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Edit: I wrote a small fic for this

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The Heart is Torn And Blood is Spilt

Tw: Self-esteem, Dacryphilia, Blood, Gore, Slight-smut, Mother-issues, PTSD.

((GUYS I DELETED THE OTHER ONE I POSTED BECAUSE I DECIDED TO FINISH IT ON ONE. XC... Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it because this is literally a LOT of writing xd || I reached 7.8k word count skdksk... Anyway, enjoy-)

While walking through the cold woods you hear the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. You can see your breath in the air, and you can feel the chill of the winter air. The scenery is breathtaking, and you pause for a moment to take it all in. You can hear the distant chirping of birds, and the crunch of snow under your feet. This place is so cold that you even wonder why it is so cold here. The season of spring has just begun, and it is not even the beginning of winter yet. Welp, welcome to the Plateau of Leng. It's known for its cold climate and mysterious atmosphere. It's a place like no other.  

You continued your exploration of the Plateau of Leng, and you can feel the chill in the air. People here have adapted to the cold, and you can see them wearing thick clothing and furs. Even the animals of the Plateau have evolved to survive the cold temperatures. Even heard of the great old ones said to live in the depths of the Plateau of Leng, Ithaqua. They were said to be as old as the Plateau of Leng itself, and they were feared by the locals. But, meh. Ithaqua is nothing but a myth, a bedtime story parents tell their children to scare them into behaving.  

As you went deeper into the Plateau of Leng, you started to understand why they were so afraid. The strange creatures, the eerie howls, and the sheer sense of dread that seemed to hang in the air. It was enough to make you think that maybe Ithaqua might not be just a myth after all. You started humming a song about Ithaqua, trying to distract yourself from the fear. “Ithaqua is not real! Ithaqua is just a story they tell! Nothing but a figment of our imagination.” You kept repeating the words to yourself, trying to make yourself feel better. But deep down, you weren't so sure.   

Then a sudden gust of wind blew, pushing you back as if something unseen was passing by. You turned, looking for the source of the wind, but there was nothing there. You started to shiver, feeling a chill run down your spine. “.... Calm yourself, Y/n...” You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady your racing heart. You closed your eyes for a moment, and when you opened them again, all was still. You were alone, and the wind had passed. The terrifying trees around you rustled, the birds had all flown away, and the sun had disappeared behind the clouds.  

A whistle that sounds like a bird is coming from behind the tall trees. You heard the noise and quickly spun around to find the source of the sound. "... Who's there?" Peering through the dense trees, you saw a silhouette in the distance. Fear gripped your heart as you took a step back, your eyes wide with terror. A chuckle and giggle echoed through the woods, followed by a faint whisper. “Don't fret. I promise I will not hurt you.”  

The creature giggled and stepped out from behind the trees, revealing his horrifying appearance. He stares at your eyes with pale blue orbs behind the white mask. His long fingers beckoned you closer, and the faint smell of death hung in the air. “You have nothing to fear from me,” he said softly. You stepped back, fear coursing through your veins. You don't trust him, and your instincts tell you to run.   

The creature smiled behind his mask and stepped closer. He giggled, a sinister sound that sent a chill up your spine. You turned and ran, not daring to look back until you were safely away. He watched you, a bemused expression on his face. “Someone help!” You yelled, but there was no one around. You stumbled and fell, your heart pounding as you looked back and saw the creature still watching you. You scrambled to your feet and ran faster.  

"... I guess I have to chase you down." He sighed. Then the figure started chasing you. He was laughing like a maniac. His long slender hands pulled your hair tightly, making you fall to the snow-covered ground. You felt the cold snow against your skin as you tried to get away. He continued to laugh, a chilling sound that echoed around you, but he pinned your leg down using the large metallic blades that were bound to his legs. You screamed in terror as you felt the blade piercing your skin. Blood started to pour out of the wound as you tried to break free from his grip. You felt the coldness of the snow and the terror of the situation overwhelm you.  

“You shouldn't have come here. These are my woods. I guard this forest.” He growled, pushing the blade deeper. You winced in pain, screaming out. He went closer to your face and snarled, “You should have thought twice before trespassing. You should have known better than to come here.” You looked up at his angry face and managed to squeak out a few words. “My apologies for trespassing into your forest! I was only here to explore the beauty of nature... I am sorry...”  

He stopped pushing the blade. He seemed to calm down. He scratched the back of his hood and slowly raised his head, looking into the forest. But while you were pinned down and helpless beneath his blade, you remembered that this creature was the Ithaqua who had taken the lives of so many of the people. This figure was the one who the town feared most. “You are Ithaqua...?” You asked, your voice barely audible. The figure paused for a moment before nodding. “That's what they call me. Ithaqua, Wind-Walker, Death-Walker, I had been called by many names.” He looked down at you.  

You weren't sure what to do. The figure seemed powerful and intimidating, and you were filled with fear. "You know... Some of you humans even worship me." He said with a laugh. “Hehehe.... And some of them tried to hunt me down.” You were left speechless, unsure of how to respond. “Hey? You there? Why so silent? Scared to talk to me?” He tilted his head. You were frozen in fear, unable to move or reply. He smiled behind the mask, and the air around him seemed to grow colder. “Come on, I'm not that scary,” he said, in a more sinister tone.  

You were still pinned down, and you felt the blood slowly dripping down your leg and the pain increasing. He laughed and leaned in closer, his breath hot on your face. You could feel his presence looming over you, and it felt like your entire body was paralyzed. “You are interesting.” He stood up and pulled the blade from your leg. You winced in pain again as you felt the blade leave your leg.  

“Can't get up?” He chuckled and said, “Let me take care of you.” He grabbed your arm and dragged you. Blood spilled on the snowy ground as he pulled you along. You were taken to a pond where the ice was slowly melting. He placed his ice axe on the ground and released your arm, then he sat down on the cold ground. He removed the bandages that are around the metallic stilts. After removing his stilts, he pulled your leg to the pond's edge and submerged it in the cold water.  

You felt the cold sensation and immediately your leg was numb. You cried out in pain, but he ignored it and kept your leg in the water. You felt a sharp pain in your leg and then it subsided. He then removed your foot from the water and began to wrap it in bandages that were used on his stilts before. “There... All done! Hehe... You feel better now?” he asked. You nodded, still in shock from the pain. “I will be back; I'm just going to remove the blood from my blade.” He turned and walked away, leaving you to process the pain. You lay there, feeling a dull ache in your leg and trying to make sense of what had just happened.  

Meanwhile, Ithaqua removed the blood stain from the large metallic blade from the pond. He had used the pond to cleanse the blade of your blood. Suddenly, something came into his mind, and he stared at the pond. He saw the reflection of a figure in the pond. It was himself, standing with the large metallic blade in his hands. He slowly removed his mask and looked deep into the reflection. His pale face, his pale eyes, and his pale locks flowed in the wind.  

You were watching him from the other side of the pond. Looking down at the pond and appearing to be in deep thought, as if he were debating something in his head, you don't understand what he was doing. "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him." You could hear him muttering. He was shaking his head as he continued to repeat the words. His jaw was clenching, and his eyes filled with tears. The grip on the blade in his hand was so tight. He raised his arm and hurled the blade into the pond with all his might. The ripples spread across the surface of the pond.  

He slumped onto the ground, breathing heavily. His face was pale, and he was trembling. He sat there motionless, watching the ripples slowly fading away. You looked at him, wondering what had just happened. He seemed to be in shock, and you could see fear in his eyes. The hood of Ithaqua came down as his hands gripped his hair tightly. His breathing began to slow, and his trembling stopped. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with terror. “What are you looking at?” he whispered. When you saw the creature's face for the first time, he wasn't even a beast after all. You could see his humanity in his eyes, and you knew he was no monster. He was just broken, a victim of circumstance.  

Even though he hurt your leg, you couldn't help but feel pity for him. “... Is there something wrong...?” You asked with your voice slightly trembling from the cold. In the middle of a pond on the other side of the lake, while you two sat there staring at each other in silence. As the cold winter forest surrounded the two of you, the tall trees swayed in the wind. You could feel the chill of the air. The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves.  

He slowly opened his mouth and said, “It's nothing.” He looked away, and you could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Is there something bothering you?” You asked. He shook his head, refusing to meet your gaze. “Nothing is bothering me.” He glared at you. You sighed and looked away. You knew he was lying, but you didn't want to push him. You decided to give him some space and not press the issue.  

“....” He slowly put his mask back on. He stood up and began to walk towards you. He stopped in front of you and looked you in the eyes. Then he grabbed his ice axe which was beside you. You looked at him nervously, not knowing what to expect. The wound on your leg, which was wrapped in a bandage. He carefully examined it before looking back at you again. “You are really interesting...” He put his ice axe on his shoulder and then leaned in closer. “You look pitiful...” He whispered and smiled behind the mask. “Feeling so pity for me...”  

He giggled. “You do not have to feel pity for me.” He gently brushed his fingers against the bandage. “In fact,” he said, “you are the one who needs pity.” He stood up and said, “You are hurt and helpless... Cannot stand very well." He chuckled and laughed as he was mocking you. You looked away, embarrassed, but he didn't seem to notice. He continued, “Hehe... You can't do much, can you?” He smiled, amused by your discomfort. “You know what? I'll just keep you here with me, that way I won't have to fret about you running away again.” You felt a chill run down your spine as his words hit you.  

