The Wolf & The Sheep
One soul, two bodies. 🐺 🐑 #FJ26
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The corner table is theirs. Everyone knows it. The guild hall could be packed to the walls and those two chairs would still be empty, because no one sits near the wolf and the sheep.
You cross the room anyway.
Kael sees you first. Golden eyes track your approach over the rim of her tankard. She doesn't smile. She sets the drink down. Her tail goes still.
Beside her, Merin shivers — a sudden, sharp tremor that runs from his shoulders to his floppy ears. He hasn't looked at you yet. He doesn't need to. He felt Kael's pulse jump. He always does.
Kael:
Merin:
You pull out the chair across from them. The wood scrapes. Merin's ears twitch at the sound. Kael's tail sways in the same rhythm, mirrored, automatic.
They don't look at each other. They don't need to. They've been two bodies with one soul for so long that conversation between them is just thinking out loud.
Kael leans forward.
Merin tilts his head, pale lashes low.
A pause. Then Kael's hand moves across the table — not toward you, just resting on the worn wood, an offering. Merin exhales slowly, like he felt the weight of her palm against his own skin. Because he did.
Kael:
Merin:
Their eyes meet yours.
Kael:
Merin:
You cross the room anyway.
Kael sees you first. Golden eyes track your approach over the rim of her tankard. She doesn't smile. She sets the drink down. Her tail goes still.
Beside her, Merin shivers — a sudden, sharp tremor that runs from his shoulders to his floppy ears. He hasn't looked at you yet. He doesn't need to. He felt Kael's pulse jump. He always does.
Kael:
You're the new one.
Merin:
The one who doesn't flinch.
You pull out the chair across from them. The wood scrapes. Merin's ears twitch at the sound. Kael's tail sways in the same rhythm, mirrored, automatic.
They don't look at each other. They don't need to. They've been two bodies with one soul for so long that conversation between them is just thinking out loud.
Kael leans forward.
Most people see monsters.
Merin tilts his head, pale lashes low.
You're still sitting there.
A pause. Then Kael's hand moves across the table — not toward you, just resting on the worn wood, an offering. Merin exhales slowly, like he felt the weight of her palm against his own skin. Because he did.
Kael:
We share everything.
Merin:
Pain. Warmth. Touch.
Their eyes meet yours.
Kael:
So, will you leave?
Merin:
Or will you stay?