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Growing up

They changed my day off for this week so thinking and writing during break time.

Stag

Up to the age of four, Thaler and his twin grew up in a building controlled by the gang their mother was part of. He spent his early childhood playing with his many “cousins” and being cared for by his “uncles” and “aunts”. It all came to an end when he and his twin were kidnapped by a cult of blood druids.

He would not see his mother again until ten years later.

The Dagger

Dagmar was born and raised in a religious community living off the land. As the only elf, she spent most of her childhood in the temple rather than playing with her peers, before being quickly forgotten by the priestess when another young elf with magical abilities joined the community.

Not wanting to spend her life raising sheep, and having lost her only friend to an epidemic, she left for the capital city at the age of 21.

Marcus

He was the only child of two human parents who loved him dearly until his tusks began to grow. Abandoned at the age of thirteen, he ended up in a children's home with only the clothes on his back. As he neared his majority, he realised that his future would be on the streets unless he could find a solution.

And that solution was a five-year contract in the army.

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Cat Got In

Characters: Marcus & Dagmar - Words: ~1100

Third floor. Turn the key. Push the door. Stop mid-step when ears pick some noises. Someone’s inside, puking.

Oh, come on...

It’s her. The chiphead. And wasted? Fuck me. Can’t help but sigh. Tired already. Motivation’s gripping the doormat. Wanna turn around and leave. Clubs are still open. Plenty of choice. Could grab a drink. Pills. Someone.

Wait, no, supposed to lay low.

Fuck it. Step in. Slam door. Lights stay off, don’t need them. Drop the tool bag on the floor, loud. Will clean the blood later. Jacket on the coat rack. Swaps shoes for slippers. Night's fucked, better get comfy.

More vomiting? At least it’s from the bathroom.

Go to roll up shirt’s sleeves. Pause. Take it off altogether. Fold and leave it on a chair in the kitchenette. Finally notice the open window. Girl can’t use a door, heh? At least she didn't smash it this time. Get closer. Take a look. No, fuck her, lock’s busted, gonna need to change it.

Now I’m pissed.

Storm to the bathroom. Reeks of alcohol and bile in here. Flick the lights on to make an entrance. Kinda dumb. Get blinded and groan. But not as much as the mess on the ground.

— The hell you doing here?

Ass on the floor, head on the toilet bowl, the elf is heaving. Can’t see her face, hidden by long platinum hair. The only answer she gives is a raised middle finger. Weighting between throwing her out the door or the window when she starts retching again.

Rush to get her on her knees. Make sure whatever is getting out doesn’t land on the floor. Tiles are a bitch to clean. Pull her soiled hair out of the way. Hands get dirty. Don’t care, they've seen worse tonight already. Can’t let go of the elf or else she falls. No more strength? Wonder how she climbed up here. But girl does look like shit. Her plastic skin's all scratched and busted.

— Drank too much?

Looks obvious, but need to be sure.

— Y-yeah...

— Why?

Pause. Then a weak laugh.

— To forget your ugly ass.

Eh. Classic cunt. Would smile, but something's different. She sounds… She sounds sad?

Crouch next to her. Don’t let go. Force her optics to meet eyes. Finally see her face. Plastic’s busted there too. Even got some blood. Hers. Sight makes the brain go numb. Feel chest filling up with anger. Wait, no. Not anger. Concern?

Shit. Getting soft with her. But hey, can’t hurt to be nicer, right?

— What happened, babe?

Girl presses her lips. Doesn’t want to talk about it. Shame in her eyes. Tries to look away. But hold on her chin is firm. She blinks like mad. Big fat tears still roll down her cheeks. A sob brings out the snot.

Damn.

Hurts to see that. Pull her closer. Sobs get louder. Big arms tight around her thin frame. Girl's crying on what’s closest to a friendly shoulder. Gripping an ork’s t-shirt like her life depends on it. And her claws fucking hurts ! Shouldn’t have given her the idea. But her chrome’s a fucking piece of art. Wanted her to be more perfect.

— Shh. Shh, it’s alright, I’m… here.

Feels strange to say that. Clumsy. Not good with people. Only good at offing them.

— Did… someone hurt you?

— Huh? No?

Gently push her away, hands firm on her shoulder. She lets go to swipe her nose. 

— What then? You look like shit.

