I end up waiting in the room while Zack and Marvin talk, I don't even want to THINK about what they're discussing. I heard a bit, and I really wish I hadn't...
I sit on the bed, staring down nervously. I twist my hands together for a bit before grabbing the hem of the cloak and tugging it tightly around me.
I slowly sniff the fabric, smiling as I realize it smells like leather and mint. I pull the soft fabric further around my shoulders, ignoring the painful scratches on my arms, sides, and legs. I curl up slightly, before turning to go crawl under the covers, wrapping myself up in the cloak. I slowly yawn, my eyes drifting shut.
"Wake up [F/N]!" a sharp voice snaps, and someone's shaking me. My eyes slowly open,
"Huh?" I ask sleepily. Zack's pissed off face slowly comes into focus. My eyes widen, and I shoot upright.
"Get the hell up," he growls, standing up. I slowly stand, nervous.
"There's ointment and stuff in the bathroom. Go wash up and get bandaged," Zack snarls, pointing toward a door. I nod before quickly going through the door.
There are ointment and bandages, I smile slightly.
I close the door and fill the bathtub before quickly pulling off the cloak and folding it neatly, as well as my torn clothes. I then slowly dip into the warm water with a long sigh,
"Ahhh," I sigh, my eyes closing as my muscles relax. I then flinch slightly as my cut arms slide into the warmth. I then grab the ointment and slowly rub it into the cuts, biting my bottom lip in pain. I finish after a few painful minutes. I then wash my hair and drain the water.
I stand up, rubbing off the water before binding the worst of the cuts.
I move to grab my clothes and a knock sounds on the door,
"Hey. I've got some clothes for you if you're done," I hear Zack grumble,
"Y-Yeah," I stumble. I open the door slightly, reaching my hand out, a small bundle of clothes is shoved into my arms. I quickly slam the door closed before pulling on the soft, fresh clothes.
I let out another sigh as the warm, leather-mint smelling clothes slide on. I then pull the cloak around my shoulders again. My wet hair hangs down my shoulders (or wherever your hair goes down to) in wet strands. I open the door,
"Sorry I took so long," I say softly, pulling the cloak closer around me. Zack just nods.
"It's fine. Go get some sleep. We move out in the morning," he growls, laying down on the couch.
"Do you ever just say anything?" I ask softly, his eyes open, glaring toward me.
"Excuse me?" he growls,
"I just mean you're always angry," I tell him with a small shrug, "Night," I add, crawling under the covers of the bed with another small yawn. Why am I so tired...?
My eyes drift closed.
I wake up to the faint sunlike slanting through the tiny window.
I slowly sit up, sliding out from under the covers. I slowly cross to Zack's sleeping form. He still looks guarded, but a lot less angry.
I smile slightly. He's kinda adorable like this... He lets out a soft snore, turning slightly so his black bangs flop into his face. Aw! UwU
I quickly brush them out of his eyes before drifting toward the kitchen. I search through everything, before finding that there's no food. I sigh as my stomach grumbles for food.
"You're hungry," a voice says, almost worriedly.
"EEEP!" I yelp, jerking around. Zack's standing now, his scythe slung over his shoulder again. "O-Oh, umm, yeah. A bit," I whisper nervously.
"I'll get some food. Stay here," he growls, well... he's definitely himself. I smile slightly,
"Thanks," I say quietly just before he walks out, the door slamming behind him.
I go sit on the bed again, looking up at the ceiling. I let out a soft sigh. I... I want to change my kingdom. For the better.
I let out another long sigh, but I don't quite know what my people want. Even what they need...
The door opens again, and I sit up, Zack hands me a plate of food.
"Thanks!" I tell him with a large smile,
"Well I can't exactly have you starving to death," he grumbles angrily. I take a happy bite.
"What's happening today?" I ask him,
"I am going to do a...," he stops for a second, "mission," he finally settles on, "you are going to stay here," he adds with a growl. I sigh softly,
"You said I had to be helpful. How can I be helpful when I can't even leave this room?" I ask, and he gives me a sharp glare. He crosses over to me, towering over me darkly. His hand wraps tightly around my arm, dragging me toward him, his oddly colored eyes burning into mine.
"YOU ARE GOING TO STAY HERE," he snarls. "Do you understand," he asks coldly.
"Y-yes," I mumble. He lets go, and slams the door on his way out. I glare at the door.
I then sigh, waiting for a minute before sneaking out. I go straight to the stables to visit the bay. I giggle as she immediately nuzzles me with her nose.
"Hey there sweet thing," I tell her, gently petting her.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" a sharp voice shouts, I flinch. Shit... A moment later, Zack grabs my arm, "I told you to stay in the damn room!" he shouts, I see more than a few stable hands hide.
"Umm," I desperately search for an answer. I decide on the truth. "I wanted to see her," I say softly, petting the horse. She nuzzles my cheek, and I giggle slightly, "See? She loves me," I say with a grin, nuzzling into her soft coat. She nibbles at my hair. I giggle again, gently unwinding my hair from her teeth. I hear Zack's long, annoyed, sigh.
"Get the hell away from my horse," he grumbles, moving toward me. I give her a soft peck on the nose before allowing Zack to tug me away. "You can wander around," he mumbles, "As long as you take this," he handes me a long, pretty, new knife.
"Umm, okay," I concede, better than staying in the room all day. I take the blade. "Thanks?" I add, he just sighs,
"Don't get yourself killed," he grumbles, flinging open the bay's stall, and a moment later, he's taken the horse and is gone.
"I won't," I mumble softly,
"Um, if you don't mind my askin' miss," a soft voice stumbles, I turn toward one of the younger stable hands. "But how d'you deal with that mister with the stick-blade thing?" he asks,
"It's called a scythe," I tell him gently,
"Scythe..." he repeats, "scythe," he repeats again.
"About your earlier question, I mostly just try to stay out of his way. He can be a bit..." I search for the right word, "scary," I settle on, "but he saved my life. So I can deal with it," I finish with a smile.
