Zhoron’s POV

I return my mind to the papers sitting atop my chest. I should not have put them there. I did not need to, but I was too worn to deny myself their warmth. Even if their traces barely lingered.

Eying the horizon, I wait as long as I can stew in my cowardice before I sink my hand in between the folds of my shirt, and free the torture I have bestowed upon myself.

I had found them without looking and without magic. Had only walked into his room and taken them from beneath his pillow. A poor hiding place.

Perhaps, because he was not truly trying to hide it.

Perhaps, because he knew I was culled enough to not require it.

Holding the papers taut, I take the breath I need before I finally open them and face what waits inside.

It is a set of scribblings, made with thin ink that is spread wider where Jacob’s heavy hand calls for it. I do not know how I can tell their writing apart, how I know in my soul that the thick one is Jacob’s and the light, breathy one is Colson’s, but I can, and it hurts for some reason.

The only thing that hurts more is what their writings say.

Zhoron likes us. We like him. 

Get him to feel good around us.

What do you have in mind? 

I’m thinking we spend the day around here, and really treat him extra special, and then maybe in the evening, if we’re lucky, we can convince him to take us to one of his favourite spots.

You think he’d share that with us?

I’ll follow your lead.

You know how best to get on his good side.

Alright. Operation Charm Zhoron starts now.

I stare at the words, at the plot— their ‘operation’— until my eyes burn and my frothing mind aches. I read them ten times over and then ten times more when each study dangles me between rapture and despair.

There were kind words to be found. Bright, meaningful words that tried to breathe enough hope into me to send me back to their side, but then there were others.

There was an ‘operation’.

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ZHORON NOOOOOOOOOO 😭 BABY STOP THINKING THE WORSE!

Thoughts??????????

Thoughts on this little snippet?? On the hint of angst to come from our Nyphilim??/

Some of yall predicted this so maybe it doesn’t hurt to bad, but what’s to come definitely will hehe

Will be out late tomorrow! Thank you all for your patience!

Love you all,
Tippy