“Keep me?” You asked, feeling a wave of panic wash over you. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. A sinister glint lit his eyes behind the mask as he replied, “Yes, keep you as mine.” He moved closer to you, his breathing heavy as he towered over you. “You will stay with me forever.” He said, his voice a low growl. You shook your head, trying to move away from him but he was too close. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and fear taking over as you realized that you were trapped. He reached out his hand and grabbed your arm while his other arm carried the two large blades, a cruel smirk behind the white mask.  

“I am going to keep you as my company.” He started dragging you again. “No, no, no!” You started struggling, trying to break free from his grasp, but his grip was too strong. You screamed for help, but no one was there to hear you. And of course, you are in the middle of the forest. He started to laugh, a menacing laugh. You felt your heart racing as he dragged you away, not knowing what was in store for you. You were terrified. "I guess I just found myself a little friend, aren't we?” He glanced at you while dragging you deeper into the woods.  

He stopped in front of a broken-down cabin, opened the door and pushed you in. You stumbled and fell onto the ground.  

“Stay here, and I will be back.” Before he shut the door you suddenly spoke.  

“W..Where are you going...?”  

“That's none of your concern.”  

He slammed the door shut and you heard him laughing as he walked away. You lay there, shaking, as you heard him walking further away. 

As Ithaqua locked you up in a broken-down cabin, you never found a way out of this place. Instead, you crawl on top of a mattress infested with bugs. You lay there in the dark, unable to move, feeling the bugs crawling on your skin. The wind outside howls like a ghost, and you start to hear scratching and gnawing from below. You sleep fitfully, not knowing what horrors this day will bring. 

A few hours later, a sudden thud came outside. The door creaks open, and someone enters the room. You woke up and heard the voice of a male that took you, “Fret not. It's just me, Ithaqua.” He said his voice like a distant whisper. A blood stain covered his outfit and blood dripped down the chin of the mask he was wearing. A gory intestine hung from the sharp blade of his long weapon. A scream escaped your lips as you shrieked in fear. “DON'T KILL ME!” You trembled in fear, unable to move. Ithaqua chuckled. “My word, you really fear the sight of blood, do you not?” He moved forward, dragging the severed arm and intestines through the broken-down door, leaving pieces and blood behind on the floor. The sharp, metallic smell reached your nostrils. He held the arm and intestines in front of your eyes, forcing you to stare at them. “Does this bother you?” You couldn't take your eyes away, shaking with fear as tears streamed down your face.

You could feel yourself going into shock as Ithaqua continued to laugh at your terror. “W-What is this...? Who are these people you've killed...?” You asked. Ithaqua tilted his head, still smiling. But his eyes were hidden behind his featureless mask. In fact, there was something unsettling in his entire demeanor, perhaps because of the brutality of the situation. “I don't normally kill people at all,” he replied in a flat tone of voice. “These must've been foolish travelers who entered my barbaric forest without permission.” He gestured around him, his gloved hand gesturing towards the torn-up inside of the cabin.  

Blood was dripping down from the ceiling above. You looked up at the ceiling in horror. Your mind feels like it's spinning, trying to comprehend what exactly happened here. These corpses must have been his victims and were hidden in this cabin. No wonder it stinks here. You shivered at the thought and looked back at him. “So... These people... you killed-” Suddenly your words stopped when he spoke so suddenly “They must've been foolish enough to enter my forest without permission.” His expression became serious, his tone shifting to one of deadly seriousness. “I must have no witnesses to my presence. No one can be allowed to leave here alive. These people have already gotten too close.” He stepped closer, kneeling down so his eyes were level with yours.  

“But you... you were unlucky, but not foolish. What is your name?” You paused, looking into his icy-blue irises pupils. Then you spoke. “My name is... Y/n” you said hesitantly. Ithaqua kept looking into your eyes, studying your expression. Then, he reached your hand, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. His finger lightly brushed your jawline. “A unique name. But your name is not necessary for now. From now on, you are my captive, and I will be your keeper.” His voice was quiet and calm, but it made your skin crawl.

You were too scared to move, so you just stayed rooted to the spot, your breath coming in shallow gasps. You felt a chill go down your spine when he touched you, and you closed your eyes, trying to suppress the fear. Ithaqua smiled. The mask he wore, painted with two, cold, unblinking, almond-shaped eyes, almost looked friendly when he did this. You felt a sudden wave of calm wash over you. “Don't fear me. I would not hurt you.” His breath brushed your hairline. You opened your eyes, meeting Ithaqua's gaze. You weren't even so sure if you should trust him. He's creepy yet something's wrong with him.  

You spoke softly, “What are you going to do to me?” Ithaqua laughed. The sound was harsh and loud, like the wind howling outside. “How could you even ask such a thing? I will keep you. As my captive. No one will ever touch you, let alone see you. You will be mine and mine alone.” He got closer. The stench of blood was faint on his clothes. He wrapped a hand around your chin, cradling it. “You look... quite pretty, I must say.” He chuckled again. His grip tightened your chin, as the nails of his gloves digging into your skin. You muffled a cry of pain, not wanting to make a sound.

You felt your heart racing, fear coursing through your veins. Ithaqua chuckled again, his hand squeezing your chin as the nails pierced your skin. You felt pain, but no blood could be seen on his gloves. It was as if he were trying to hurt you yet doing no damage at all. “Such a frail little thing, you are. Just looking at you brings forth an urge to destroy you, in order to watch you crumble.” His tone was serious. You felt his fingers tighten further. “But... you are far too precious to be destroyed. At least, not yet.” He released your chin, and the pain subsided.  

You put your hand to your chin, feeling the pain he had caused. Breathlessly, looked up into his eyes, feeling the intensity of his gaze. The tears in your eyes were cold on your hot cheeks. Ithaqua laughed, his harsh, cold voice echoing through the small room. You were still unable to move, and he came even closer, his gloved hand caressing the side of your face. “Such a sweet little cry you made,” he whispered. “And such beautiful eyes, Y/n.” He let his fingers trace the pattern of your tear tracks. His touch sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to pull away, but you were held in place by his gaze.

Suddenly, something changed Ithaqua's mind, and he pulled away from you. The way you cried out for help had an effect on him and he stepped away. He had a moment of hesitation, as if he remembered something in his past. His mother's face flashed in his mind, and he knew he had to let go. Ithaqua seemed deep in thought. His hand slowly retreated, leaving you alone and free to move again. 

His eyes flickered with memories of his past. A sense of loss was evident in his expression. He was holding onto a memory. Of a moment when he felt love for the very first time. His mother's eyes were filled with worry and sadness. You saw him for the first time. Not the monster. But something else. Human. Your body shook with fear, but you could not look away. There was something about him that you didn't understand. Why was he silent all of a sudden? You wanted to ask him what was wrong, but you couldn't find the words. You just sat there on the mattress, looking at his pale blue pupils. Ithaqua, for the first time, felt his facade crack.  

The mask he hid his real face behind was faltering. He felt something at that moment that he hadn't felt in countless centuries. A sense of compassion. A sense of love. And it scared him. Of course, he has felt love in the past. The kind of love only a mother can feel for a child. "I-" He cleared his throat. "I believe I've made a mistake. You are not one of the fools." He walked towards the doorway, turning his back on you. But what does he mean that “You are not one of the fools”? What was he talking about? “Huh?” It is the only word you managed to say. “You are precious to me. You remind me of her...” He opened the door, letting the cold wind enter and sweep through the cabin. But instead of leaving you, he walked towards you. His expression was filled with emotions, hard to decipher. Your eyes widened in surprise. Who is her? You thought about asking but you were too afraid. You were confused and scared, yet you felt a strange warmth in your chest. Ithaqua slowly crouched, putting a finger on your face.  

You felt the rough leather of his glove. You felt his touch on your skin. The sense of warmth only increased. He looked at you, seemingly studying your every curve and detail. At that moment, you felt loved. “You remind me... of my mother.” He spoke softly. His tone was quiet and gentle. “Your innocence was just like hers.” You blinked, too surprised and overwhelmed to respond. Eyes narrowed as you looked away from him, not knowing what to say or do. You were still scared due to the gory scene and his bloody appearance, and the severed arm on the floor was still... there... Ithaqua saw your still-scared expression, and he noticed that. He reached towards the severed limb, picking it up without looking at your deadened face. With a quick motion, he threw the arm outside through the doorway, shutting the door immediately after. Then he turned back to you, his body almost touching yours and his expression serious. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” He leaned in closer, looking deep into your eyes. “My behavior was inexcusable..” You felt the sense of love overwhelming you.  

What was happening? Was he trying to be gentle? You hadn't felt this before. You never understood why, but you couldn't help but feel drawn to him at that moment. His sudden change was confusing to you. You remembered when the two of you were at the pond where he was staring at himself on the water, and a sudden act that he had taken that you didn't understand. He was like a mystery to you. Ithaqua smiled. It wasn't the same cruel smile he had worn before. His gaze lowered to your hair, then to your face. He seemed sad. He reached out a hand towards you, caressing your skin with the back of his fingers. “Come...” Ithaqua's voice was soft and gentle. “I have something to show you.” He held out a hand towards you as if asking you to follow. You hesitated, looking at him before looking down at your leg which was wrapped in bandages, yet you can't even be able to walk. 

