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Fugue was standing amongst a flock of butterflies. There were so many of different shapes and sizes that he wouldn’t be able to count them, even if he had a lifetime to do it. Their gossamer wings created a breeze that pressed against his skin and made his eyes feel cold. He touched his fingers to them and found that tears were clinging to his lashes and staining his markings. His fingertips came away red. He observed his own hands, the slender fingers and the fragile wrists: hands that were unable to play instruments or do heavy lifting. Hands that seemed like those of a stranger.

Through the flock of butterflies a second pair of hands reached for him. They were familiar and warm, as fragile as his were. When they touched his face, Fugue could smell lilies of the valley and lavender. Her wrists were always perfumed like that.

“Fugue, honey. Why are you crying?”

The musen frowned and blinked, trying to make out the shapeless shadow in the torrent of butterflies. He saw flashes of pale skin, long black hair and the sweetest smile imaginable. “Zoufie?”

She was wearing the white dress she’d donned when they had exchanged wedding vows. It seemed an eternity ago, but Fugue remembered. Her belly was swollen, pregnant with their child. With her hair tied back with white ribbons and her feet naked, she danced around, sending butterflies scattering. Only darkness remained.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet, Fugue,” she said sweetly, taking his hand and guiding him deeper into the darkness. At some point Fugue thought he’d closed his eyes because everything around him had disappeared, including the image of Zoufie. There was just a little boy there, his dark hair shining in the moonlight. He was delicate of frame and looked like a porcelain doll. His face wore no expression and his eyes were empty. With a feeling of dread knotting his stomach, Fugue realised the boy looked like his wife. This was his son. Or, would have been his son, if he had lived. A butterfly landed on the boy’s nose. The child made no move to chase it away. It didn’t even notice the butterfly there.

From behind, Zoufie appeared to embrace the child. Her long black hair shielded her face and she was eerily quiet as she kissed the boy’s cheek. Her lips were covered in blood and her kiss made the boy in her arms dissolve into dust. Fugue had to watch how his beloved wife tried to scrape the remains of their child together, crooning and crying and looking up to him with blood coming from her mouth. She was crying and wasting, eaten up by the curse and the sickness that had killed her. She tried to reach for him, but before he could touch her, she was gone to dust as well and Fugue woke with a start.

Breathing raggedly, the musen felt sick to his stomach. It had been awhile since he’d had a vivid dream like that and he was shaken to the core. Skin clammy and sweaty, Fugue grew anxious at the fact he couldn’t sense anyone near him. The children all had preferred to sleep with their mothers when they’d heard the first claps of dry thunder earlier that evening and Fugue had not managed to find anyone else to cuddle up to without making them feel uncomfortable. He could feel his body cramp up, an irrational fear befalling him. He needed the contact, the reassurance of someone there with him, a slight sliver of confirmation that he wasn’t alone.

He couldn’t see very well in the dark, but he didn’t need his eyes to seek out the warmth of another body. He instinctively drew closer to the one nearest to him, the crunch of high grass being flattened the only signal he had shifted from his own sleeping spot next to one of the wagons to rest himself as close as he possibly could to someone else without touching them. Back to back, Fugue shivered as he compressed his body into a small ball. He tried to calm his breathing, not knowing the one he had slid up to wasn’t as fast asleep as he’d initially thought.
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Night time was not a time for sleeping. It had never been. Truth be told? Alexander did not sleep. He spend his days watching, observing and recording things with his mind, so that when night fell, he could write it all down. No disturbances, nothing or no one to keep him from writing. That entailed the first two hour of his night. After that, he would sit, close his eyes and clear his mind to let it have some rest. This took about three hours a night, usually. Then it would be time to write about the lands he was in, providing the Library with detailed descriptions of how might be different from the last time a Peace Keeper travelled them.

By the time this was finished, the sun would usually rise and he would continue his journey. Tonight, however, fate had different plans for him. For it was only as he just set aside his books, having finished his tale of the Road's end and the Troupe's beginning, that someone crawled up to him. Already in his meditative position, he opened one eye to look at what was disturbing him.