— I got drunk, okay? Then I tried to leave but I... I fell down the stairs.

— The stairs? At the club?

A nod. Then more sobbing. Pull her close again. Not before eyes do a roll tho. Can’t fucking believe it. Know exactly which stairs she's talking about. The ones at Sue's, for the private bar. Clubbers got their back to it. But runners… Shit, whole city’s shadows must've seen her. Girl’s rep is in shambles! Not that it was that good anyway. And without one, nobody’s gonna work with her.

Nobody but me.

— I’m never gonna get rid of you, am I?

Get shoved away. Have to let go. Drunk idiot falls on her ass. Optics scream bloody murder. Girl's done crying.

— Fuck you, Marcus!

— Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, Gaby.

Stare at each other, long. Her anger fades. She looks away. Good. Don’t feel like arguing.

— I fucked up. Should have come with you.

Grab a towel and hand it to her.

— Yup.

Asked her. Insisted. Would have made the job easier. Would have kept her reputation intact. Didn’t even mind sharing the money. But the miss decided to go drink instead. Unsupervised.

Fucking dumbass.

Knees protest when getting up. Back pops when standing straight. Will need to lie down soon. Fucking exhausted. Rinse hands. Grab a goblet on the sink, fill it with tap water. Hand it to her. Remember first question.

— So, why were you drinking?

— Because I’m fucking sad and lonely, that's why.

She looks away. Topic’s over. Watch her drink. Still, think her words over. Want to help. But don’t know how. What do people do when sad? What do I do? Blurt out first thing that comes to mind.

— Want me to fuck your brain out?

She chokes. Water lands on tiles. And coughs.

Yeah, shut up Marcus.

— I said lonely, not horny.

Fair. Not in the mood for that anyway. Not my type of girl too. Take the goblet back when she’s done. Flush the toilets. Help her get on her feet. Why she so fucking tall? Have to look up now. She leans in. Forehead against forehead. Plastic’s cold. Her breath stinks. Skinny arms go around broad shoulders. Puts all her weight on me. Bitch. Still, let her. Don’t care being so close. Kinda like it. Notice all the wrinkles on her dress. Hands already pulling at the red fabric to smooth it out. Hear her laugh. She sounds tired.

— Wanna go on the couch?

She nods. Let go of the dress and grab her around the waist. Lift. Her feet barely leave the ground. Fucking giant. Can’t help but smile a little. She's heavier. Girl is putting on some more weight. Good. Can still remember how bony she used to be.

Leave the bathroom. Drop her on the couch. Grab her dress and pull it off her. Thing fucking stinks. Princess complaining about the low temperature. Shouldn't have broken the window. Go to the drawer. Throw her an old ass t-shirt three times too big. Will have to do. Have to help her get her boots off. Feeling like a damn babysitter. Except the baby's probably older than me. But when all is done? Finally lay down. Have to push her a bit. Whole body relaxes. Eyes close immediately. Feel her move to cover us with the old plaid. Nuzzling against me like I’m some kind of pillow.

— Thank you, Marcus.

Her voice’s a whisper. Did she really say that? Can only grunt in return. More tired than expected. Dozing off already. Last thing I feel is a kiss on the cheek.

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Summer Night

Characters: Stag & Dagmar - Words: ~500

The windows are open. It’s a last attempt to get the studio under the roof cooler. But with the rain pouring down, the shutters have to be closed.

If there's any fresh air outside, it's barely getting in.

Lying on the mattress on the floor, Thaler has given up on sleep. The heat inside is just unbearable. He could be watching a night show to pass time, revising, or better yet, taking a cold shower but…

The elf beside him sleeps.

Lucky girl.

She crashed at his place when the sun went down. Helped him finish the remaining leftovers he had. Didn't ask of course.

She never does.

��What's yours is mine’ kind of girl.

He glances at her and his gaze lingers on the chrome decorating her back, then the hollow between her neck and shoulder. He licks his lips without even realising.

Maybe he could wake her up with a kiss there. They are both naked already. It would be more interesting than waiting for the sun to rise.

But it’s too damn hot for any of that.

With a sigh, he peels his eyes off her and goes back at staring at the wooden beams of the ceiling.

Until he notices a strange sound.

Untz-untz-untz-untz...

