man's hand closer for analyzing in hopes working would sooth him.
"I... I'm M-malakai Moors," he started, flinching from his stutters. "... I work as a field medic."
The hand was released as the medic fetched a cloth alongside a bottle of water from his bag. With caution, he poured a small portion of the water onto the cloth before tentatively grabbing Jordan's hand to run the cloth across the scrapes to cleanse any pieces of dirt.
"... I'm sorry if I... uh... don't do the greatest job... I didn't bring much..." Malakai stated quietly. "I'm... probably not the gr-greatest either."
The random self-conscious skill admittance caused the ravenette to wince while his mind chastised him for not keeping a steady silence. There was a piece of him that desired to impress Jordan, but currently the medic felt as though he was failing. Continuously, his nervous emotions conquered his mind, maintaining the self-conscious feelings and generating needs for perfection while he prepared to meticulously clean the scrapes.
The blonde glanced down at their hands the moment the other man gripped his, chills rippling through out him. With a weak attempt at a normal smile, he set his blue gaze onto analyzing Malakai’s face as much as he could. Hazel eyes behind the big glasses. Slightly spiked up hair. Bright red che...cheeks. He was blushing. Jordan couldn’t help but let a big grin make its way onto his face. He considered blushing so cute, and seeing this nervous pretty man do it made it even better, and honestly more entertaining to witness. As the medic brought Jordan’s hand closer to his face, the 18-year-old felt his heart speed up immensely, small spikes of anxiety hitting his stomach at the closeness. Of course it was only because he was, ya know, bleeding, but being so close to another male was very strange and new to him. As gay as Jordan was, he had never really been that affectionate with others.
“Nice to meet you Malakai.” A new sort of softness entered the werewolf’s voice as he took nervous of the man’s stuttering,”I really appreciate you dealing with my dumbass injuries.”
Genuine times with Jordan were very few and far between, but he could feel his soft side coming out more and more. He could practically actually smell the anxiety radiating off of the medic, and he hates knowing that people can go through that shit as well. It also helped that he really needed stuff to fix up his injuries, since there was just cuts covering his knuckles that would be split open every time he went off on something in training. Most people would likely not be this intense and this level of dumb when it came to training and taking care of themself, but Jordan could care less about the scars, cuts, and scrapes covering his body. All he could worry about was getting stronger. The blonde could only hope that Malakai didn’t notice his problems, and god forbid try and make him change his intense ways.
Jordan perked up out of his thoughts as Malakai spoke again, this time about ‘not doing a great job’. With a simple roll of his eyes, the boy reached over and touched the medic’s shoulder with his other hand that was less affected (but he still winced on contact).
“Hey, dumbass, you’ll probably do a better job than the rest of the losers at headquaters. You’re trying, and that’s honestly better than any of the shit they’ve done.” He muttered with a bit of a harder voice, his blue eyes bearing into hazel. Pure confirmation and positivity radiated off of him in that moment.
Every second spent in the blond's company caused Malakai's usual anxious emotions to skyrocket. Gaining the opportunity to merely hold Jordan's hand was causing the butterflies to flutter in the ravenette's stomach despite it being for medical reasons. Cautiously, the medic continued rubbing the any dirt away with the cloth while attempting to avoid eye contact. Inside his chest his heart dancing, fluttering with joy over the close proximity despite the human's immense nervousness. Comprehending the occurrences of his heart were difficult, thus Malakai attempted to ignore the rapidly increasing heart beat; a difficult task considering it felt as though his heart planned to escape the jail known as his chest cavity. The medic's heart rate spiked when Jordan stated it was pleasant to meet him with a soft, genuine tone. The redness across the shy man's cheeks increased as he attempted to remain fixated on the acquaintance's wounded knuckles.
"N-n-nice to meet you t-too," Malakai said, stumbling through the words.
A flinch proceeded the response, the medic shortly chastising himself mentally over the pathetic attempt to speak. It caused his cheeks to flare redder with embarrassment, the heat on his face feeling unbearable. Why was he so incredibly incapable of speaking like a normal person? At this point, the ravenette was certain that Jordan thought he was weak and pitiful which oddly harmed the bashful man's mental state more than usual. There was obviously something different about his current companion which generated this intense nervousness accompanied by fear over negative opinions that the blond could possess. His bashfulness was cursed as he quietly finished cleaning the first hand. The cloth was placed in the baggie while Malakai carefully grabbed a short, cylindrical contain that held a salve meant for quicker healer and riding infection.
There was hesitation as the medic's hazel eyes stared at the scrapes, the idea of gently rubbing the salve into the injuries making him feel extremely anxious. It was another peculiar development that Malakai was not expecting, resulting in him gradually regaining the courage to continue working. Softly, the ravenette began applying the salve while his heart fluttered. The sudden hand contacting his shoulder startled him, making the medic tense and tremble for a few moments in surprise. The positivity that flowed from the man's mouth caused Malakai's heart to flutter. Physically, the medic seemed to calm in surprise, ceasing the task a moment to merely listen.