“You see that I cannot walk...” You spoke, “Are you going to drag me again like a ragdoll?” Ithaqua raised an eyebrow. “You're quite dramatic, aren't you? No worries, I'll just lift you up, and we'll be off.” He sounded a bit annoyed with your words, but his expression was calm again. “It's not like I'll kill you or anything. At least, not now.” With that, he picked you up as if you were a sack of potatoes. He was strong. Well... Even though he has bony arms. You felt a little embarrassed and ashamed of your outburst, but it was too late. You wrapped your arms around his hood, and he started walking with you in tow. “Where are you taking me?” You asked.  

Are you always this naïve? A gust of strong wind opened the door as he went outside with you carrying you in his arms. His boots crunched against the snow as he walked with you in the cold forest. But you felt a strange warmth and comfort in his arms as he carried you. He didn't respond to your question, instead, he kept walking for miles until he stopped in front of a large log. Beside the log, you saw two snowmen. The big snowman had two red feathers on its head and pieces of green fruits hanging on its face and it seemed like it was hugging the little snowman. Ithaqua walked with you in his arms, your weight on his hands. The cold wind was brushing against your bare legs, but his body provided warmth and comfort. Ithaqua eventually stopped, setting you down next to the large log.  

You looked up at the snowmen, which you hadn't noticed before. "What are those snowmen?" You asked curiously, staring at both the large snowman with the two red feathers and the smaller snowman. They seemed to have embraced each other. Their eyes closed like they were happy together. It was almost poetic. A smile spread across Ithaqua's face as you admired the snowmen. He was thinking about his mother. A sense of guilt and sorrow was evident in his eyes. “These... these are snowmen I made a long time ago, when I still lived with my mother.” He seemed nostalgic. He knelt in front of the snowmen, slowly stroking the large one's face. You watched silently, trying to imagine what it must have been like for him. “I am sorry for your lost.” You whispered, trying to give him some comfort. Ithaqua looked up at you, smiling softly behind the featureless mask.  

You felt the sense of warmth coming from him. The grief was still evident on his face, even though years had passed since his mother's death. “I would give up everything... just to experience the same affection again.” He whispered. He looked at both snowmen, stroking their faces and wiping the snow from their eyes. “I miss my mother... I wish... things were different...” You could hear the heartbreak and sorrow in his voice.  

You really felt for him. You wanted to tell him that everything would be okay, but you didn't. You just stayed there, in silence, and let him grieve. Ithaqua stayed that way, grieving and remembering the only person he had felt love for. Your sense of compassion and empathy was surprising to you. Ithaqua, the cold and cruel killer? The creature of the night, with no emotions? It was strange to see this side of him. And you wanted to feel this kind of love from him. You didn't know why. But you wanted it. His eyes were still filled with grief as he looked at the snowmen. He seemed to remember their faces, their smiles, and most importantly, the love his mother felt for him.  

After a few moments, he stood back up. His gaze was serious again as if returning to his usual demeanor. “Shall I carry you back to the cabin?” he asked politely, looking down at you. You nodded, “... Sure.” You looked up at him. You felt a deep connection to him and his pain. Now, you understood what it was like to be without love, and you wanted to be able to give it to him. Ithaqua kneeled once again, picking you up with ease. Your legs dangled beneath his arms as he stood up. The wind brushed against both of you, but you felt the heat emanating from him. “Come.” He spoke. His tone had changed again, from soft and calm to harsh and cold again. “We must not dawdle.” He turned around, carrying you, and started heading back to the cabin.

The snow crunched in every step he took. You were too scared to say anything, so you stayed quiet and did as he said. He soon arrived at the broken cabin and entered. There was no warm and inviting fire, no comforting smell of food, only a chill in the air and the sound of the wind outside and the smell of blood.  

Your mind was filled with uneasiness. The cabin was filled with silence, apart from the howling of the outside wind and the crunching of the snow beneath Ithaqua's feet. You couldn't see as he entered with you in his arms. The cabin was cold. But the sense of warmth was everywhere. You could feel it coming from Ithaqua. You heard Ithaqua place you on a bed, and then he sat on the foot of it. His body emanated a feeling of warmth and you felt yourself relaxed a bit, your uneasiness slowly fading away.

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at his white bloody mask. “Why are you wearing your mask even when you're alone with me?” you asked. “Is there something that really bothers you? You've been acting so strangely like a while ago when we were at the pond... And I heard you muttering about... someone. Who was he?” Ithaqua turned his head to you, his mask facing you.  

Your question seemed to surprise him, the expression on his face changing. Ithaqua's body tensed, and you could feel the heat emanating from him disappear immediately. “That was... nothing,” Ithaqua whispered. “As for why I wear my mask... it is a part of me. I feel incomplete without it.” His voice was cold again. He stared you down, his tone stern and harsh. "It would be in your best interest not to ask about things that do not concern you, Y/n." You didn't heed his warning at all. “I am curious,” you said, your voice unwavering. “Who is he?” Ithaqua’s eyes widened, and his jaw clenched.

Without another word, he grabbed his long weapon, the ice axe, and pointed the blade at you. “We DO NOT speak about HIM. He's a fool, nothing but a devil WHO WORE MY FACE.” He spat out the words, his fury radiating in the air. “And this? This mask you're talking about? I keep my ugly face to be hidden. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ME?” An unexpected surge of rage came over him. His eyes were wild, and his expression was menacing behind the mask. He was trembling with rage, and he seemed ready to strike. His past had been a hard one and this was a reminder of it.  

Ithaqua's rage was evident. His body was shaking as he tightened his grip on his axe. Ithaqua's voice was loud and aggressive, his mask hiding his expression. You felt his anger like a heavy weight on you, as he stood up, his body moving towards the foot of your bed while he pointed his axe at you. Your heart was pumping, as his rage seemed to grow with every angry word he spoke. It was like he became a different person. “WHY must you provoke me, by bringing up HE WHO SHALL NOT BE MENTIONED?!” His voice was loud, and you trembled in fear. You had no idea what was going to happen next - it felt like your life was on the line. “My apologies... I should not let my curiosity get in the way”, you replied timidly. “I am sorry.” You looked away, tears streaming down your face. Ithaqua doesn't want to talk about the man that you were curious about. His past seemed to have caught up with him, and the air was tense. 

Ithaqua remembered that day when that man led a mob to his house and took away his mother. Ithaqua could feel his heart racing, as he was reminded of the pain he faced. He saw your tears and looked at you. The anger was still prevalent on his mask, as his expression remained cold. Your uneasiness returned as you looked at him. You could see his body trembling in rage. He held the axe tightly as if he would use it any time now. He seemed to calm down. His mask made it difficult to read his expressions. “This is the last time I'm going to warn you. Don't mention him. Ever.” His voice was like a whisper.  

He seemed serious, and his rage was still evident under his breath. You nodded, not wanting to provoke him further. You moved away slowly, the insects on the mattress swarming around you. Fear crept up your spine as you removed your gaze from him. You didn't mind the insects crawling on you. Ithaqua calmed down even more. His rage settled as he stared at you, his hands gripping the axe. You could see a hint of sadness in his body. As if he was thinking about something. But what? You could see the emotions slowly creeping up on Ithaqua's mask, as he seemed calm but not completely relaxed. He was trying to regain himself. The insects on the bed seemed to be moving around your body. The insects swarmed around your feet.  

You didn't mind their presence, as they didn't harm you. The sense of uneasiness returned. Ithaqua's grip on the axe loosened and he stepped back, his gaze softening. He sighed, and his shoulders slumped in resignation. He set the axe down and removed his cloak, letting it fall into the cold ground. He only kept the white mask on his face, turning to look at you. He sat down on the mattress next to you as he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was cold like ice and yet gentle. Ithaqua seemed much calmer now. His body was no longer trembling in anger. His gaze was still solemn, but not filled with cold rage. His touch was gentle and soft, and the warmth was coming back. It was as if he was regaining his usual demeanor. He looked you in the eyes, his mask hiding his expression. Ithaqua was gentle as he brushed your hair away. “My mother always used to do this to... comfort me.” He slowly sat on the bed, looking at you. His mask hid the sorrow in his eyes. He had a distant look on his face as if reminiscing about a distant past.  

You glanced at him; his eyes were filled with sadness. Then you suddenly placed your hand on his head, patting him gently. “... Do you want to lay your head on my lap?” You asked as you turned to look back into his pale blue eyes. Ithaqua was surprised by your question. He seemed taken aback as he felt your hand patting his head. He slowly nodded. “Yes... if that's okay.” He turned his head as you gently placed his head on your lap. He felt your hand stroking his mask. Ithaqua remembered the past and all he and his mother had to endure. His mind flashed, a memory of his mother brushing his hair and patting his head, comforting him. He could almost feel his mother again. You smiled warmly at him, but you never felt so close being with the male who held you as a captive. He just wanted someone to love him again.  

