[Sheer]

Ahhh I saw this cutie earlier and thought they were absolutely precious I'm definitely marking this! ;o;

[jello]

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username; jello
name[s]; oliver | sy
gender[s]; male | nonbinary
occupation; novice in first aid
quick note - this is a medieval AU where
kat is the adopted mother

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xxxxx

no one took them in. so i did.
the hooded, quiet kalon swept her nervous gaze down to the unmoving kit. its grey fur rippled as its
chest rose and fall with each breath. this kit looked normal, but as the kalon took a step towards
the kit, she flinched back when she caught sight of a second head. she didn't jump back and squeal,
though, as many had done before her. her paws were shaking as she looked around. the crowd that had gathered had diminished to only her. all the kalons had become uninterested in this small and helpless kit, turning a cold shoulder on it and leaving it to die. she took a small step closer, fur bristling, and poked the kit apprehensively.
she mouthed a silent prayer and kneeled down. she swept the child into her arms. her dark cloak embraced the silvery furred kit, and it snuggled into her chest with a tiny grunt. she kept her eyes down as she walked back to her home, ignoring the burning of the glares other kalons, peering out from behind their tinted windows. she knew this was risky. but even the church's sturdy walls could not keep her from this poor and lonely kit. the the poor thing would get burnt at the stake if it was up to these heartless bystanders.
she trudged on, feeling the weight of embarrassment and guilt being lifted from her shoulders in great relief as she neared
her door.
quickly grabbing the rusty metal doorknob, she pushed through the splintering door and shut it with a thud behind
her. she lay the body onto her bed, the worn and lacy sheets tumbling off when she gently set the kit down. her legs were
shaking, the kit's additional head was demon like. something straight from hell. maybe the church was right, banishing this
kit from the nursery to die. leave it to the people, to burn the witch. but this kalon would not allow this atrocity to go on. she would do what she could to help this kit in ways others would not.
the female kalon, the one who took this sin in, her name was kat. her eyes glittered in the darkness. hesitantly, she curled up next to the shivering kit, her warm tail
wrapping against their flank. she stared into the dark shadows of her small room, pondering what she was to do. what would she do with this.. kat didn't know what to call the grey kit. she wanted to wait until the kit woke up. so she
rested her chin on the soft fur of the kit and closed her eyes, exhausted.

the blood red eyes opened, glimmering in the pale orange candlelight. only two gleaming stares in the darkness. one pair of eyes, watching. where was he? what is this place? the kit shuffled his feet frantically, aware of the heavier being on his shoulder. he lifted his head, waiting for his other to get up. impatiently, he nosed the other head. in his haste, he touched paws with a larger kalon. his eyes widened, and finally, a second head lifted. the head was groggily batting their eyelids.
where are we, oliver? the voice said, mouth closed despite the familiar voice ringing in his ears. oliver looked down at the larger kalon feverishly. the head woke up then, trying to get off the bed. before oliver could stop them, kat, the sleeping adult kalon, was awake. her eyes were half closed, but when she saw the two-headed kit up, she jumped to her feet, getting off of the bed hastily. her mouth was moving, but no sound came out. oliver's eyes were wide with fear, the second head mirroring him. kat's shoulders relaxed, but her eyes were still sparkling with distress. the kit leaned forward, carefully looking up at the kalon.
she was short, and wore a ragged black cloak. kat calmed herself, settling back down onto the bed and cautiously scooting towards the kit. she moved her hands in odd signs. after a second, she started to loose the hopefulness in her eyes. oliver was confused. why wasn't she calling out strange incantations, driving him away? was this a curse? but the other head was wide-eyed, tail swishing excitedly.
oliver was surprised when he sat down, but he gave control to the head when he took his paws. warning next time please, sy. he thought gruffly to the head, but didn't get a reply. his paws were moving quickly, in signs and paths he did not understand. but kat was sitting up, alert. her usually silent mouth was smiling, moving as she changed her hands rapidly. oliver saw a finger pointing to herself, along with some signs he did not understand. she pointed to him, and he looked down. but sy eventually slowed down, and oliver gratefully took control of his paws again. sy's head was bustling with activity, oliver could feel his emotions. he turned to sy, and frowned questioningly.
who is she? what does she want with us? oh sy, i'm so scared. oliver was aware of kat watching curiously, but ignored her. sy's voice was excited as it rang in his ears in reply. his mouth was unmoving. katjaa, sy said, she's just like me! she can't talk. she uses the signs our brothers taught me. his mouth was still closed as he spoke. sy's red eyes had a faraway look, but he quickly started talking again.
katjaa wants to help us. she won't hurt us! oliver looked to katjaa in surprise. his tail was raised defensively, fur-spiked apprehensively. kat tipped her head in a friendly smile. he was hesitant, but for the first time in a long while, he opened his mouth and spoke softly. his voice was dry, and his lisp was prominent. "h.. hello," oliver said, his eyes on his feet. kat put a hand on his shoulder. oliver looked up in surprise. her eyes were warm, and her shoulders no longer tense. she gave a few signs. sy quickly translated.
it's ok, oliver. sy's voice said quietly. i will keep you safe. oliver's eyes watered. no one had shone half the sympathy kat had. "thank you." he took a step closer, and curled up next to kat. she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes.