"... Um... th-thank-you, was all Malakai managed to say.
A small grin crossed the bashful man's lips over being praised by Jordan. Shortly, he returned to work, continuing to rub in the salve with hopes the anti-botics would not provide too much pain; the unpleasant sting, although weak, still disturbed some individuals. Once he pleased with the appearance of the wound, the gauze was grabbed to gently wrap it around the scrape.
"You sh-should keep this on until the b-bleeding stops at least," Malakai said softly.
Carefully, he began working towards wrapping the white bandages around the wound to protect it from infection and further damage. A nervousness remained from being given the privilege to hold Jordan's hand and tend to the injuries the apprentice possessed from training.
The blonde was thick-skulled and dumb, but he wasn’t so much so that he couldn’t see the anxiety radiating off the ravenette’s body before him. Maybe it helped that he could also smell it, which he considered yet another perk of his curse. Fear had always consisted of a specific scent that he could never describe, but always understood, and he would be able to smell it off of Malakai from miles away. With worry and understanding softening his gaze, Jordan attempted to formulate a strong thought that could possibly soothe the other man’s anxiety. But, to his own constant disappointment, he was terrible at advice and calming others down. His only attempt was to place his hand on the man's shoulder, with a smile and a blush crawling onto his pale cheeks. That grin grew at the sight of Malakai’s smile, a small voice in his head muttering ‘holy shit that’s adorable’ before he pushed it away. His attention came back to his injuries as another buzz of pain was triggered as the salve on his knuckles became fully apparent and effective, a slight hiss leaving his mouth as he flinched. As much as a big, bad man that Jordan portrayed himself to be, the moment the adrenaline faded, he experienced pain so easily that it was almost pathetic.
“You’re very welcome dude,” The 18-year-old uttered back, trying to seem as calm and comforting as possible.
This was yet another side that was typically hidden from most people, unless they showed him some sort of vulnerability. With others, he was typically a sarcastic hardass that radiated positivity, a loud voice, and the mouth of sailor. This was the caring side that only came out in times of comfort and softness. Jordan could never help caring for others, and the worried mess of a man in front of him brought it out faster than anyone else before. And, as Malakai began to wrap the scrape of one of his knuckles, the blonde’s heart couldn’t help but flutter at the touch. This was the first time someone had properly taken care of his wounds. This fact was why messy scars covered his body, and why his knuckles looked like they had been run over by a truck 7 times. A small smirk found its way onto Jordan’s face while his eyes scanned the wounds along his arms at that thought.
Thoughts returning back to the man in front of him, Jordans smirk shifted into a grin at Malakai’s response. It was actually hilarious that the black-haired medic thought he would keep them on when they met interfere with his training. Honestly, many would say that he would have a problem when it came to training. It became something that he was addicted to, doing it constantly to try and make the feeling of weakness go away. Said feeling never did though. All it was was an addiction, similar to smoking or drugs. Another way to drown away his thoughts and emotions.
With a soft chuckle,”Whatever you say, Malakai. Can’t promise anything.” Blue eye closing in a wink and a big smirk, he shifted his body slightly to give the medic more access to his other hand whenever he was to finish.
Pushing up his glasses when they almost slid off, Jordan hummed softly as the other man continued wrapping up his hand, enjoying the view from the stump. It was fun to analyze the quiet man’s attractive appearance. Even with his shitty eye sight, the blonde could make out the smallest details in Malakai’s face, a blush firing up on his face every single time a new feature became clear.
“So, what are you doing in these parts Mr. Medicman.” Jordan said in a sing-song tone, a laugh leaving his throat the moment he finished. A long laugh too; he couldn’t help but crack up at his own jokes.
Anxious emotions still remained in Malakai despite the subtle attempts to provide comfort made by his delightful company. The constant fluttering of his heart alongside self-conscious thoughts were still managing to disrupt him from keeping a calm disposition. Commonly, the bashful man's nervous tendencies would fade during medical work, but currently he found that the passing seconds spent tending to Jordan's wounds were making his heart beat skyrocket. This opportunity seemed precious and different from the numerous other individuals who required Malakai's medical expertise. The hiss that raised from the blond caused the field medic to stiffen, a mild guilt sparking over bringing pain to the attractive male. The action appeared reckless in the ravenette's mind since he neglected to inform his patient about the stinging that accompanied the infection banishing powers of the salve. Nervously, Malakai bit his lower lip, his gaze drifting towards the grassy forest floor with guilt.
"... S-sorry... I should have t-told you it... uh... stings," Malakai responded timidly.