Something far away, probably carried by the wind. It takes him a moment before he recognises the characteristic rhythm of electronic music. Heavy bass that would make him stomp the ground.

Must be midnight.

The hour when nightclubs open their doors. And when troubles begin.

He frowns. He'd rather be out there than sweating in the dark. So he closes his eyes. Focuses on the music. Trying to guess if it’s from his side of the river.

And holds back a laugh when he recalls his last time at a club.

He immediately stills when the elf next to him shifts and mumbles something.

An insult, probably.

He glances at his friend's back again. Unlike him, the heat doesn't bother her. Falling asleep wasn't a problem. Never is. But she is a light sleeper.

Outside, the rain eases a little.

The music seems louder.

Untz-untz-untz-untz…

— Hey, Gaby, he whispers. You asleep?

He hears her take a deep breath through her nose. Then sigh loudly.

— Yes, Stag. I was.

Ah.

— Sorry.

Dumbass. Should have stayed quiet.

She yawns and stretches. Then turns onto her back, rubbing her eyes. He closes his, expects a nasty comment and flinches when her hand falls back on the mattress next to his head. But nothing. He takes a peek and sees her staring at the ceiling.

Listening to the music.

Then she turns her head to him. So close he can see the brand of her optics.

— You up for some dancing?

Twenty minutes later, they are running in the rain, laughing and screaming. The water is ice cold, but not unpleasant after the last scorching days.

With a bit of luck, they'll catch the last night bus that will take them to the quays.

To the club and its bass that can be heard from afar.

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Marcus - 👑💎

Rune - 🏆💢

Dag - 🧸©️

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Marcus - 

👑 Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years

Marcus was raised by his parents until the age of 13. Then, when they abandoned him, he ended up in a children's home. In there he was invited by the other ork kids to stick with them. They never were friends, he doesn’t even remember their names, but with them he learned how to fit in a group. How to be funny, how to be intimidating, how to survive social interactions.

That, a pretty face, and being good at pretending is why he always takes the lead in a group now.

💎 Chosen family 

That would be Caroline. Marcus wasn't interested in his boss's weird pet/secretary, but when he realized how useful she could be he asked to have her on his team. He didn't seek her affection, but as he was like, attentive to her well-being, giving her scratches and having normal conversation with her, she came to appreciate him. And with time, Marcus will slowly become attached to her too, forgetting that she is an animal and acting like a big brother protecting an awkward little sister.

Rune - 

🏆 Best friends (past, current or future)

Currently that would be Deep-Fry! It did start off bad with Deep stealing RUNE’s bike (and contreband) and then RUNE getting Deep shanghaied but now they’re inseparable like the fingers of the hand! You want to work with the tall and quiet one? The small and talkative one comes too.

💢 Person they can't stand

RUNE is a chill person. Their best friend is a little shithead who gets them into trouble all the time but this ork here. Stays. Calm. Dagmar, however! She’s rude, stubborn, petty and jealous and it’s like she is able to push all of RUNE’s buttons with one word. Arguments are daily, fights are common and defenestration did happen twice already. The only reason RUNE hasn't broken Dagmar’s neck yet is because the elf has dermal plating and titanium bones.

Dag - 

🧸 Childhood friends

Fun fact: Dag was already an ass when she was little (she's stubborn, a liar and a sore loser). She would play with the other kids from her community, but they would get quickly fed up with her and push her away. There was one other kid who would never tire from her tho and that was Soren. The two girls would spend their time getting in trouble, fighting the other kids, hiding mices in boots, or skipping farm work to go fishing instead. They would also fight each other but everything was forgotten the next day. As they grew up they would dream of leaving for the city, together. 

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More!!!

Stag 3, 34

Marcus 19, 57

Dagmar 46, 49

Stag

[3] What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

Anger. It takes a lot to get him there (mix of being too sweet, a cry baby, and not understanding social clues) so it’s not an emotion that happens often. Before he would just leave and go throw rocks at a wall somewhere, but his current work environment and mentor spirit are making him worse. Now you’re more at risk of him stabbing your hand on a table.

[34] Do they have vices they don't want others to know about?

Don’t tell him mom but he’s a party boy and drugs are fun for him *clown emoji*

Marcus 

[19] If they could change one thing about their past, what would they change?