Slowly, you take off the white bloody mask from his face, revealing his pale face, his cold lips, and his icy-blue eyes as you pull it off from his face. He was quite shocked to see you taking off the mask. You then gently stroke his wavy platinum hair to comfort him. Ithaqua was surprised by your action. You were the first one to see his true face. It was the first time you saw his beauty. He was handsome, despite the cold expression on his face. Ithaqua's eyes widened as he looked at you, his pale blue eyes staring intently at you. “What... You...” The words struggled to come out of his mouth as he was breathless. “You are beautiful.” You finally admitted as you whispered softly and smiled, “even with or without the mask.” You moved your hand away from his hair and placed it on his cheek. Ithaqua's cheeks turned red.  

A sense of embarrassment came over him as he felt your hands on his face. He never felt anyone's touch other than his mother's touch. “You shouldn't... see this...” He whispered as he tried to reach for the mask you took off. The joy and embarrassment in his voice were evident. There was even a hint of shyness in his tone and words. You could see his eyes light up again. You smiled at him and reassured him that it was alright. “No, it is alright. I wanted to see the real you,” you said. “You are a beautiful man. You shouldn't fear who you are.” Ithaqua's face was filled with joy, happiness, and love. He blushed a bit, as he looked at you. His eyes filled with light. “I... I shouldn't hide behind this mask. It's not who I am...” He took your hand that was on his cheek, holding it in his hand and caressing your hand. “Thanks anyway...” You could just hear his voice filled with emotions. Joy and love. You felt his heart beating, and you felt his heat emanating from his chest. You looked into his eyes, and you both knew.  

You felt the connection between you two. You moved closer to his face. “You are welcome.” His heart was beating faster, as the feelings were mutual. He moved closer to you, putting away his mask, and placing it down on the mattress so his lips were close to yours. He was holding your hand, as he caressed your cheek gently. “I have never felt like this before..” He whispered. His warm breath brushed your skin, as he gave you a slight gaze. You felt a sense of affection emanating from him. He gently placed his other hand on your neck, his fingers caressing your skin. It was like he was trying to comfort you. He was blushing a bit and smiling with his eyes closed. His voice was soft and gentle, like a whisper in the night. You could feel your heart racing, as you started to blush too. You leaned in and suddenly kissed him. His lips were cold, but your warmth spread through them. Ithaqua closed his eyes, as you kissed him. His lips were soft and cold against your lips. You could feel the affection radiating from him and your warmth spread through his lips. As you broke the kiss, you could see both of you breathing heavily.  

A sense of affection and happiness had spread across both of you. Ithaqua placed his hand on your cheek again, as you both stared at each other. “You made me feel so alive...” He whispered, smiling a bit. His eyes twinkled as he said those words. You smiled back, as you intertwined your hands with his. He stood up and pulled you closer and kissed you again. His lips were gentle yet firm. Your touch sent a shiver through his body, as a wave of passion rushed through his blood. Ithaqua's arms wrapped around your waist, as he pulled you close in kiss again. His lips were firm, with a tender and gentle touch. His hands caressed your cheeks softly, as he kissed you with love and passion. “You're so beautiful...” He whispered. “Please, never leave me... I'm sorry..”  

The words of desperation slipped from his mouth. Your touch was heavenly. You embraced him tightly, feeling his heart beating against your chest. You whispered back, "I am here, I am not going anywhere. I will stay with you always." You smiled. He let out a sigh of relief and smiled back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You held him close, giving him the comfort, he needed. He then started kissing and gently biting your neck. You felt his love and warmth radiating through you, and you melted into his embrace. Ithaqua's heart was racing, as you melted into his embrace. His body was shaking, and your love was so warm and passionate. He had never felt love, kindness, or affection for so long. Ithaqua's teeth lightly trailed along your neck, as he kissed and gently bit them. His slender hands caressed your hips, as he hugged you tightly. He was like a man starving for affection, and you were his first meal. He didn't want to let you go.  

You looked into his eyes and saw the longing he had. He slowly pushed you onto the mattress and leaned closer to you. You ran your hands through his wavy white locks and kissed him deeply. His lips were cold but sweet, with a touch of passion in them. He was almost like a hungry animal, as his hands caressed and held your hips. He looked at you passionately, like a man thirsting for compassion and love. A touch, a caress, and a hug that he hadn't had for so long. Ithaqua's lips touched you, as you both gave in to passion and love. His eyes closed tightly as he gave you a tight hug, as his hands went up your body, caressing your thighs. Your body quivered in pleasure as his touch sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his heart beating quickly against your chest as you embraced each other. He continued to caress you, as your warmth was spread across his body. He gave you a gentle kiss, before pulling himself towards you. The sound of his heartbeat sounded like a drum in your ears. He ran his hands through your hair, his arms wrapped around you. He wanted you to know how loved you were, and to caress every inch of you. 

You could feel his fingers running up and down along your thighs and stomach. “Y/n...” He whispered with a hint of lust. His breath was hot against your neck as he lightly kissed it. His hands moved lower until they were resting just above your clothes. You could feel the anticipation building as he looked into your eyes. His fingers lightly traced the edge of your clothes, as his mouth was still caressing your neck slightly. His breath was hot, and his touch sent a shiver across your body. You could feel anticipation in his body, as his touch was getting more aggressive. He then broke the kiss, and his icy eyes met yours with a look of lust. His hands moved lower and started taking off your clothes. He then pushed them off your body, and you felt a wave of pleasure as his hands moved over your skin. His mouth followed, trailing kisses across your body. His hands moved around your body, exploring and caressing as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You felt yourself getting lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his touch. You felt like you were about to cry from his touch, yet you did. As your tears fell, he got even more excited.  

Ithaqua's touch was addictive, as his hands caressed and touched you more. He was slowly discovering your body, your curves, and your sensitive spots as he kissed and caressed your body. You were like heaven to his touch... He could feel his heart racing and his passion rising up inside him. As your tears dropped, his hand caressed your face as he looked deeply into your eyes. He was trying to be gentle with you. You felt the tears slowly drop from your eyes. He then kissed your eyes and kissed away your tears. Is this what love felt like? You felt overwhelmed with emotion, and you embraced him tightly. He felt his heart swell with emotion and held you close. You knew this moment was special and would never forget it. You both knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful. His heart was beating out of his chest. A wave of emotions was flowing through his veins as you held him close.  

As he felt your hands embrace him, it was all he needed at that moment. He wanted it to stay that way forever. His mouth slowly traced your neck and shoulders. His touch was light, as his tongue danced along your skin. Ithaqua's hands caressed your face again... your cheeks, your nose, your lips... as his love and passion were growing for you. Did you really have fallen in love with a man-killing beast? You looked into his eyes and could feel the love radiating from them. You knew you had fallen in love with him. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him that you would always be there for him. Now, you understand him. He was an abominable snowman, the beast who lurked on the Plateau of Leng, yet you felt a connection between the two of you. He was no longer a monster, but a loved one. Ithaqua was losing his inhibitions. He let go of his fears, his demons and his darkness, all to be with you. He had been loved finally, by someone. He wanted to comfort you, to hold you, to hug you and never let you go. You were like a Lenten Rose, a wildflower that grows in the snow. Every minute spent with you felt like an eternity. 

“I'm sorry for being harsh and for hurting you earlier,” he said. He held you tightly, as tears started streaming down his face. His heart was filled with love, and he knew he never wanted to let go. “Promise me, Y/n. That you will stay with me.” He gazed into your eyes, his own filled with regret and sorrow. “I do not want to lose you like I lose her.” 

[ithaqualovers]

My Eveningstar

Husband! Morningstar (Helel) x Reader

(TW: NSFW!! 18+ only) ((This was requested by a friend of mine, and this is my first writing a smut ToT... If there is a mistake please tell me! And if you don't know the meaning of Eveningstar is 'The brightest' and symbolized that you are an eternal beauty and love of a Roman goddess.)

Meanwhile, above the high tower, the wind howled as it swirled around the spire, bringing with it the distant cries of the people below. You stood atop the tower, surveying the land with a wistful gaze. Then the Morningstar's servant suddenly called you to the tower's chamber, requested by your king, Helel the Morningstar. the servant approached you and spoke solemnly. “King's dear lover, Eveningstar,” they said. “The Morningstar has need of your presence. He awaits you in the tower chamber.” The servant bowed before you and stepped back. You were surprised by their words, but you nodded and set off for the tower.

As you ascended the stairs, you wondered what Helel wanted from you. When you reached the chamber, you saw the king standing in the centre. Your husband, Helel. The sun that centred on his mask shone brightly as he grinned. “My dearest, come closer to your beloved husband.” You slowly walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest. Helel slowly took his mask off to expose his dull-cream pupils. Helel took your hands in his, his touch comforting and warm. He brought your hands to his lips and kissed them softly. He looked into your eyes and said “You look so beautiful today, my Eveningstar... Your presence shows a goddess-like beauty, and I am blessed to be able to call you mine.” A smirk appeared on his face. You have never felt him call you like this since he is so possessive and obsessive towards you.