A body. Against his own. Opening both eyes now, he turned his head to look at the top of a honey blond head. The musen. For some strange, mysterious reason, the man must have thought that Alexander was his bed. But why on earth would he do that? It made no sense. The Peace Keeper already felt his will to meditate slip away as he was faced with this new and intriguing puzzle.

The musen had a reason for doing this. But what could it be? Alexander was not flat and cushiony, like the beds mortals preferred to sleep in. He was not as warm as a bed, was he? Nor was there a blanket around.

'So he must not think I am a bed, then.' Mulling these thoughts around, he kept observing the sleeping man, unmoving and nearly not breathing himself as he tried to keep as still as possible. He wanted to wake the man, but mortals needed sleep. No matter how old they could get, they never could do without sleep. So he would wait for the sun to rise and this man to wake up by himself. And he would watch.
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His anxiety had heightened his senses and as such, he noted that the one he had crawled up against had not moved even an inch since. Usually someone would either stir in their sleep, adjusting to his intrusion, or wake up and question him. This person did neither. They just were deathly quiet and somewhat tense. Fugue’s fear intensified. Were they awake? Would they send him away? Would he be alone again, so close to other people, yet still so far away from them? Dreading the answer, he ventured to look over his shoulder, only to find his fear confirmed: he was being looked at funny.

Fugue couldn’t quite recognise the person yet, the darkness too intense and his eyes not yet used to it. “So terribly sorry,” he started to apologise in a hushed voice to not wake anyone else around them, shifting so he could curl up tighter and hide away. The musen was feeling a little embarrassed about himself by now, longing a calming touch after a nightmare, like a child. His back was still to Alexander, close to him despite the fact he had curled up tighter. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Is . . . is it okay if I stay like this for a little while?”
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Interesting reaction. Though he did not understand many emotions he did know what they looked like when reflected in the eyes of another. This man was feeling fear. Did that make him afraid? And if it did, what was he afraid of? As far as he knew there where no monsters or bandits or any of the other things mortals were usually afraid of around here. So what then?

At the apology he cocked his head in confusion. Strange man.

"No need to apologise, you did not bother me. However, I do have both a request and a question for you." Sitting up a bit straighter he looked at the back that was now turned to him. "My request is for you to allow me to record your life for the duration that I can follow it. The past is merely that, a past. My interests lie in the present and the future."

Tapping his briefcase with his right index finger for emphasis he pondered how to voice his question. To be to bold meant he would not get an answer. He had experienced this before. To be to hesitant, the man would not understand his question and they would end up reaching nothing. The dilemma's of his life.

"As for your question. You say 'stay'. Do you mean stay in the position you had earlier? Because I do not mind, but... I do wonder. Do you need to be next to someone to sleep? I have never met someone with that need before."
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So many (strange) questions, Fugue had not expected that. He had trouble keeping his head with it, the after effects of his nightmare still dragging his spirits down and filling his heart with a darkness that could not be dispelled by simply lighting a fire. He balled his hands to fists, his skin prickling with the tension he felt. His muscles were cramped and the musen did not feel like answering such difficult questions right now. He just wanted a hug!

Reluctantly turning around so he could face the person, Fugue had to conclude it couldn’t be anyone else than the Peace Keeper that had joined them recently. He had tried at striking up a conversation with him at an earlier point, but the man had seemed so engrossed in recording something that Fugue had thought the better of it. There was a time and place for everything and that moment had not been meant for them to meet yet. Though this moment was hardly appropriate, either. Alexander seemed awfully chipper for someone awake in the middle of the night.

“I got a visit from a malevolent Dream Walker*.” Fugue could feel his cheeks heat up. What man his age was scared of nightmares? Even if they were about his dead wife and child? Swallowing anxiously, Fugue could feel his heart constrict. He might have worn a smile on his face every day since joining the caravan, there was a reason for him to paint his eyes red, even if he had never shared the reason with anyone. He closed his eyes. “I feel a little . . . needy for contact now. C-could you just talk to me for a little while? At least until I calm down?” He could still feel his heart hammering in his throat and he was tempted to reach for Alexander’s hand, just to hold it for a second, to feel the calm heartbeat and the warm skin and reassure himself. Would Alexander mind?