Despite the emotions of guilt, the field medic continued working towards the goal of assisting the handsome blond with his numerous wounds. A delicate touch was given while the field medic continued to carefully wrap the bandages around the scraped knuckles to keep a pleasant balance of tightness and gentleness; too tight would bring pain and too gentle would result in the gauze unraveling. While he wrapped the blond's hand, his hazel eyes trailed the numerous signs of former injuries featured across the hunter's hand, witnessing as the gauze hid a portion from sight. Once the wrapping was finished, Malakai's hand softly held the end of the bandage in place while reaching for the small strands of medical tape. He plucked a single piece from the holder, gently placing it over the tail as he listened to Jordan.
Immediately, the medic's eyes flitted towards his company with concern obvious by his countenance. The thought of Jordan recklessly removing the bandages and reprimanding the chance to heal caused Malakai's heart to skip a beat with worry. Regularly, the bashful man would concern himself with the health of his comrades, but in this situation perturbed the medic differently considering the notion of the blond getting repeatedly wounded was unbearable.
"... Um... you should l-let them heal... It's un-unhealthy not to," he said softly. "Not allowing them to heal... it can cause per-permanent injury..."
There was hints of concern touching the medic's voice while he spoke, praying that the handsome blond would heed his words. Hunters were bound by the chains of their duty to get wounded, but a time of healing was always provided in the aftermath for the fortunate survivors of the latest battle and permanent injuries would not assist the efforts. Shortly, Malakai's gaze returned to the wounds in order completed bandaging the one hand he continued to the second that bore the numerous scrapes. Once again, the medic retrieved the cloth to tenderly wash away the dirt as he attempted to avoid causing Jordan pain again. Listening to the pained hiss from applying the salve had generated a necessity for caution when tending the blond's wounds. While cautiously cleaning the scrapes, Malakai's eyes wandered around the man's body, noticing some other injuries that he could provide attention to alongside various attractive traits.
A faint blush had began forming and deepened when the medic noticed the blush on Jordan's face. Red painted itself across Malakai's face, a heat of embarrassment accompanying it. Instantly, the ravenette bashfully glanced back towards the wounds, deciding to keep his gaze fixated on the injuries instead. When the wound was thoroughly cleansed, the cloth was placed down and replaced by the salve. A gentler approach was taken towards applying the disinfectant, the medic beginning with smaller amounts and gradually working his way up in hopes of minimizing any stinging; there was no guarantee the process would work, but Malakai desired to inflict less pain on the blond. When the inquiry was asked, the medic gave an awkward laugh that continued until Jordan stop; Malakai was attempting not to be impolite by ceasing his laugh earlier.
"Well... I do a lot of potion making... I... um... was kind of h-hoping to possible find some b-berries to make the ingested ones have a b-better flavor," he explained. "Uh... what about you?"
A sheepish smile crawled onto the bashful man's face as he mentally chastised himself for not attempting to joke back. There was comfort found in the lighthearted conversation, but Malakai found his common socially awkward tendencies maintaining a heavy cloud of nervousness in his mind. As time progressed, he was slowly growing comfortable in the blond's company, but the malicious self-conscious thoughts continued their barrage. The range varied from his pathetic stuttering to any subtle errors in his appearance which was mostly linked to his facial expression, although, this man's positive words and oddly tranquil vibes were soothing. Somewhere in the depths of Malakai's minds, something was insisting that fretting was unnecessary, almost as though fate was bringing reassurance.
notes - i'm honestly really proud of this post! biggest one yet ~
Jordan's entire demeanor was softening slowly as the medic bandaged his knuckles. Whether it was from the energy draining from him as he beat the shit out of that tree, or if it was from the new, sweet presence occupying him...the 18-year-old truly couldn't pinpoint it. But either way, he could feel his comfort increasing and his usually hard-ass, sarcastic nature slipping away. It was strange, to say the least, especially since the blonde had no control over it. And due to this feeling, he couldn't help but constantly slip out of focus; always returning back and finding himself staring at the medic before him, who's soft and shaky hands were currently running along his knuckles and trying their best to fix his current wounds. Especially in this golden hour lighting on a soft spring day, with the trees around them softly rustling and every single color beginning to pop out more and more...it was a gorgeous sight. Even through his dirty glasses and terrible eye sight, Jordan could never deny that single fact; the scene before him was fucking gorgeous, and he would no doubt keep an image of it for as long as his mind would allow. An absent-minded smile settled on his lips, and his eyes crinkled in bliss. He couldn't believe that this simple training session had turned into an amazing moment, and he had met a pretty boy that could possibly even be his friend of all things!
And, it really helped that he desperate for friends and companions. He was still fairly new to the city, and making friends was still a rough experience. But, the kind medic before him gave him hope; it helped that he actually cared enough to give a good attempt on fixing up his injuries, the opposite apparent over the rest of his body, displaying the rough care they were given. It was actually quite sad, since this was even displayed in his wolf form, with Jordan's tan fur always being plagued with scars and cuts, as if he was some beaten and abused animal.