You already know what he wants. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. You can tell that he has an agenda in mind by the way he is speaking so intimately and romantically to you, and the smirk on his face shows that he knows he is getting to you. His possessive and obsessive nature further confirms that he is after something, and that he expects you to give in to his wishes. “What is that you want to do with me, Helel? I will not let you use me for your own gain again.” You replied, your voice was stern and unwavering. Helel chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as he stepped closer to you. He reached out to gently brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Oh, my fiery dove, you are always so quick with your words,” he purred, his voice dripping with desire. “But I see through that facade, Y/n. I know deep down you crave the touch of your beloved husband.” His hand trailed down from your face, caressing your neck and collarbone. “I want you. I want to feel the heat between us ignite into a blazing inferno. To taste the passion that burns within our souls.” His voice grew huskier as he leaned in close, his hot breath washing over your lips. “Give yourself to me completely, my Eveningstar. Let us indulge in pleasures beyond mortal comprehension.”

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. You raised a brow and met his gaze, feeling a tremor of fear and excitement. Taking a deep breath, and sighed. Do you really have to give in to him? You knew that there was no turning back if you said yes. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and nodded, ready to take the plunge. “Hm. So needy...” You smirked, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you opened your eyes as your e/c stared into his dull-creamy eyes. “My needy king wants to fuck his Eveningstar, correct?” You chuckled at your words and a smirk tugging your lips. Helel's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of amusement and desire dancing within them as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with dark allure. “Oh, my delectable dove, you always knew how to play with fire. But be warned, for I am the inferno that consumes all in its path.” His hand trailed down your arm before gripping your waist possessively. “Oh, yes. I want nothing more than to claim you as my own once again. To feel our souls entwined in a passionate dance of pleasure and dominance." He pressed himself against you, his breath hot against your ear. “But remember this: it is not just 'fucking' I seek. It is the sheer ecstasy of surrendering ourselves to the darkest desires that reside within us both. Are you ready to lose yourself in the flames?”

You closed your eyes, the excitement coursing through your veins. You were ready to embrace the unknown, to let go of all inhibitions and finally break free. You nodded a silent agreement that sealed your fate. You really give in to him, huh? “Mm... Alright, my Morningstar... Do as you wish.” With your permission granted, Helel grinned, a sinister glint in his golden eyes. He leaned in close, his voice a low whisper in your ear. “Good.” His eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and satisfaction as he felt the heat of your words wash over him. He released a low, rumbling chuckle that resonated through the chamber. “Ah, my insatiable Eveningstar,” he murmured huskily, “your eagerness fuels the fire within me.”

With a swift, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you effortlessly towards the grand bed adorned with silk sheets and dark velvet drapes. As he laid you down gently, his hands moved with purpose, skillfully removing every garment you wear. His touch was firm yet tantalizingly gentle as he explored every inch of your body, tracing patterns of pleasure along your curves. He slowly removed his heavy cape and settled in next to you, he pulled the bust of his short black coat to his side exposing his bare chest. You shivered as you felt his sharp fingers, caressing your hips. His breath was hot and heavy against your skin as he lifted your hips. His eyes drank in the sight of your body, and you felt your heart race as he leaned closer. His lips brushed against yours, and the intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Helel pulled down his trousers as he positioned himself above you, and you felt the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. His golden eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that could ignite galaxies. Lowering himself onto you, he claimed your lips in a searing kiss while simultaneously entering you with a slow and deliberate thrust without a warning. You gasped as he filled you, your entire body trembling with pleasure.

“Mmf... H-Helel...” You moaned his name in his mouth while his tongue explored your mouth, tasting every corner of it. Feeling your inner muscles clench around his cock, Helel pressed down even further, filling you with his length to the hilt. A low groan escaped his lips as he broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours, boring into your very soul. “That's it...” he panted, and his hands roamed over your body, tracing patterns of desire and love across your skin. He began to move within you with a slow, rhythmic intensity, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Let me hear your screams of pleasure as we drown in the inferno that binds us together.” He whispered huskily. You clung to him as the pleasure rose within you, your cries growing louder and louder until you screamed out in pleasure. Oh, your cries are only making him turned even more passionate. Helel let out a deep, throaty moan of pleasure as he felt your inner muscles clench around him. He increased his pace and thrust harder against you, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. “That's it, my Eveningstar,” he growled lowly, “Take me all in... Mmmf– surrender yourself to me.” His hands roamed hungrily over your body as he moved within you with an almost primal intensity. With each thrust came another wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep away any sense of rationality that remained between both of you. “Hah...” He moaned aloud as he felt himself becoming lost in the fire between you two.

You bit your lip and gripped the back of his neck tightly as your nails dug into his flesh and started bleeding. Helel groaned in both pleasure and pain as your nails dug into the back of his neck, fueling the fire that burned within him. His thrusts became more urgent and desperate, matching the intensity of your grip. He gasped and grinned, “You are... enjoying this... aren't you?” His hips moved with a primal rhythm, meeting yours with an unyielding force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with the symphony of your moans and breathless cries. “Mmn... I'm almost there..” As you continued to tighten around him, Helel could feel his release building within him, becoming an unstoppable force ready to consume them both. With one final deep thrust, he let out a guttural groan and released himself inside you, filling you with his semen. He collapsed beside you on the bed, his chest rising and falling heavily as he regained his breath. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he turned towards you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You feel so good...” he whispered, “My beautiful, Eveningstar.”

Both of you panted heavily as Helel kissed you tenderly, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you close. You both lay there in silence, savouring the moment and the connection you had just shared. You looked at him and smirked, “Tired already?” you asked. Helel's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, his breathing steady. “Tired? Far from it, my love,” he purred, his voice laced with desire. “I am merely catching my breath before I continue to ravish you again.” With a swift and fluid motion, he rolled over, pinning you beneath him once again. His hands traced a path of fire along your body as his lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss. “Prepare yourself, Eveningstar,” he whispered against your lips.

“For I am not done with you yet.” 

[ithaqualovers]

Hanging Out With Ithaqua

Angst... Maybe??? plus comfort? UhHh (Sorry for not posting a while y'all tsk tsk) SHORT!! //Please tell me if theres a few grammar and error mistakes '^'`// I MADE THIS AT 2 AM

Tonight, there was a lot of snow falling. Then suddenly, a snowball hit your window that got your attention. You got up to see what was happening. When you opened the window and the wind blew inside, a gust of air filled your room, and then you saw Ithaqua. "Oh, that silly bastard. What does he want?" You thought. 

“Psssst, hey!” Ithaqua called “I want to go out and have fun with you.” His cloak swayed against the cold breeze of the wind. 

“You want to see a secret beneath these woods? Come on! I know you're going to say yes to me...” “How did you know that I will agree with you?” You chuckled at your words and looked at the male. 

“No need to sound surprised. Come on, we are wasting a night for you to stay in your room!” He insisted. “It'll be more fun for me too!” At your hesitation, Ithaqua's voice grew more irritated. “... Ithaqua's getting impatient here!” He grunted. You knew you couldn't just stay in this situation. “Fine! Fine!” You grabbed your cloak and put it on. “Just.. help me get out of this... window—” Ithaqua put his hand to you. “You should have just... used your door... But anyway, grab my hand first.” He gave you a small helping gesture and pulled you out of the window. “Now follow me!” He whispered silently. There was a small trail near that spot and Ithaqua began walking fast as his stilts were making clacking sounds against the snow-covered ground. “Wait up! where are we actually going?” You raised a brow as you asked him a question as you two walked through the forest. Ithaqua glanced back to make sure you were still following him. As you two were walking, Ithaqua got a small stick in the snow. “We are near a big spot that I want to show you.” Ithaqua took your hand secretly and continued walking on a small trail. 

“You know I never told you why me and my mother live in these woods? Do you wonder why we live here?” 

“Why?” You raised a brow and you never really wondered for a long time why Ithaqua and his mother lived together in these woods. “This is a long story, but do not worry...” He stopped at a certain place, turned to you, and put his free hand on the back of your neck. “My mother found me near this place. It was the darkest night, and she was running from the law. As she was running, she saw a lifeless body like mine—I was like a pale corpse without any signs of life. And she made me live again.” The area was filled with trees and silence. You listened to him, and you were a bit shocked. 

“... How do you still remember your past...?” 

“If you only knew the things Mother taught me. I'll never forget it.” Ithaqua chuckled and continued walking. “Anyway, that's why Mother took care of me and why we live in these woods.” The woods were getting darker. You slowly nodded and looked up at the night sky. A single star twinkled in the darkness, and in that moment, you felt a sense of peace. You turned to Ithaqua. “Far away from civilization, am I correct?” Ithaqua nodded. “Yes. I was taught by Mother that civilization is... dangerous.” He was still walking with you towards one destination. 

“Mother isn't very fond of people...” Ithaqua said. You narrowed your eyes at Ithaqua. “Yes, because the people will suspect her of being a witch.” You spoke. Then suddenly Ithaqua glared at you. “... What did you just say?” Ithaqua's eyes furrowed, as he put his free hand on the back of your neck and tilted your chin toward him. His face was now near yours. “Where did you hear that from, Y/N?” You hesitated, unsure of what to say. You knew you couldn't lie to Ithaqua, he could always tell. Taking a deep breath, you finally replied, “I heard people talking about it in town...” 