* old musen saying, meaning ‘to have a nightmare’.
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A Dream Walker? Alexanders eyes strayed over to the camp fire where the girl had been sitting earlier and he wondered if it had been her. Probably not. She was too anxious to go and try something. He meant it the other way then. A bad dream? He wondered what it was like, before deciding he was very unlikely to have nightmares as there was very little he feared.

From the looks of this Musen though, he figured there was quite a lot to have bad dreams about. They were usually about things one feared or had experienced, he knew. The red marks underneath his eyes told him that this man was in mourning. The loss of a loved one then? That seemed like a thing to fear. Would he mourn his mother's death?

Blinking in something that might have been surprise, he realised that something just went pang. A hand covered his chest as he rubbed away the unknown feeling with a confused look on his face. He had never given it much thought, to be honest. A loved one. He did appreciate his mother. The way she taught him all he knew, the way she was always around to help him, support him and even now he still got the occasional message from her with something nice attached every now and then.

And thinking about that being gone, that ever present character in his life, did make him feel... something. He couldn't quite define the feeling yet, but it made him uncomfortable. Raising his head to look back at the person in front of him, he debated with his inner self for a moment before stretching out his left arm in a gesture that he had seen other people use to invite a hug.

"I am... unsure why one would feel this need, nor do know what a nightmare is like." He really had no idea what to do or say. Or, wait, he knew something. He had something he could talk about. "I could... tell you a story of something I have seen? I am afraid that I am not a very good conversationalist."
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Not wasting any time to accept the invitation, Fugue sidled up to Alexander’s left. He decided that placing his head down in the Peace Keeper’s lap would be enough for now, he didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable by pressing all of his body against him or clinging. Though it was tempting, so tempting. Fugue felt like holding something, like wrapping himself around someone and hold them to his heart like a warm tranquillizer for the ache. But his head on Alexander’s lap and his hand resting just above the scholar’s knee would do for now.

Only when he was settled, did Fugue feel surprised that the Peace Keeper had agreed. From what he had learned from stories and two first-hand experiences, was that this race of scholars was very apathetic. They always mingled in crowds and hardly ever turned their attention to a single personality like himself. It made him wonder and distracted his attention away from the dreadful feeling that was lingering in his bones.

Turning his head the slightest bit, so he could look up at the raven-haired scholar, he could see the moon reflected in the pale face framed with black. Alexander’s glasses glimmered with the last dying embers of a camp fire near by. Fugue thought he looked handsome and intelligent. He nodded at the offer. “The heart is a strange and unpredictable place,” Fugue agreed with a hushed voice. “I would like to hear your story, Alexander. What is it about?”
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For the first time in his life, Alexander had someone 'hugging' him. Or, he though that what the musen was doing right now could be defined as hugging. Otherwise, cuddling would to as well. It was a new and slightly odd experience to be so close to someone. He could feel the heat that came of the other man's body seep through the cloth of his slacks and into his thigh, the contrast between the cold night air and the warm body shocking for a moment as the musen laid down completely, a hand just above his kneecap.

With a slightly arched eyebrow, he took in not the actions of the musen, but the reactions it seemed to pull from his own body. Heartbeat rising with only the minimal amount, but rising nonetheless. He could also feel the urge to change his breathing pattern, but resisted that, at least.

After memorising all of these unexpected things, he made a quick note to himself to write a letter to one of the other Peace Keepers he had met at the Library. He seemed to have more experience with these kind of things, so maybe he would know what just happened.

For now though, the story. Nothing to dark, or what people though to be 'emotional'. Ah, that one then. Leaning back a little, he settled in a somewhat more comfortable position, his hand coming to rest on Fugue's shoulder without him even noticing it as he began to tell his tale.

"About six hundred years ago, I was walking along a road much like this one we are travelling today. It might have once been the same road, even, had the lay of the land not changed as much as it has. The season was a rich spring and all the life I encountered was fat and content. Sunlight caressed the earth in a way that suggested that the first Flowering was not far off and people from villages all around were busy making preparations for a feast. The road was not as empty then, as it is now.

"As I travelled, I met a group of performers who invited me to join them at their fires and enjoy a meal with them. As I did, they told me the tale of the butterfly princess and her beloved servant, a tale which I shall now grant to you."