The boy's mind returned to the ground as Malakai spoke again, this time mentioning how he needed to take care of himself and let his injuries heal properly. A soft chuckle left his throat at this thought of actually treating himself well. It was something he hadn't done in years, since he had become adjusted to releasing all of his emotions unhealthily, all through violence and other rough shit similar to it. Typically, he wouldn't even think about it twice; he always returned to his ways of making himself go through hell. But, the softness in the medic's voice stopped him, and for once, made Jordan reconsider his ways. No one had ever tried to stop his unhealthy habits before.
"Hmph...I'll consider it." The man stated almost dramatically, rolling his eyes playfully. But, for once, he meant it. At least past his smart ass tone.
Trying to hide his grin and blush, Jordan turned his gaze up to the sky as Malakai finished up his hand. His adam's apple bobbed with every swallow, creating more definition in his neck and making the muscles pop out even more. From far away, the blonde would've looked like a scrawny, soft boy that was just sort of tall. But, from close up, anyone paying close attention could see the muscles lining his signature lean build from his hours spent training every single day. His personality matched this, just the opposite way; Jordan showed off the hardass side of him far more than the sweet, soft side. But, it had become such a big part of his personality that he didn't even notice the switch-up anymore; except for now with this stanger that seemed to take hold of that hardass side of him, and throw it to the side. Strange.
After analyzing the wispy clouds for a few more moments, the blonde returned his attention back to Earth as the man spoke more. Berries and potions? Glee and curiousity filled his eyes, as he had always been infatuated with the idea of potions and those that create them.
"Yo! That's really fuckin' cool! Potions have always seemed so cool to me." Enthusiam pumped out of Jordan's voice, as if he was some sort of child. Even the typical sparkle was in his eye as he stated this, before toning down the excitement to finish his statement. "Man, you make what I came out here for seem lame as hell. All I do is train in this area...as you could guess from the fucky lookin' tree over there." The boy's eyes rolled, disappointment directed towards himself rising within.
His excitement leveling out into a bit more of a calmer state, the blonde continued to analyze Malakai's features. Really, he couldn't help it. And even with his shitty eye sight, seeing the man move his lips and glance away from him just made Jordan's cheeks flush. God, all he could think about was how cute the medic was. Especially the stutter.
Tranquility was discovered in the surroundings as amber light shined through the trees. Leaves gently spiraled through the subtle wind as the branches above danced in soothing rhythms. The calmness of the forest heralded the return of birds chirping. There was a brief moment of attention given towards the change, Malakai's eyes gazing through the slender branches of the trees. There was something about the scene that appeared staged, almost as though each piece was perfectly set. Gaining the chance to tend to a patient whose appearance was defined as perfect in an incredible setting; it seemed like something off of a movie screen. The atmosphere was soothing on medic's nerves as his hazel eyes returned to the scrapes as he replaced the salve for gauze. Tenderly, he proceeded to wrap the bandage around Jordan's wounded hand.
The theatrical response towards improving health habit earned a soft frown to cross Malakai's expression. There were numerous hunters who displayed the dramatics of requiring rest, but nonetheless he appreciated listening to the possible obeying of a medic's orders. Alas, concern remained apparent in the ravenette's hazel eyes as he continued bandaging. Those scars he witnessed before suggested the possibility of Jordan ignoring medical based orders. A gentle sigh escaped through the medic's lips as he continued inspecting his work. Listening to the genuine tone beneath was difficult to detect, leaving Malakai to presume the chance of the apprentice hunter getting injured again. Normally, he could tolerate the dramatics hunters and scouts displayed towards requiring a break for healing, but this situation left butterflies in his stomach. Injuries were natural, however, the concept of the blond getting wounded again made him anxious. The slightest trembled entered his movements over the thought which resulted in the gauze becoming too loose.
Noticing the quivering caused Malakai to flinch as guilty emotions raised from his momentary bandaging blunder. Extensive breaths were taken, soothing the bashful medic's anxieties before attempting the task again. A firmness was given to the gauze as the shy man cautiously continued bandaging. As the finishing point gradually grew closer, the medic's eyes began drifting over Jordan's body to locate the next injury to tend to. As he scrutinized the blond, he noticed him gazing towards the azure sky, muscles popping with the effects of swallowing. The subtle movements of his companion's muscles captured Malakai's gaze, fixating it and ceasing the bandaging. There was a handsome quality in it, displaying the lean muscles that Jordan possessed which reminded the ravenette of earlier. The man stationed in front of him was the definition of perfection.