“So... People think Mother is a witch. And you believed in those things they said...? Witches are not real, Y/N.” Ithaqua said sarcastically. His free hand now gently squeezed your chin softly. "Those are just made from their stupidity." The corners of his lips were curled down, and he was frowning at your hesitation. “Mother has been nice to me. She's kind and gentle.” Your e/c eyes stared into his blue eyes beneath the almond-shaped eyeholes mask. “Ithaqua... Of course, I do not believe them.” You tried to calm him down. “I do not believe what the town said, Ithaqua... I am very sorry, and I did not mean to say that... I am sorry.” You said in a nervous tone. Ithaqua let go of your chin and looked down. His face suddenly cleared from any expression. No smile, no frown, no anger. He was just staring at you. “Oh,” He muttered and turned away. After a while, Ithaqua held your hand and continued walking to a place. “You know, despite Mother's worries, I never felt a chill near her. I am always feeling the warm presence of a mother next to me.” Ithaqua said in a serious tone. You looked at Ithaqua in disbelief, not sure what to make of his words. You were about to say something but forget about it. After a while, the two arrived at the right spot. It was a small clearing in the woods with a single, giant tree in the middle. Ithaqua took your hand and made you stand close to him, in the spot. 

“Look up.” 

“Huh?” You looked up at the large tree that Ithaqua was talking about a while ago. Then you noticed something in the snow under the tree. It was a bunch of snowmen with two leaves on their heads that looked like ears and most of them looked oddly the same. “I made them for you, Y/N.” He said softly. You smiled at him, understanding his gesture. He had made all these snowmen for you, to show how much he cared. “... Thank you, Ithaqua.” You smiled warmly. “They are... adorable. They are very nice.” He smiled back at you, feeling content that you liked his gift. “Ah, you are welcome.” He gave you his cute smile again behind the mask. “The night isn't over yet.” He held your hand again. 

“I wanted to show you something else, too...” 

“Hm? What is it?” 

“Just follow me.” He walked again with you holding his hand. Soon, the two of you climbed to the top of the large tree branch. "Take a look over there." He whispered and pointed in a specific direction. “Huh, where?” You were a bit confused as you looked around. Ithaqua chuckled softly then his voice grew intense, and he looked at you, making sure you followed his instructions by looking in the same direction. “Just... take a look. You'll see something interesting. That spot where I pointed, right there.” The spot was very close to where you two were. You suddenly saw a light and it was the town. It was beautiful from afar, the colours of the light of the place blending together in the night sky. “Oh... The town...?” Ithaqua's face seemed serious while staring at it. He let go of your hand. His cold breath was now fogging up. His eyes were filled with some sort of disappointment. He seemed to be lost in thought for what seemed like a long time. What happened to him? After Ithaqua let out a deep sigh, he snapped back to the reality. “Do you think they'll ever welcome Mother in that civilization, Y/N?” He finally asked you. You looked at Ithaqua with a shock expression, you already felt how much he was struggling. Due to the few years ago when the incident happened... You didn't know what to say. You felt like you wanted to say the right thing, but you couldn't find the words. Suddenly he looked away, his gaze now fixed on the horizon. His voice was hollow when he whispered, “Never mind... Forget about it, it was just.. a silly thought.” Ithaqua chuckled nervously and breath heavily. You could see the disappointment in his eyes. He sighed again and leaned against the trunk. “So much snow fell tonight. The cold wind seems to remind me of something...” He sounded deep. “It feels... peaceful here.” He mumbled. He looked back at your face. You looked at him, unsure of what to say. 

“Y/N...” Ithaqua hesitated. 

“Huh?” You raised a brow. 

“You know... I really trust you because you are my only best friend, right?” 

“Yeah?” 

“And I... do not mean to be... intrusive, but...” His face turned serious and his eyes seemed deep. 

“Could you help me with one thing?” 

“Sure, what is it?” 

Ithaqua hesitated for a moment. “Can you... hug me? And stay with me for a while?” He finally spoke up. But he sounded a tiny bit desperate... You let out a sigh and smiled warmly, then you opened your arms and immediately hugged him tightly. You held him close and you could feel him shaking in your arms. Ithaqua felt a sudden calmness when you hugged him. He put his free hand behind your collar to pull you closer. His cold hands, but they still felt welcoming. “Thank you.” he said softly as he put his head down on top of your head, breathing slowly. “You are welcome, Ithaqua.” You saw him close his eyes. A peaceful, silent night, full of falling snow, and a feeling of peace. You felt so comfortable while hugging Ithaqua. You never felt this welcome somewhere else, even in your home. But it was different with Ithaqua. 

“You are the only person I have... Y/N. Do not ever leave me...” 

[ithaqualovers]

ARF AARF ARF AWOOO

[ithaqualovers]

HUAHJFFHH ITHA AND LUCAAAADFAAD

[ithaqualovers]

“The Moon is Beautiful yet so Bright, Is it not?”

This is the last one!! If you wanna see part 1 click here!

Ithaqua stayed silent, and he was still for a moment. When you put your hand on his shoulder and hugged him, he felt a wave of warmth in his cold heart. After everything that happened to him and his mother, he lost all hope in humanity. But your hug was the only human kindness he had received in all these years, and that was the only moment he felt that he was not alone in a world full of madness. “You... understand me...? I see... then you also know my pain.” He smiled and gently hugged you back. “Yes, I understand your pain and what you have been through a lot in your past, Ithaqua. Your mother did raise you well... But you do not deserve those suffering past,” It was a comforting expression on your face that you conveyed as your lips curled into a gentle smile. “You deserve better, Ithaqua.”    

Ithaqua was quiet for a moment again and then breathed out a deep, heavy breath. “You are right. I did not deserve what happened to me.” he smiled back. His voice was warmer, gentler and more affectionate after you showed him a bit of human kindness. He felt a kind of warmth, like a kind of motherly affection, in his chest. He was pleased that someone understood him and his pain, and he looked at you, his blue irises shining and his face showing a slight smile. “I'm glad you understand. No one should ever experience what I've lived through in life... I want you to be the light of my cold heart... will you help me?” You could see the hope of your presence in his soul as he asked, “... Will you, do it?” As you sat there silently and stared at him in shock, your eyes widened in shock, and you felt an overwhelming desire to be with him and assist him in whatever he needed. Then you smiled. “Certainly! I will do my best to help you however I can, Ithaqua. I will be assisting you with everything you require.” Ithaqua felt a sigh of relief as he saw the look of surprise on your face, and your wide eyes looked at him as if you were startled. If you were surprised, he was too. All those years of isolation and coldness were now shattered as you offered to help him and be the light of his heart. He never thought that someone as kind, as good-natured as you, would appear in his life. His icy heart was warmed again, and you had reignited a small spark inside him, his hope of the light that existed in your soul. Ithaqua couldn't believe his eyes. He thought he was dreaming. Was this the hope that he always desired to receive after all these years? “You will... help me?” "Of course, I will help you." As you gently placed your hand on top of his head, you gently pulled down his hood, revealing his silver hair beneath, and then softly stroked it in a gentle manner. “Ithaqua, regardless of what happens, I promise to be remained by your side.”  

Ithaqua was surprised by the feeling of your gentle hand stroking his long, silver-platinum hair. Your soothing, pleasant touch warmed his cold chest as you made your promise. Your hand, your touch, your words, all those gestures, all those kind acts of yours, warmed his heart in ways he couldn't imagine. Ithaqua’s cold lips were quivering in emotions. He was speechless, and his eyes were full of gratitude for your gesture and your affection toward him. “Your kindness is a balm to my soul, Y/n.” He came closer as he whispered in your ear, and a tear of joy ran down his cheek, as he embraced you tightly, crying like a child "Please remain with me... forever." When Ithaqua embraced you, it was as if he was hugging his own mother, and the tears that were streaming down his face were filled with sorrow. Seeing that Y/n could see the pain in his eyes, you gave him a warm smile and hugged him back while gently scratching his scalp. You responded softly, “I will...” with a smile on your face. “Now... Let's eat. I am in dire need of food.” Ithaqua wiped his moist eyes when he heard your comforting voice. He had never in his life felt such affection and kindness. He had never received anything like that, since the death of his mother. “Let’s eat then.” “Alright!”.  

That night, they had their meal, an incredibly delicious meal, cooked by Ithaqua. They enjoyed the moment, having dinner while they discussed many things, from their past to the present situation, and to each other's future plans for their lives; they talked in such an intense, yet calm and enjoyable way for many hours, and their conversation became deeper and deeper, the more it progressed and they even talked about their true feelings, their secrets, and even their hidden emotions something that was like talking about their entire souls. Then suddenly you glanced at him, and said, “Oh, I forgot something to say. Do you want to see something truly amazing?” Ithaqua's eyes met your own, with a lot of curiosity and interest “Truly amazing? ... What do you mean?” he asked, while he finished eating his food, as his curiosity grew even bigger when you talked about something truly amazing. Then you grabbed his arm and dragged him as you led him to the forest. “Come on!” Afterward, you two walked to a cliff and saw the night sky, the aurora borealis, and the full moon. “See the northern lights? It is such a divine phenomenon.” It was a beautiful night, so you sat down on the ground and admired the dancing lights and the full moon that illuminated the night sky. Ithaqua’s blue irises were fixed on the wonderful northern lights, that shone brightly; and his mouth was left open by the beautiful phenomenon that illuminated the night sky. He could not believe his eyes for such a sight, it was indeed a divine phenomenon, something so beautiful, something so divine and he was absolutely amazed. “It's... beautiful....” He whispered, while his entire body filled with an incredible, divine sensation of awe and wonder, as he sat down beside you, while he was looking at the amazing lights. “I agree... It is a beauty of nature, and so is the moon.” You chuckled in response and then turned to look at him, “The moon is beautiful yet so bright, is it not?” Ithaqua was still amazed by the wonderful northern lights, they were like a divine sign. To him, they were something out of this world something that seemed to be a great mystery to him, that left him speechless, with his own mouth hanging open. His pale, light blue eyes, looked directly at the beautiful full moon in the sky, and he looked straight at it, in a sort of hypnotized gaze, as if the moon drew him into its glow. He snapped out of his trance, and he responded to you “It is indeed beautiful” A soft laugh escaped your lips as you said, “You know what? I am starting to feel fond of you.” Ithaqua seemed a bit surprised at your sudden compliment, as he looked at you with a confused look on his face “Fond of me...?” He whispered as he slightly tilted his head. “I am saying that I like you,” you said. At the mention of those words, Ithaqua’s heart suddenly began to beat faster. His soul had lit up like a light that had finally been rekindled; that simple, sincere word, had just made his heart move and fill with joy and happiness, like something he had never felt before. He stayed silent for a moment. He was absolutely speechless, as his eyes widened before the red in his cheeks grew even redder, as he replied.  