((Instert story here. I wrote one, but it was lame so I killed it. <= it is about butterflies though.))
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[Nuuuuuuu~ I wants to hear it. No story that has butterflies in them could be lame!!]

Closing his eyes, Fugue concentrated on the sound of Alexander’s voice. He didn’t quite listen to the story itself, though he’d heard butterflies mentioned, but instead focused on the cadence of the Peace Keeper’s voice. It was soft and gentle, almost like a breeze of summer wind – rising and falling and feeling good against his skin. Somehow, Fugue thought he could detect a wondrous kind of curiosity like that of a child. It was a strange thing. Peace Keepers were supposed to be curious, but to which extent? The musen concluded that despite his 50 years, there was still a lot he had to learn.

Swallowing away the lump that had formed in his throat, he could feel himself start to relax. The warmth and presence of another body close to him lifted the gloomy feeling that had invaded every fiber of his body. He remembered it had happened one time before. But he’d had Shun that night, burying his face in the boy’s hair and embracing him while he slept until Fugue had calmed down again. Alexis had mentioned he had looked tired the next day and Fugue had agreed. He’d gotten a ride on one of the wagons that day, instead of walking.

Feeling his muscles slowly decramp, Fugue shifted, moving his head a little further up Alexander’s hip. He was nice and warm, soft but firm. His heart was still pounding almost painfully and his hand was still balled to a tight fist on the scholar’s leg, but Fugue started to flex his fingers one by one, placing his hand down flatly. His heated skin was sensitive against the cool fabric underneath.

Closing his eyes, the musen allowed a small smile to creep up his lips, drifting his way through the story and remembering bits and pieces, so he could perhaps make a song out of it. The Ballad of the Butterfly Princess?

When Alexander stopped talking, the story having come to an end, his smile dropped and Fugue turned his head to look up at the other. His violet eyes were almost moist in the darkness. “Six hundred years,” he mused, wondering just how long Alexander must have walked Qyuvena as an immortal Peace Keeper. “Don’t you get terribly lonely sometimes?” He felt for the other man. Fugue knew for a fact he would freak if he would live that long, seeing the loved ones around him wither and die. It made him grimace.
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At the soft question, Alexander turned his head towards the Musen with a confused look on his face. Lonely? Why would he be lonely? He was almost always surrounded by people, never apart from his notebook for too long and he often got mail. There was no reason for him to be lonely, was there?

Though, he was alone. He never had a travel companion, because most people flat out refuse to be accompanied by a Peace Keeper. Apparently he 'creeped them out'? Did that mean that he was lonely? Was it a feeling, or a factual stamp given to certain situations or a status? He had no idea.

"I don't know." He finally said, after contemplating on the right answer to give. "I have always travelled alone and I am unsure what 'lonely' feels like."

Looking at the fire, where some people were now rolled up in their sleeping blankets, exhausted after the festivities, he wondered what it would be like to travel with a group like them for a long time. To have people willing to listen to his tales, to enjoy food made by others, with others. To listen to the laughter and singing of the children during the evenings and travel the road alongside the people he had sat down with tonight.

The feeling was kind of warm and it made his lips curl up a little bit. How odd. He was experiencing an array of new sensations ever since the other had crawled up to him and he wasn't sure what to make of it. This was confusing. Now he finally experienced first hand why his mother told him to never let people get close to him.
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Just as Alexander didn’t know what ‘lonely’ would feel like, Fugue wouldn’t know how to explain the feeling to him. It was an emotion different for everyone. How on earth could he start to explain anything that complex? Besides, thinking about it got his spirits down again, so he decided not to let his thoughts linger on the subject for long. Instead, he rearranged the curve of his body, snuggling into Alexander’s leg more contently. For a stuffy Peace Keeper, he sure was comfortable!