Immediately after pondering it, the medic's face heated up as red coloured his cheeks, the bridge of his nose and even the tips of his ears. Accompanying the heat and redness was heart palpitations and irregular breathing created from nervousness. There were few occasions that Malakai became flustered over another man's appearance, yet, it never reached these incredible lengths whenever it occurred. The medic attempted to continue his task, bashfully glancing back at the bandages to continue accomplishing the task at hand. Pondering about the attractiveness of another man was a forbidden act considering the haunting words his mother left. Those horrible memories, the actions that occurred under the care of that woman and the concept of her inflicting those pains onto others.
With a shaky breath, the medic continued wrapping the gauze around the attractive man's knuckles. Malakai's attention returned to the conversation when Jordan gave an enthusiastic response towards the concept of potion making. The sudden excitement caught the bashful man off guard, causing him to tense in surprise. At the mentioning of the tree, the ravenette gave the poor creature a glance. The numerous battle wounds it possessed from what appeared to be years of being subjected to torment showed on its damaged surface.
"Well... I-I'm not the greatest at m-making them... I only know m-medical related ones really, b-better people can do just about anything... There are way better potion m-makers," he mumbled self-consciously."Um... Isn't there a s-s-safer way to train? ... One that d-doesn't involve h-hurting your knuckles?"
There was a soft tone to Malakai's voice in prayer that he could convince Jordan to change this reckless habit. Shortly, the medic's gaze returned to the blond, glancing over the various wounds with a concerned softness in his hazel eyes. Gradually, they trailed towards the freshly bandaged hand, the bashful man promptly finishing off the wrapping. The gauze was cut, followed by the meticulous taping of the fabric edging. Afterwards, the work was scrutinized by Malakai's watchful eyes as he analyzed the quality of his work and discovering satisfaction. He rose from the forest floor, his eyes flitting away from possible eye contact.
"Umm... Anywhere else you w-want me to look at?" Malakai asked quietly. "I-I understand if you w-want me to leave... you were tr-training and... I... uh... w-wouldn't want to dis-distract you."
The medical supplies remained on the grassy floor, quietly awaiting retrieval or further use while their owner's gaze drifted shyly towards them. There was something pulling Malakai to stay in this beautiful scene with the handsome man, almost as though a little voice insisted this was the correct path; as though fate's strings bound him to this destination.
[ Congrats~! It is really well done. c: Sorry if this one gets weird in certain instances, I had to leave it 2-3 times before continuing. ]
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The teen’s eyes focused all upon the calm scenery, and the feeling of everything under his exposed feet and hands. It was a scene worthy of being in a fairy tale from how gorgeous the small area was, with the golden light shining down through the trees and reflecting onto the two men settled amongst the middle. With his blue jacket hanging off a tree branch a few yards away (this one actually untouched) and same with his shoes and socks, Jordan looked more vulnerable than ever; especially with this strangers hands gently caressing his knuckles with bandages and gauze. Taking his free hand to push up the bulky glasses slowly sliding off of his face, the teen stared at the lips of the medic as they moved, a feeling washing over him that became harder to deny.
In reality, he could barely describe it. It was like a build up in his chest, a pit in his gut, and his heart doing some sort of fuckin’ jig that was really starting to get to him. Jordan could only feel annoyance about it as the 18-year-old tried his best to deny the inevitable. It was simply that this rather...adorable stranger just scared him! That was the only option. His anxiety must be making an unwanted appearance. Unlike the medic before him, whose appearance was really wanted, and very appreciated at that specific time.
His mind swirling with thoughts reminiscent of a tornado, Jordan attempted to dig his hand into his own knee and focus back into reality as he took Malakai’s word to heart, processing them slowly. Whenever his mind acted up like this, all the werewolf could do is suffer and try and come back to reality, and it was almost painful getting his focus back onto life instead of his wild thoughts and dreams. There was no denying that the teen was a vivid daydreamer, and a rather quick thinker.
“Awww come on Malakai. Don’t be so modest about it! Making potions in general is cool as fuck, especially if they are used to magically do some voodoo shit and help heal someone.” He paused, his energetic voice softening into a gentle rumble as Jordan ensured that blue gaze was staring straight into the hazel of his companion. “Who cares about other people anyway? Don’t compare yourself to others. It’s lame.”
There it was again. Those kind undertones that dominated over his rough voice, bringing down the energy into a sort of confirmed sincerity that Jordan simply described as ‘gay as hell’. It was a strange to feel it flow off his tongue every time he got deep with this...stranger. Confusion was one emotion that was becoming rather prominent in his mind at that moment, but he had to push it to the back of his mind to reminisce about later as the other male spoke again. This time, a scoff exited the teen’s throat, and a playful roll of his eyes was all he could do at such a humorous proposal.