“... I like you too, Y/n” 

As Y/n drew closer to Ithaqua's face, Y/n smiled even wider as Y/n looked into his eyes. Their lips were mere inches away, and then they pressed their lips together as they kissed passionately under the night sky, the dancing colourful lights, and the glowing full moon. 

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can i. can i give hair down bedo a lil kith pls. actually i'd like to give all your art kithes /pos

You may kiss the boy! And thank you! 😭💗

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WORKING ON FOR THE ANOTHER ITHAQUA FICS 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Wanted to draw their cute lil comicup outfits again

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Beneath The Heart of The Cold Winter.

(TW: Slight gore, blood, mentions of torturing)

(HEY Y'ALL THIS IS MY FIRST POST, PLEASE TELL ME IF THERES A MISTAKES ((since uhh... English isn't my native language huh-uh)) sorry for the caps!) Part 2 is here!

Walking through the cold, wicked woods, the cold wind shivers against your entire body. As you go further, you support yourself with your arms and the cloak wrapped around your body to keep you warm, and until then, you hear a whistle nearby. A creature appears in the wintery foggy forest night, then the hunter sees you, grips the ice axe tightly, and comes closer to you “…What do you seek here…?” The creature asks. Then something got your heart pounding when you saw glowing blue iris eyes looking at you. “I seek through these woods…” you said, looking away from the tall creature standing before you, wearing a blue cloak with look-alike bat ears and a featureless mask. The tall figure slowly reaches to get a better look at you. The towering figure’s long and sharp ice axe remains close to its side. “Who are you…?” The creature’s blue irises eyes stared at you carefully, and the beast gripped the ice axe tightly. “I would say you shall turn back unless you want to end up like the other fools. No one has ever left this place alive, only to die miserably to the cold, the blood, and my hand.”

The creature’s cold, deadened expression, and unblinking eyes made a shiver go down your spine “…Why are you looking through this place…?��� The hunter said coldly. The freezing air cut through your flesh. Even the wintery clothing couldn't hold the biting wind. The tall figure took a few steps closer, the ice axe rattling as the creature gripped it tighter. The ice axe almost made a chilling sound, like a scream of fear, when the wind cut and whistled through the open night. The creature was nearly mere inches near you, and now you could feel his cold breath blowing against you. You muttered softly and looked down at the ground, slightly nervous because of this tall figure. You became silent momentarily and then looked up at him with narrow eyes. Your eyes were like e/c and in fear. The hunter’s eyes judged you as if you looked so naïve, yet you were. “I was… I was searching for shelter…” you said. You felt the cold breeze in your body, making yourself shudder. 

“…Shelter? My advice is to run, or I must be forced to kill you… The shelter you seek… it will never be found again. Not in your lifetime… Not in the afterlife… Do you still seek that shelter?” The tall figure's eyes narrowed, and gripping the ice axe in their hand, ready to strike. “Make your choice…” The creature took a few steps back and stared at you while you inspected the hunter’s cold, icy, pale blue eyes gleaming in this night like a piercing light from the darkness of hell. You felt you could see your own reflection in it, a pale review of fear and sorrow, just like your fate.

You look at the hunter with fear in your eyes, and you try not to cost any trouble while you stare into its blue irises, and its cold stare makes you tremble in fear. “… Yes, I am shivering to death in this place… And I am quite lost…” you said nervously to the creature. Oh, how brave you are, able to confront the hunter. “…You are lost…?” The tall figure said slowly. The cold, expressionless demeanor gradually changed, with a glimpse of hesitation and compassion appearing in the creature’s eyes. The creature’s icy breath blew against your neck, the cold wind cutting through your flesh, making you shake. The tall figure took off his cloak and held it in his hand. He slowly held off the fur mantle for you “…Take it.” Seeing the creature's appearance is just a young man wearing weird clothes. The hunter looks at you, and his eyes soften, and he seems to lower his ice axe. He sighs. “Do you wish for shelter…?” he asks, trying to put away this hostile persona for now.

“Yes… please.” You nodded, wrapping his cloak around your body to warm yourself. As you looked down, the young man wore a sleeveless, quilted navy vest, a dull purplish-blue tunic with long sleeves, matching trousers with haphazard gray stitching, and animal-hide snow boots. As stilts, curved metal blades are bound to his legs with white linen bandages. In addition to the leather belt around his throat, another runs down his chest and around his waist. “…. Thank you, however… you'll catch a cold,” you mumbled worriedly. “… It will not bother me. I am used to it,” he said softly, looking towards the endless, foggy forest, his eyes shining like two pale, piercing gems. There was a moment of silence as the two stared at each other in the cold, fog-filled night. “…What is your name…?” The young man asked bluntly but now sounding gentler, and he also took off his featureless mask, revealing a bit of his pale face. He had long, white hair, pale skin, and pale blue eyes. You couldn't see any expression on his face except for a sense of sadness.

When the young man took off his featureless mask revealing his face to you, you were shocked by how good-looking he was. However, you notice that he had a cold personality. Then when he took off his mask, it clearly showed his stunning looks. “… I am… Y/n…” you said your name to him, with a slight faint blush on your cheeks as if you were starting to like him even though he was still a stranger. The young man’s cold, deadened expression changed again, as you could now see him showing more emotions after he removed his mask. He had a calm smile on his face. His eyes gleamed like an icy clear blue in the sky. His white hair flowed in the wind, and his cold breath blew against your face. He smiled like an angel, but his piercing, icy eyes were a bit unsettling. It was still hard to believe you were talking to such a cold, reserved, serious man. You had never seen anyone like Ithaqua. “Call me Ithaqua..” The young man said.

Y/n smiled gently, finally knowing the young male's name. You look at him with your pretty smile. Your e/c eyes were like gleaming beautifully through his pale sapphire eyes. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ithaqua.” you tilted your head a little, staring into his eyes. Your fear of him was gone as if it disappeared when he revealed his identity. “The pleasure is all mine, Y/n.” Ithaqua’s calm voice sounded a bit like a melodic song. It was a soothing sound that made one feel relaxed. You felt your worries fading as you stared into his cold, sharp eyes. You felt a bit warmer as you wrapped his cloak around you, but the cold wind still cut through your flesh. You still felt your breath freezing in your lungs, your blood freezing, and your mind shaking because of the icy cold of this dreadful night. “Where did you come from?” He asked. You shivered slightly as you still felt the cold wind brushing your skin, then you wrapped yourself tightly with the cloak he gave you. The cold breeze of the wind has gotten more robust, “… S-somewhere far away… F-from where I lived…” you stuttered, shivering from the cold.

The male’s pale, icy eyes had a strange, sharp, piercing look in the dark, foggy wintery forest. His expression remained calm, his cold, icy breath blowing against your hair. You could see the tiny snowflakes falling from the sky, like the tears of the sad night sky, as you heard the deafening wind whistle in your ears. You felt like you were standing in the center of the earth's cold heart, the heart of this winter night. You looked him in the eyes, seeing his sharp blue orbs staring at you, piercing your soul. “What are you…. running away from…?” he asked once again as the wind blew harsher. “I n-need… s-shelter… Please…” You replied weakly and didn’t answer what he was asking, trying not to shut your eyes because you were getting weak from the cold and could not handle it. Ithaqua stared at you with his icy blue eyes, his cold breath sweeping over your face. The wind's howling was getting louder, and the snowflakes fell faster. It was clear that a terrible blizzard was coming and that the temperature would drop rapidly in the coming hours. You needed shelter or would surely die in the appalling cold on this awful night. He held out his hand, inviting you to hold it, his calm, melodic voice sounding in her ears as he spoke, “…Come with me.” You have tightly to his hand, but your body begins to feel weak; your eyes close as you faint, falling into his arms. Your heartbeat was still pounding but rapidly. As Ithaqua catches you, he begins to carry you in his slim arms. Bringing you somewhere near to keep you safe.