Fugue reckoned he could sleep like this. There was a light touch on his shoulder and the muzen almost felt like he was embraced by the other. It put his heart at ease. Already his mental defence system had kicked in and made him forget most of his nightmare, so only fragments remained. And the fragments didn’t bother him as much as they had, his heartbeat slowing and his breathing becoming more regular. On instinct, his arm crawled over Alexander’s lap, to drape around his waist in a grateful hug. Fugue didn’t know how to express himself any other way. He was good with words, but he had noticed Alexander needed more than just words to completely understand the meaning of some things. Would the Peace Keeper had understood his gratitude if he’d just said ‘thanks’? Fugue didn’t think so. So he gave an awkward one-armed hug, hiding his face in the crook of his own arm without saying a word.
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As he sat there, the other man all but draped over his body, Alexander let his mind slip into the comfortable area that was his meditation spot. The day had been slightly eventful, but nothing to big had happened, so the time he actually spend on sorting out his thoughts passed quickly, until he reached the events of just now.

He did not understand over half of the things mortals did. Neither did he understand their feelings. However, this man had made him think about things he had never thought about before. Twice, even. Losing his mother, that made him feel... something. Sadness? Grief? He had written about these two for so many times that he had lost count. Two of the most visible emotions on the face of those who had suffered loss. He could recognise it when he saw it. Did that mean he would have to look at his own face in the mirror to know if he would... miss his own mother?

That thought worried him. If he did not feel these emotions, did that make him a monster? He had often heard those who could not express themselves properly be referred to as monsters. Or those that lacked certain feelings, even. Being classified amongst those did not lift his dreary mood at all. Sighing, he shifted in his position, taking great care not to jostle the one in his lap too much out of fear of waking him.

That's when he felt it. Something hot on the inside of his leg. Looking down, he noticed that his shift had caused Fugue's face to roll away from it's original position, where it had been hidden in the crook of an elbow. Now the other's breath caressed his inner thigh with every exhalation, heating up the fabric of his slacks. Fugue's head was now nearly on top of his crotch and he cocked his head at the strange feeling of warmth he now felt.

Odd.
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He must have been drifting between being asleep and being awake, because the next thing Fugue could feel was a kind of warmth pressing against the side of his cheek that had not been there before. His eyes fluttered open, he could hear his lashes scrape against the fabric of Alexander’s pants. Swallowing because his throat had gone raw somehow, he could feel his throat bob against the Peace Keeper’s thigh. He needed a moment to orientate himself.

Wanting to push himself up into a sitting position, the muzen chose a most unfortunate location to place his hand for support: the inside of Alexander’s leg was very warm. It was a little unexpected, because the scholar’s personality was so cool.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to-” he murmured, feeling his cheeks heat up. What had started off as something innocent suddenly took a turn inside his mind. Though he wasn’t completely sure if the other would even be aware of the position they were in now.
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There was shifting now, against his leg. He could not have told anyone why, but he felt his heartbeat rise slightly at the feeling. The Musen must be waking up, his mind managed to provide, just as said person pushed up and away from his lap. The combination of the hand now resting on his inner thigh and the sudden rush of cold air that quickly cooled his trousers as the body heat left them had his breath hitching in his throat for a second and he was confused.

There was a warm and tingling feeling in the pit of his stomach, something unfamiliar that had him frown and put a hand on his belly. Was he hungry? No, he had eaten plenty. Maybe he was ill? Touching a hand to his forehead he blinked as he did feel that his temperature had risen slightly. That could not be good.

"I fear that I might be getting ill. It would be best if you sleep with someone else tonight or you might catch whatever it is I have." There was a bit of resignation in his voice, as he had actually not minded the others presence at all, but he would not have him get ill because of his own selfish reasons.
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“Sleep with-” Fugue managed to repeat the first few words, before he could feel a rush of blood staining his cheeks redder than they already were. Did Alexander even know what he was implying? It had not been in the muzen’s intention to seduce the other to sleep with him, though the image got momentarily stuck in his head. The warmth of another body next to his would dispel the anxious feelings that seemed to linger inside his body. But that would be taking advantage of the situation, wouldn’t it?

Shaking his head to clear it, the muzen latched on to the other part of the sentence. Was Alexander falling ill? He didn’t look ill. The face was stoic as ever, though the eyes seemed a little darker. But that could also have been the moonlight. Pushing up completely, Fugue rearranged himself and straddled the other man’s lap. Framng his face to press his own forehead against Alexander’s, he concluded: “You’re a little warm, but I don’t think you have a fever.”
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