“Technically, yes, but all the other types of training are lame.” Extending the length of the lame in exaggeration, the almost permanent grin returned to Jordan’s features. “But, if you stick around enough, maybe I’ll consider calming it down for awhile.” He finished the statement with a simple wink and smirk, waiting for the medic’s cheeks to flush in that cute red tint again.
Jordan stayed silent for a few more moments, his blue gaze watching as Malakai completed his wrapping and even began to stand up. The hunter briefly froze up as disappointment panged in his stomach. He really didn’t want his companion to go; this had been the best conversation and interaction he had had in a long time. It seemed special, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, and Jordan didn’t want it to end. With a sigh, the 18-year-old pushed himself up as well, before pausing as Malakai spoke again. The poor teen’s cheeks flushed uncontrollably at the innuendos speeding through his head, but with a shake of his head to clear his thoughts - and solidify his answer - Jordan just grinned.
“Not anywhere right now, no. I don’t have anymore open wounds, yet.” Squinting his blue eyes, the hunter continued. “I’d rather you not leave, since you’re the best company I’ve had in awhile. And, I thought Mr. Doctor said I had to calm it down with the training? Hm?”
With a smartass smirk settled on his features, Jordan took a few steps forward, before smoothly going around the medic and continuing his stride forward another 2 yards. Coming to a stop, the male plopped down onto the grass, his legs firmling in criss-cross-applesauce position. With a quirk of his eyebrow, Jordan stared at the other male, waiting to see his reaction.
A serenity was settled onto nature, but provided no comfort to Malakai as he remained in the blond's presence. There were peculiar vibes radiating from this handsome man who had required his medical expertise. The passing seconds appeared constantly occupied with a pounding heart rate, intensely warm face and the red that infected his cheeks. These feelings were foreign, yet, there was a vague familiarity in the description of how his body reacted to Jordan's presence. Where had he read about this before? The numerous medical books that adorned the basement bookshelves appeared to be the most probable culprit of this mild familiarity. Considering the various individuals the medic was expected to handle during work hours, there was possibility in acquiring illness; certainly that was the reasoning. Although, a mysterious force rebuked against the notion, insisting towards significance in his acquaintance.
It was odd to discover importance in a stranger, and the bashful man could not comprehend the verdict. This transcending of emotions was complex and a swirling of joyfulness, anxiety and self-consciousness. Those nervous insecurities outweighed the happiness, making it a simple task for Malakai to submit to the tormenting emotions. When Jordan began insisting against his modest attitude towards potion making, the ravenette's eyes quickly glanced towards his face. Listening to the compliment had caused the pace of his heart to increase, but the final remark made it skip. The softness in the blond's tone alongside the eyes contact caused the medic to hastily glance away as he attempted to ponder a defense for his self-conscious thoughts. The perfectionist inside constantly insisted that mistakes were incorrect, furthering the concept to working hard in order to be on par with his peers. Although, the medic always found difficulty in believing he could do anything correctly despite the various examples displayed in his medical ventures.
"... B-but... I... I..." He began, a flinch crossing his expression from the pathetic starting. Speech transitioned to a mumble in a quiet tone. "A-aren't I suppose to try t-to be perfect? B-besides... I don't do a-anything right..."
The justification for his remarks were based around his absurd requirement for displaying his intense lacking in self-confidence. The scars of the traumatic experience while living with his mother were evident in his incredibly low self-esteem. Perfection was a necessity in his mother's eyes, resulted in her deciding to berate his mistakes which furthered in her discovery of his sexuality. The mere thought caused a tremble to enter Malakai's body momentarily, the bashful man immediately pushing the horrible memories away. Gradually, he returned to the situation to listen to Jordan's comment. The initial causing a tiny grin to play across his lips until the later brought surprise. Red painted itself across the medic's face, bright and warm. The wink accompanied by the smirk made the redness intensify, bringing the colour to the tops of Malakai's ears and forcing him to glance away shyly. Responding became extremely difficult because of the remark, the ravenette attempting to rush through possible sentencing while discarding any that were viewed as inadequate.
"Um... y-you really want m-me around?" He started, nervousness claiming his tone. "I-I wouldn't m-mind..."
A sheepish smile managed to crawl onto Malakai's face, although, it remained rather awkward. Secretly, the medic was desiring a method to hide his reddened face from the handsome blond despite how pointless the accomplishment would be; Jordan had probably noticed his blushing multiple times. Bashfully, his eyes flitted towards Jordan, noticing those attractive features and shortly the flushed cheeks, causing the medic's hazel eyes to linger. Witnessing the blond blushing was adorable, making it tough for Malakai to pry his gaze. When the grin arrived and the answer provided, the medic quietly bent down to retrieve his medical supplies and return them to the satchel, although, hesitated when the stranger continued. Jordan had stated he did not desire for him to leave, which caused his fluster intensify. The blush was maintained to the highest degree, his face feeling as though it literally caught fire and his heart continued dancing around his chest as though the apocalypse would arrive soon.