Hiding his growing tusks instead of showing them to his mom as a teen. He was born to human parents, and they simply abandoned him the same day they realized he wasn’t like them. It would have avoided him the children home and then the army, even if it meant mutilating himself to stay safe.

[57] What was the most stupid or dangerous thing they have ever done?

Fist fighting a ghoul while drunk outside of a bar. It’s a miracle he didn’t get infected. He even won!

Dagmar

[46] Would they rather dress to look attractive or to feel comfortable, and what would they never wear?

She would rather not dress at all (naked life 4 ever!) but if she has to choose then it’s comfortable. And that means a good pair of boots, jeans, and t-shirts/tank tops. Stolen if possible. 

Something she would never wear would be corporate wear. She spent 20 years in an office wearing uncomfortable clothes and shoes. Never again!

[49] Do they possess any unexpected skill or knowledge that surprises others, and otherwise, what is something anyone would assume they know or can do, but in fact they don’t?

She's a farm girl raised in an isolated community. Growing crops, tending livestock, fishing and hunting, you get it. She’s a bit rusty, but there are some things you never forget. She never talks about herself so it’s always a surprise when she brings in fresh fish, chickens or game and starts to prepare it.

Everyone thinks she can drive. Her team members, however, know she's more likely to hit a wall than do 10 meters.

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A Date

Around 1100 words.

Sex happens but nothing explicit.

Put her things in a bin bag. Not much. Couple of clothes. A toothbrush. Then drop it outside the front door. She's gone now. Fuck you, Stinky.

Need a shower.

Alone with my thoughts. Keep remembering our fight. Need to stop. Turn off the light. Lean against the tiles. Close my eyes. Focus on the cold water. The sound. How it feels on my skin. Boring. Touch myself a bit. End up more frustrated than anything.

Need company.

Grab my phone when I'm out and drying off. Check this month’s new number. Marion… From the bar, right? Doesn't matter. Send a text. Get dressed. Weather is hell so shorts and tank top it is. Get a reply. She's good with going out for a coffee in an hour.

Perfect.

Go check my face. See the bruise. Ignore it. Sunglasses will do. Trim the goatee. Brush my tusks. Ready to go.

Meet her at Pey Berland at the tram station. Shit. Forgot she was a dwarf. Or maybe I remembered the wrong girl. Who cares? She has a nice smile and pretty green optics. Love her dress.

Her name's actually Marie.

We grab a coffee in a café in front of the cathedral. Sun's way too hot but there's no more chairs inside. On the covered terraces we go. The shade is a small comfort. We chit-chat. She's telling me about her life. Don't really care but I still pay attention. She works in a small boutique. Selling lingerie on Saint Catherine Avenue. See exactly where.

She asks about me. Decide to be honest. More or less. Tell her I'm a bouncer in a club. She laughs, nods, and asks to see the bruise I'm hiding badly. Take the sunglasses off. She compliments my eyes. I smile. She's cute.

The afternoon goes on. We order other drinks. Lemonade for her. Water for me. Don't see the time pass. End up enjoying her company. Wouldn't mind seeing her again.

Getting hungry though. Realise I skipped lunch with how angry I was. Check my watch. A bit more than 4pm. Don't wanna leave her. But everything has an end. She must sense it. Out of the blue asks what I'm doing tonight. Says we could have dinner together. Tell her about a nice little restaurant not too far away. Says she wants me to cook.

Oh.

Did say I wasn't half bad.

We leave the café. Walk through the neighbourhood to get to a grocery store. Switch sidewalks to stay in the shade as much as possible. Short break for her to spray sunscreen on the both of us. My shaved head gets extra attention. How nice.

The AC in the shop is too damn cold. Best way to get sick. Quickly grab some real salmon and pasta. Checking out for soy every time is a pain but no choice. She smiles. Thinks I'm fancy. Tell her I’m allergic. Got some cream left in the fridge. Parsley on the windowsill. Wine in the cellar. Don't need to buy much. Still cost a small fortune.

The lady offers to pay. Thanks, but no. I'm a strong and independent man. She laughs. Makes me feel good.

We arrive at my address. Show her the building. And my door in the piss alley. Type the code. Climb the stairs. She stops to admire the little courtyard. They always do. Historic buildings are full of surprises. Get to the third floor. Bin bag's still here. Turn the keys. Close the door behind her.

