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Timid Affection
darkdladety
Back to back, we burst out from the doors, swinging our bows from side to side, checking for danger. It can be extremely quiet when it wants. "All clear." Her voice is calm and smooth, breaking through the winter drafts. "Yeah. Same here." We lower our bows but leave them armed. Night is much too dangerous to put away our weapons. Leave rustle behind us for a moment. But there are no trees at our back. We spin around and catch the creeper mid-step. It probably jumped down from the roof. It walks toward us, silent as the night. Deadly. ::Less deadly perhaps when two arrows sprout from its chest and neck. We are synched, as always. The creeper falls to the ground, giving the sound of leaves being shifted in the wind. It disintegrates, leaving the two arrows in the ground. She strides over and carefully pulls them out. They are food, safety, supplies, and life itself. Holding them out, she signals me to get one. Our fingers brush as I pluck the arrow from her hand. Warmth seeps from her hand to mine. Her fingers are slender and soft but also contain the strength and dexterity to wield either a bow or a sword. :: We pass through the night like wraiths, hunting the monsters that were once the hunters. The positions have switched greatly. Spiders die mid-lunge. Skeletons fall before they can get an arrow out of their quivers. Zobies die instantly when arrows pierce their brains. But none of those compare to creepers. Creepers, who are the most silent of all, are killed before they know of our presence. We have surpassed them. Our leather pouches quickly fill with their explosive powder. They are what we came out to hunt. The sun begins to rise and we head back home. :: Our home is made from stone, painstakingly put together block by block. A lot of coal was used in the process of refining cobblestone. It was worth it though. It welcomes us back in as we enter the doors. Time to start part two of the plan. TNT. :: To be continued