Once he managed to return the supplies to his bag, Malakai stood and turned towards the attractive blond sitting cross-legged on the grassy floor. Merely glancing over the man's beauty was generating desires to remain in his presence. Hesitantly, the medic retrieved his bag from the ground and slowly made his way closer where he settled himself silently beside the blond.
"Um... okay," he squeaked out.
Redness accompanied by heat encompassed his face as a result of the embarrassing squeak, causing Malakai to glance away. For a few moments, the medic remained silent, finding speaking difficult as a result of bashfulness. There were several moments where he craved social adeptness, but currently he desired it more than ever.
"... Uh... do you l-like the for-forest?"
The question was asked nervously as an attempt to discover a topic of conversation. While he inquired the stranger, Malakai's hazel eyes searched through the trees, almost as though they could provide him social support.
Jordan's entire body softened as he stared at the precious man in front of him as he stuttered out his sentences. Hearing his sentence on how he should be perfect almost made him flinch, but Jordan knew in that moment that he had to be supportive. The 18-year-old completely understood where Malakai was coming from, since he had suffered from wanting to be perfect in the eyes of everybody for years. Even after all of his blow ups and clashes with his family and friends, he couldn't repress his need to be perfect. And when he reached forward to softly put a hand on the medic's shoulder, he couldn't help but spew out advice that he had wanted to follow for years. "Malakai, you don't have to be perfect. Humans and alike are dumb and imperfect, and you shouldn't try so hard to hold yourself to such a high standard. You're as close to perfect as you can be right now, as you are." Jordan muttered softly, another small smile crawling onto his face as he tried his best to comfort the medic. He knew that it would take a lot more than just one little pep talk to help, but Jordan had to try.
Pulling that hand away, the blond watched with a smirk at Malakia's reaction to his comment, his thoughts running wild at the little smile that appeared on the medic's face. 'C..ute.' Jordan thought to himself as another blush welled up across his cheeks, as much as he tried to stop it. How could he help it when this adorable man was before him, and being so...stupidly adorable. And then how Malakai stuttered out his response with his face still bright as a tomato...Jordan truly didn't know how to deal with the sight before him. With the soft breeze, the perfect trees, and the sunlight crashing down on the two boys. It didn't help that the boy before him made his heart race with how handsome he was, and that his belly kept doing stupid jumping jacks.
"Of course I want you around, dummy. I enjoy your company." The blonde spoke rather proudly, so Malakai would know that he meant each word. He couldn't think about better company in that moment.
With that, Jordan made his way to his little calm spot in the middle of the clearing. Softly, the blonde ran his fingers across the smooth grass, and briefly closed his eyes to take in the smell around them. With a deep breath, he could smell it all: the flower buds beginning to bloom, the small woodland animals rushing around, the smell of clean, spring grass. He could especially smell the sweet scent of his companion, which, once noticed, seemed to overpower everything as he focused on it. The soft smell of light cologne and nice bodywash...cute. A distant smile curled up the corners of Jordan's lips as he lifted the lids of his eyes, his gaze just catching onto Malakai making his way over. With another big smile, Jordan gently tugged at Malakai's wrist and placed it on the ground.
"Feel how soft the grass is now. It's so much better from that brittle and stupid shit that it was during winter." The blond chuckled, waiting for the medic's mess of a response.
At Malaki's question, Jordan's entire body perked up at just the thought. Ever since he was little, the blond had loved to roam around in the woods with his family, and it had been where he trained ever since he found out about what he really was. Even in that moment, the forest swaying around them gave Jordan such comfort that it was reminiscent of a mother's hug.
"I adore the forest. I spend so much of my time out here it's insane." With that sentence, his eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he was a child.
Suffering the necessity of perfection constantly resulted in moments of harsh self-opinions for Malakai, all possessing the sinister voice of his abusive mother. Perfection was required, anything lower was merely sub-par and abhorrent; punishable by severe scolding for the ignorance. Prior to the abusive relationship his mother had informed of the necessity; the time when affection and love were provided instead of fearful glances and vicious attacks. Obviously, his mother would have been truthful during those days, right? Those were the moments when she loved him because he was her son. The soft hand that settled on his shoulder earned the medic's attention, his hazel eyes fixating on Jordan's adorable face. There was tenderness discovered in the words as his acquaintance insisted against Malakai's notion, giving practicality to argue. While the bespectacled man remained unprepared to give up on the concepts of perfection, the words were touching.
