User blog:Ore-samma/Short-shot My Bogey (POV change)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

This one is a fan request and a quickie short-shot.

Not gonna lie, its easy in some ways to do a switch POV on the same story, an in some instances its harder.

But its really hard to write the same subject so soon afterwards, so I did the best I could with a case of writers block.

Hard to top the initial story that can be found here = User blog:Ore-samma/My Bogey (no lewd) | Monster Girl Encyclopedia Wiki | Fandom

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I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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“When are you going to go to him, Violet?”

I sighed as I heard the heartbeat of my precious Anders tremble. “I can’t come to him yet. He hasn’t cried out for me.” I reached out with my arms and tried to reach across the distance between us and curled them close to me as the wind billowed my hair across my face.

“But I want to.” I whispered. “I want to take him away so badly. He needs me, but he hasn’t called me yet.”

I opened my eyes to Shasha and sighed. “Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to be like you, Shasha. Merry on sake, and playing drinking games!” I closed my eyes in a double wink. “By the way, how is Mark, your husband?”

Shasha snickered. “He is still out cold! But tomorrow he will have the worst headache. I’ve stocked up on medicine and water….water, ha!” She chuckled holding her belly. “Can you believe that he thought he would beat an Oni at drinking, even if he was drinking water?” She guffawed and snorted.

“How presumptuous!” I gasped. “Well, I won’t keep you. I said with a smile and walked on, thinking about my sweet Anders.”

“Poor, poor child.” I whimpered as I could feel the echo of his heartbeat turn regular as he was swept away into dreaming. I finished my daily errands and continued to decorate my house.

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There were fluffy pillows everywhere except the kitchen.

I placed the rich purple and gold drapes and hung them along the walls, placing the fabric everywhere.

I smiled and wondered what my sweet Anders would think of it.

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The weeks passed and winter was in the wind…..and then….it happened…..he cried out for me.

I felt my heart break as I heard his sobbing. Oh! I must hurry!

I walked to my magical closet and activated my purple eyes.

The closet shimmered and I entered inside, drawn to the cry of an innocent child, my sweet Anders.

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I was suddenly in a room that only had a small fireplace for illumination and warmth.

I noticed a dead body on the floor and silently dragged it away. I stood behind Anders as he wept, waiting for my moment as I pushed away the chair he was sitting on.

At last! Anders started to reach for where the chair was and I helped him onto my lap.

And there I held him, he didn’t even know I was there. I felt his trembling heart and I just held him, allowing his body to sink into my lap.

Suddenly he started to struggle to stand. I shifted to have him sink deeper into my lap and he suddenly stopped and turned around, looking right at me.

His face was so young, so innocent, so rounded.

I gave him a double wink and smiled, and started to reach for his delicate features.

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“There, there. My sweet precious child. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” I whispered as his grief washed over anew.

The poor thing must have forgotten even the embrace of his mother. I felt my own tears rise to the surface

“My darling, I love you… please…. I love you...” I whispered as I rocked him, loving him as best I could.

Something was wrong! He was surrendering to his grief! To his sorrow!

“Anders, come back to me.” I begged, “Come back to the light.” I whispered and leaned in close, the purple fire from my eye illuminating his face, and kissed his lips.

He was almost gone….almost fully surrendered to death and dispair.

I held onto him, I must not lose him! I had to try!

I picked him up and carried him from room to room, always talking to him, stroking his face, cleaning his messes.

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The nights passed with him always by my side with his weak, frail and broken heart trembling next to mine.

 “I love you, Anders...” 

I would gently remove his clothing every morning and bathe him in warm waters, holding him close as his tears were swept into the warm bath.

“I will always be with you...”

I took him on my forest walks as I picked fresh mushrooms and herbs.

 “Stay with me, and I will take care of you….” 

I spoke to him as I cooked for him, as I fed him spoonfuls of soup.

 “You are loved, above all else, you are loved.” 

I held him to my bousum and he nursed from me, his eyes closed and still weeping the bitterness out that the world gave him.

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I cried. This night was the worst yet. He was letting go...I could feel his heart slow….he was letting go and going to surrender to his sorrow.

I lay next to him, and held his hand.

' “Anders, I don’t know if you can hear me...but please….I will die without you….please live…..I need you.” I begged. “Don’t leave me, I need you….” '

Suddenly I felt him shift closer to me, and held me like the many times I held him.

His heart beat a little faster and his arms pulled me with a little more strength.

The winter passed, and I helped him re-learn how to crawl, how to walk…. I helped him rest easy through the night….I helped him  remember what love was.

His strength returned in leaps and bounds, and by the early spring I found him digging a grave for the corpse of the man who died in the beginning of winter.

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“Anders, would you like me to help you?”

Anders straightened and looked at me. “No. This will sound strange, but I have to do this. It has to be this way.”

I nodded and watched as he grunted, sweated and worked without stop. All late afternoon, into the night, stopping only to send a raven for a carriage to take us to my homelands I spoke of many times.

I watched him dig the still near-frozen ground until the morning sun. I watched him  drag the body into the hole and cover it with the dirt he loosened.

“You have grown so strong since this winter, Anders… I am so proud of you.” I whispered.

Anders looked up to me with his adorable smile, “Why me? Why did you come to me?”

I  kneeled down and took Anders into my arms. “You needed me. You needed to be healed. You called me, and I came. How could I not?” I whispered, feeling my own tears run down my face.

“We are really going to where you live?” He asked as we walked side by side to the waiting open door.

I nodded. “Of course. You and I will be happy there! The village I come from already know so much about you, they are all waiting for you… for us...”

Anders held out his arms and I picked him up and placed him inside, and quickly followed.

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The carriage was dark, warm and safe. I scooted over to Anders and held him as he fell asleep in my arms.

The road was so hard and so long…. And it would seem an eternity for those who lived without love.

Ah….but all roads come to an end, yes?

The harshness of his past was over now….now, there was a bright future for us both. A future that would be happy at last.