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I think Izzy died a virgin as is his lot but I also will say that Wee John and Izzy is a funny ship on a physical level. The spirit of that character, Big John who was very small, who was in the first draft but got scrapped, is still with us and he's the guy who possessed lil 5'3" Izzy and made him do a complete personality 180 for the back half of season 2
Visions Through Orpiment Eyes
Chapter 4: Treacherous oh! and terrifying! Thursday
Jasper
What?
…What?
I was left, trying to process what just happened. This person(?) just offhandedly mentioned that I killed her father.
Tears running down her marble sized face.
How? Was what I was wondering,
When?
I knew I had been out of it as I was traversing the forest, but, you’d think a person would recognize if they had stepped on someone,
Right?
“What…. What do you mean?” I asked, in as soft as a tone I could muster. The miniature stared daggers into me,
“You crushed him, look at your sole.” She still had tears flowing down her face but her voice- she managed to keep her voice from quavering. Even as her body trembled, she kept her ground. I was somewhat in awe as I was processing the statement.
I leaned away from her and stared at the soles of my boots.
Oh.
Oh god.
I held a hand to my face as I felt hot tears quickly rolling.
Don’t cry, not now.
How did I not know?
How.
Did I not notice?
And WHY is she trusting me through this?
I was looking away, hands on my face, attempting to reduce the sound of my hiccups.
Not again.
Not again.
I can’t deal with this.
The girl stared up at me, and I watched as her facade crumbled. Her expression fell apart,
Fat tears rolled down her face. Water droplets seemingly too big for her body.
She let herself fall to the ground, onto her knees, gripping the bloodied tool belt on her waist.
How did I not sense anything?
I couldn't sit here crying in front of this person, whose father I killed-
someone I had caused such harm too.
I couldn't make it seem like I was the one hurt. No way could I differ the topic to my fears when the person in front of me was dealing with so… so- so?
Fuck.
I did manage to get a couple words out, through hics,
“Why- Why did you let me anywhere near you?”
Why did you let me carry you?
Are you insane?
Why do you want anything to do with me?
I realized it was out of necessity, but the mental capacity for that?
Insane.
Wow.
Why was she even helping me so thoroughly?
She only needed me alive, not in good condition.
I was still in tears, trembling like a leaf, my knees inches from the literal leaf sized person in front of me.
Person.
A person so small I could kill by accident, if I didn't pay enough attention.
My stomach was reeling, flipping, doing fucking summersaults inside my gut. I wanted to run away from her, back to wherever I was from, just-
Away.
I knew what I had to do though, I owed her. I owed her way more than I could ever repay.
I could at least do something here,
I sighed and wiped the tears from my face with my arm. I couldn't be the one scared here. It would just make things worse.
I managed to reduce the hiccups, and bring my breath to a semi-stable rhythm. My hands were still shaking, I wiped my tears away with my arm. I looked down at the tiny girl at my knees.
What can I possibly say?
I knew it would not help much, but I said it anyway.
“I’m so sorry.”
My voice shook more than I meant it too.
I can figure out some way to help- she even asked me too, right? I can be a protector. I can do this. I just.
Need to not fuck it up.
Again.
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Fawn
I knew there wasn't anything better he could have said-
but maybe it was worse for him to actually apologize.
Maybe it hurt more to see that he actually regretted his actions.
Maybe it sucked to see that some of my presumptions were incorrect.
I could still tell myself that it was only some. I was still correct in a way, humans were reckless and cruel. They don’t think about anyone else besides themselves. This one’s actions might have proved… something. But they did not dissuade me from my bias.
You can’t win someone over in a night.
Especially not the Fae.
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The two of us made it back to my father’s home. It took longer than expected as the giant lumbered behind me. He looked worse than earlier, with a look of strain on his pale face.
If he dies there is no way for me to dispose of that body.
I grumbled, looking back at him from the ground. He towered over my frame, and I should still have been trembling but I was so irritated with how damn slow he was I forgot to care.
He stayed more than 2 feet away and seemed to have a hard time following me on the ground.
He was definitely faster earlier.
I opted to avoid thinking about having to stitch and disinfect the wound on his back later.
We finally made it to the clearing where my home stood. Tucked inside a tree trunk, with a beautifully carved circular door. I opened the door and waved the giant off. I watched as he sat down in the moss, laying his oversized head on some of the roots of the tree. He curled up, his back facing me, against the ferns that acted as a border for my home. He left his shirt off, probably in an attempt to reduce the friction against the wound, which was looking worse by the minute. It had dried enough for him to lay it on top of himself instead, as a blanket most inadequate for him.
I closed the door behind me and threw my bag to the floor. My knees hit the ground with that bag and I let myself fall forward.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