Within Malakai's chest, his heart fluttered wildly from the words while he was left completely speechless; he lacked a defense. There was a certain divinity to Jordan's words, superior to the medic's father and anybody else who informed him of the details which left him stunned. It almost appeared that the blond's opinion was beyond their's, like his approval was significant compared to others. The bashful man's eyes had lingered on Jordan's face and when the smile entered his companion's lips, red hastily coloured Malakai's cheeks. There was a quality of adorableness in witnessing the blond smile which kept a heavy blood flow through the usually pale cheeks of the medic. At intervals of their interaction, Malakai swore he was nearing a heart attack with the palpitations of his heart and the strange reactions his body and mind possessed around this acquaintance. The reasoning for this was beyond the medic, but he craved the knowledge.
The comment about enjoying his company increased the effects, allowing for the red to consume the bashful man's face. This attractive man may become his death with the persistent heart flutters and the feeling of fire spreading across his face. Even sitting beside Jordan generated feelings of anxiety, excitement with a peculiar mingling of joy. Extensive breaths acted as Malakai's method to calm his rampant nerves.
"... Th-th-thank-you for... what y-you said earlier..." Malakai softly mumbled, referring to the insisted against the necessity of perfection.
The response was late, but the medic felt it was obligatory to state. The calmness of the general scenery around them allowed for Malakai to gradually enter a state of comfort in the situation. Birds chirped their songs, animals quietly roamed the underbrush and the careful swaying of leaves in the subtle breeze. Unexpectedly, the bashful man felt Jordan's long, slender fingers wrap gently around his wrist, guiding his hand towards the soft grass. The action brought the return of the bashful emotions, alongside a softness to Malakai's expression at the details that the blond noticed in nature. It was truthfully admirable, especially since nobody displayed an incredible attention to detail to show him the softness in fresh spring grass.
"... It really is," he responded quietly.
The medic's hazel eyes remained fixated on the grass, surprised by the feeling of it brushing against his hand. After he asked his inquiry about Jordan's opinion of nature, Malakai's eyes gradually returned to the man, noticing the perking towards being asked. The action warmed the bespectacled man's heart since witnessing it was incredible and suggested and enjoyment for forested areas; maybe they could walk together some day. Attentively, Malakai watched and listened to Jordan, evening managing to notice the exited glimmer that entered his eyes. Once again, a series of palpitations entered the medic's heart from merely observing. Bashfully, the ravennette glanced away, concerned that his eyes would linger on his company for too long.
"I-i-i see," he responded nervously. "... Um... m-maybe w-w-we could walk to-together... sometime?"
The words arrived in an anxious squeak, the medic unable to even maintain eye contact while asking. Extending the amount of time he could spend with Jordan was becoming vital, or at least as the assistance of these peculiar feelings that transcended over Malakai. There was still that sense of being pulled towards the blond, almost as though a strong gravity kept the bespectacled man close, refusing notions of leaving unless asked or required.
Being with Malakai really soothed all the mess that wrecked Jordan's heart and mind. At any other time, he would be more focused on the chance to do more training, or getting back to work - he was a major workaholic for a reason - but, for once, all his focus was simply placed in the man right in front of him. The adorable ravenette medic that kept blushing and stuttering. The same man who made the blond's heart race with seemingly no end, which felt...amazing. If it were any other person or place, Jordan would just assume it was some stupid chance, and it was simply his pesky anxiety getting the best of him. But, Jordan couldn't help but know that this was finally something different. He loved it.
At the soft voice that broke the air, another smile pulled up on Jordan's lips. "Of course Malakai. it's obvious you needed to hear it." This entire interaction had left the blond with a constant smile on his face, and this was no different. He confidently smiled as he muttered the sentence, giving the other man another soft pat in comfort. So much sincerity was infused in his words that he really hoped that they reached deep inside the other man, and helped him embrace the fact he was lovely.
His rather risky action only made Jordan happier as Malakai agreed with him, another smile tugging up on his lips. And, the simple contact with the other man's skin made a blush dust over his cheeks, an almost child-like excitement bubbling in him as the werewolf began running his fingers through the grass himself, every so often accidentally brushing against Malakai's hands. Accidentally was a term used very, very lightly - each touch was very enjoyed by Jordan, and nearly intentional. But, he had to push it off like it was accidental, a sheepish smile was from each touch.
Hearing the offer from the other man actually shocked the werewolf, his own heart beginning to beat faster than ever. It felt like his chest was gonna explode as a red tint covered his entire face. "I...would love that, a lot, Malakai." His voice took on another soft, embarrassed tone as he looked at the ground, the werewolf trying his very best to push past his overwhelming emotions. Yet again, Jordan ran his fingers through the soft, green grass, and brushed them against his dark-haired companion's hand. Except this time, the blond kept his fingers stationed there far longer than usual, letting the feeling of his skin really sink in.
"When...do you wanna come back here, and uh...walk around...?" The question left Jordan as anxiety rocked through him, another unbearable weight of emotions coursing through him. He could only hope that the other man could reciprocate it in some manner.
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