We're in.

And the flat feels cool!

Swap shoes for slippers. Lead her to the living room. Turn around to offer a glass of water. Her dress's already on the floor in the hall.

Ah.

Would drop the bags if food wasn't so expensive. Rush to the kitchenette to throw them in the fridge. Her laughter resonates on the high ceiling. She keeps laughing when I throw her on the couch. Bedroom's too personal. Quiets down when I start taking care of her. Then our moans fill the room.

Getting hot in here. Remember about the fan. Can't take my hands off her. Don't want to. Hard to think. Only her. Marie. Marie.

Marie.

Wake up from a nap. We both fell asleep. Skin against skin. Sweating so much. Don't care. Hold her closer. Could go turn on the fan. Impossible. Her face against my neck. Her hand up and down my chest. Would be a crime to let go of her. Pause. Smile on her lips. Her optics on my eyes. Look down. Then back to her.

Ready for round two?

Except it's way too hot to fuck now. Hate summer. Still manage to take care of her. Got lots of skills. Give the lady what she needs and wants. Asks about me. No worry. She's more important.

Heat unbearable now. Have to let go. Turn on the fan and fetch a bottle of water. We nearly empty it.

Cuddling a bit more. Chat about our day. Laughing together. She checks her interface. Around 9pm. Sun's still out but it's getting late. What about diner? Another day? OK. Disappointed. Don't show it. Tell her where the bathroom is. Frown when I hear the shower. Kind of rude not to ask. Don't have much water this week.

Whatever. Not gonna ruin a good afternoon.

Comes back for a final chat. Watch her slip her dress back on. Reach out a hand to sneak a finger under the fabric to feel her skin. Like her. Don't want her to leave. But I know the music.

She gives me a soft kiss on the lips. Tells me it was great. Promises to contact me again. Liar. Grabs her things and leaves with a wave. Hear her close the door.

Alone.

Get off the couch. Grab my clothes and throw them in the laundry basket. Quick wash. Catch a glimpse of the marks she left on me in the mirror. Was too lost in her to notice. Don't like it. Can easily hide them if needed at least. Fetch some clean underwear.

Stomach roaring now. Make cream salmon for one. Eat. Clean the dishes. Nothing else to do. Don’t feel like going out. Standing like an idiot in the living room.

Silence.

What do i usually do to pass time? Thoughts of Stinky come rushing back. Realise I forgot how to live alone. Getting angry again. Need a smoke. Open the window. More heat gets in. Sounds of the city too. Watch the drunks and happy who pass through the alley. Ignore the weirdo living in front who's trying to chat. Want to throw the ashtray at him. Definitely watched us. Need to buy curtains.

Sun's out.

Light another one. Thinking about opening a bottle. Not feeling sleepy. At all. Guess the night's gonna be long.

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WIP Monday

Some writing.

Girl got an ego bigger than a giant's dick. So why all the hiding and laying low?

Need to know.

Leave Domo and the rest of the boys. Shake off the hands that try to stop me. Stagger across the room like an ex that can't let go. Spill half my drink on the way and land on the stool next to her. She ignore me. Lower her head even more. So I grab her hood and pull it down.

I sober up instantly. 

Her long hair. Gone. Shaved. Uneven. So short I can see her scalp through it. Her optics on me. Wide. Ashamed. Then furious. 

— Piss of- — Who did this to you?

She freeze. Leans back. My voice. She never heard it like that. Me neither. Must be the alcohol. Doesn't help. But I so angry.

Gonna murder the cunt who did that to her.

She bites her lip but the tears are already there. My hand gently grabs the back of her neck. She immediately lean in. Forehead to forehead. She grabs my neck too, with both hands.

We haven't been friends in months. But for just a moment, all is forgiven. 

— I miss you, Stinky.

What am I saying?

She lets out the tiniest of laugh. But it's genuine. She even smile through her tears.

— Me t-

The rest dies on her lips. She takes a big inspiration trough her nose.

And then her ego gets back in the way.

Her smile drops. She slaps my arm off her. Leans back. Wipes her tears. And stab my chest with a sharp finger.

— PISS. OFF.

Wrong move. The rest of my drink lands on her face. Smash the glass right on her temple. Get a fist to the jaw in return. Too fucking drunk. I don't feel the floor when I hit it.