He gently picked you up with his long slim arms, his white hair flowing, shining in the moon's dim light. The snow on the ground, the snowflakes falling from the sky, the howling of the wind, the cold, freezing breeze cutting through your flesh. It all vanished for a moment. You felt as if you were being carried in the arms of an angel, far away from this terrible world. You open your eyes slightly and slowly look up at Ithaqua, and you know that he is carrying you; you then give him a small smile. “Have we nearly arrived…?” you asked gently in a low tone before placing your head on his chest. When you placed her head on his chest, the snow on your hair started to melt. Ithaqua walked in the snowy woods, with only the cold, wintery moonlight guiding him in the dark, foggy night. The cold wind was howling and screeching against the trees, the snowflakes falling from the sky like beautiful gems. He carried you in his arms in this terrible cold of this night. Even the temperature in the air was getting colder, dropping rapidly. The temperature dropped to negative forty celsius tonight. It was almost unbearable. But you were so peaceful, calm, and safe. Your breath was stable, and you became unconscious in his arms, yet you were still alive. You needed rest after your long journey from your town to the Far North on Plateau Leng. Your body is still weak, and you cannot move one inch.

Ithaqua carefully carried you into his campsite, a campfire in the middle of his tent. There were no sounds, only the howling wind cutting through the wood trees like a screeching and howling wolf. The wind was howling, the temperature was dropping, close to the negative fifty-five degrees Celsius of this blizzardy night, and the snowflakes were falling faster, like the tears of a broken-hearted winter sky. On this terrible night, it was almost impossible to survive without proper protection. After a long, tiring walk, carrying you in his arms, he reached his tent and went inside. The warmth of the tent hit them, and the warmth instantly filled their chest. After Ithaqua laid you down against the blanket from a grizzly bear’s fur, you could feel more heat as your clothes and skin were no longer freezing. “Rest well, Y/n.”

After a few hours passed by, you finally woke up from your slumber. You did not even know where you were, but a light of sunlight shone through you in the slit of the tent's door. “Where am I...?” you questioned yourself as you looked around, but you saw a lantern near you, and then you noticed that the lantern was from Ithaqua, which was attached to his ice axe. You assumed he took it off for you to have a light inside to ensure you were warm. Ithaqua was sitting in front of a campfire with his ice axe as he cooked some warm meat from his kill on the previous hunt in the snowy woods. The smell of raw blood also attracted you as his ice axe dripped with fresh blood. The smell of blood made your mouth water, and you felt hungry. So hungry, you were so skinny and so malnourished. You go out and see what Ithaqua is doing. When you walked toward the tent's exit, you saw the elk's body lying in front of the tent, and Ithaqua's ice axe, dripping with its fresh, red, warm blood. A raw hare is in the process of cooking; something more interesting: is a dead elk. How did he succeed in killing an elk and eating it? “You killed an elk...” you were amused, but when you saw the blood of the dead excited you. This was enough to make your mouth water, as you are extremely hungry, tired, and weak due to being lost in the forest for the night. Your hunger was so great that you could feel that it was almost eating you from the inside. You had never felt such an extreme urge in your life. It was unbearable for you, as you could practically taste the blood like you used to in your past. You were pretty nervous, and though you were hungry, you hadn't eaten for a day from traveling so far to here. 

You came to Ithaqua and sat beside him, watching how he cooked the hare and slaughtered the elk “... Do you live alone?” you ask Ithaqua while watching him remove the organs of the elk, a bloody crimson that spreads momentum on the snow-covered ground. Ithaqua glanced over at you with his blue irises. Ithaqua was calmly cutting off pieces of meat from the elk's body when he noticed your presence beside him. He slowly turned his cold, pale eyes toward you while holding the bloody flesh from the elk's body. Some of the bloody crimson mess made it to his face, which did not affect him. After taking out all the internal organs of the elk, he took the meat and started slowly and carefully cooking it. “Yes. I live... alone.”

You noticed his still cold expression toward you, and you furrowed your brows worriedly “I see..." you looked away and down at the snow-covered ground "Do you have a guardian...? A parent? Mother or a father?” you asked, looking at the white-haired young man while he cut the elk's body. Ithaqua paused, with the icy cold wind howling in the background, as he took a few seconds before answering. He could almost hear the frozen knives cutting through his flesh, as the wind started to get louder, and the temperature went below negative twenty-one. He then spoke again, in his cold voice, as the wintery morning kept getting longer in the deep abyss of this long and cold noon sky “That is none of your concern.” He said with a cold, expressionless tone. 

“Oh, really? Is that so?” Y/n pouts. 

“...” Ithaqua looks away then you came closer to him. 

“Please tell me your story, I want to know you more!” You begged and gave him with those puppy eyes of yours. 

“No.” Ithaqua hissed. 

“Pretty please? Let me hear your story.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. 

“... I will tell you, my story. You are too irritating and would not stop.” Ithaqua sighed “Now. Get off me.” he scolded. 

You became silent as you listened to his story, “A kind woman raised me, my mother. She brought me into the light of the years before. I was warmed beneath her love... But only if she had recently told me about those demons who search and torture "witches", I should have saved her from them and left our home. Still, she did not.” Ithaqua muttered and looked away from your gaze, who was listening to his backstory in disbelief. Ithaqua noticed that “... It was too late. On that day... Those intruders broke into our home, burned the house, and took my mother away from me... And that hideous devil man, I will never forget for what he has done. Once, I followed them and saw him with my mother, torturing her like an animal. I saw it with my own eyes, so I took revenge and stabbed him in the back.” 

The moment you heard that story, you shivered in shock. You understood what Ithaqua was talking about because of the terrible actions that those foolish people had done to him. It was like a knife that went straight into your heart, to your cold, icy heart. No wonder Ithaqua is so cold and so emotionless. He is still in pain and wants to take it and turn it into revenge. For the first time in a long time, a frown appeared on Ithaqua’s ordinarily cold, sharp face as the wind became louder and the snow fell more rapidly from the sky. It was still morning, and the blizzard was starting to rage once again. It was starting to get cold, but he could not forget the smile on the man’s ugly face that looked like his. The smile of a demon. It disgusts him. You had heard his story and felt so sorry for his fate. Ithaqua stayed silent for a moment. He was reflecting on his past, which was a sad and terrible past full of tragedy. He could see the suffering and the pain he went through as he told the story. That was a past that he would instead not remember and rather forget it. The memories, the pain, the fear, the despair, and the one that looks identical to him kidnapped his mother, which was all too terrible for him. His past seemed filled with evil deeds that he would never forget. “But in exchange… my mother’s humanity had lost… I had no other choice, and I could not help her with it… I cannot forget this past. It is a part of me.” Ithaqua said. 

“The man you said who looks identically as you, where he your brother…? … The man who kidnapped your mother…?” you asked. “… Hearing that word left a revolting taste in your mouth, Y/n.” Ithaqua’s eyes became wet with tears as he reflected on his past. He thought about the past and his mother, and he had a feeling of sadness that made him shed tears for a long time. “He wasn't identical to me inside… he was a monster, a fool.” The memory was still painful for him. “I killed him. After everything was over, my only mission left in this world… was to kill him to save my mother. I succeeded in murdering him. But the price of the after-end... My mother did not make it. The evil deeds that the devil had done were too evil, even for the world itself. Now his heart burns in the depths of hell for the rest of eternity. He will be tormented there. And I… will not be… with him... nor the Norwells.” he sighed while his hand tightened around his ice axe. “He, and the men of his party, tortured my mother for being a witch because they found her to be a threat. I killed them all. I slaughtered them, and he, who tortured my mother before my eyes, was not spared. I avenged my mother's death, and I avenged my own heart at the cost of losing myself…” You could see on his face a sad frown. He stared down at the ground when he said his last words. “I am sorry about your mother… the man was fierce, but I am glad he has gone… I get it… Do you constantly remind yourself of that man whenever you see him on your face because you do not want to look so similar to him? And because of that, you always wear a mask…?” you raised a question once again. What naïve you are. Ithaqua stared at his ice axe, feeling guilty. He sighed as he looked up at your e/c eyes “…Yes. I do. In the mirror, I always see his ugly face. So, to forget everything and the things he did to my mother. I wear a mask. I hide myself because I refuse to be my worst enemy.” He was silent for a moment. His blue irises eyes were still sad, but this was a pain he had to carry on his shoulders, from this world where suffering and tragedies took an essential part of his life “I cannot stand seeing his face. I cannot stand him after the terrible deeds he did to my mother. His face reminds me of death. Of the terrible days in the past of the suffering I went through when I saw my own mother tortured, before my own eyes, it wasn't amusing. The screams of agony from my poor, innocent mother… my mother's final plea to give her death… that made me who I am today.” He paused for a moment. This was why he always wore a mask to look nothing like his identical twin, the fool. He tightened his grip around his ice axe. You could sense the pain and the anger in his heart, not only for that terrible man but for himself as well. “I hate looking in the mirror… I hate looking… at …him. I cannot change the way I look… and I would not… but I can at least hide my features with a mask. That does not mean that I still won't feel any different. I just… can't bear to witness the image of my own face when I look so much like him.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder and spoke, “… You have suffered too much, as I do. I understand your pain... We all have it, too.” you smiled and hugged him. Ithaqua was slightly surprised at your embrace, but his lips curled into a gentle, sad smile when you embraced him.  

“... Thank you, Y/n...”