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please, dont take them.
red fog drifted around oliver's body. he didn't have to stand- he was floating. his body was transparent, and he felt odd. it was his dreamscape, blank with soul-crushing emptiness. oliver jolted awake to the sound of harsh thumping. it was like booming thunder in his ears. his head hit the wall as he and sy jumped up on the rickety bed. claws outstretched, oliver peered around. the room was dark, dimly lit by a sputtering candle. the wax dripped slowly down to the tray, making a small splash as it slid into the hot pool of melted wax. the thumping on the door continued. kat was gone, and they heard the door swing open with a creak.
oliver could hear the stomping at the door. two bitter, angry voices sparked up, tension thickening in the air. there's no way can talk to them, oliver thought sadly to sy. we need to hide- or kat and us are going to get it! sy nodded, silent. his eyes were unreadable. oliver took control of the paws, gently easing himself off the bed and crawling into a corner.
he tried wedging himself under the bed, pushing curiously at the ground and trying to squeeze under the metal frame. his back was arched, and trying to bend it more would've been painful. kat was stomping angrily at the door. oliver gave up trying to get underneath the bed, it was hopeless. he was too big. she can't talk, sy thought miserably, head dipping in distress as his voice rung out in oliver's ears. theres nowhere to go, sy, we're doomed! oliver moaned, covering his nose with his paws. suddenly, sy took control, and oliver cried out as they barreled towards the door.
he tried to pull away from sy's will, but found himself unable to control his paws. kat's eyes grew large when she turned around, mouth opening in surprise at the sight of sy thundering down the hall. sy and oliver crashed into the tall male who was now trying to grab kat. he keeled over, clutching his stomach where they had struck him with a hard head butt. oliver and sy were lying on the floor, recovering from the momentary shock of actually hitting their target.
the short kalon waiting behind the first jumped on the writhing kit, pinning down their paws. the tall one was holding kat, pushing her against the wall and holding her hands tight. her eyes were burning ferociously, but fear was there. she lashed out, kicking her backpaw at the bigger foe in an attempt to get him off, but to no avail- the tall kalon had a surprisingly strong grip on her arms. oliver cried out to her as he and sy were dragged away, in the direction of the large white building. the shadow of a cross lay in front of the building, staring ominously out at the the tree line. it was the church.
kat wrestled her way out of the tall kalon's grip. she yearned to wail, to cry out her emotions. she wasn't that fortunate though. she pushed aside the brawny kalon beside her, and re-entered her house. her heart ached from the loss of her short lived kit. what would she do? how could she have let them take them? they're going to be burnt! at the stake! kat kneeled down on the hard, grimy floor. clasping her hands, she sent a merciful prayer in last hope. that was all she could do.
oliver struggled in the bonds tying him down, trying to claw at the rope hopelessly. he glanced around the bare room wildly, eyes wide and glittering with fear. sy was dead silent. as usual. his eyes were alert, dotted with fear and anger but a flare of determination burning bright. oliver snarled, this scratchy rope was digging into his fur. the more he moved, the worse it got. he sat still, and commanded sy to do the same. although, with sy's calm demeanor, needed no reminder to sit still. his paws were fidgeting, this was no position he could hold long. his body wasn't suited for this- he need out, now. who knows what those robed kalons would do when they got their paws on him.
he looked down, searching for a way to escape these ropes. he almost yelped when he saw a red, poorly drawn pentagram on the ground below him. the tile was slick, and the poorly mixed and soupy paint wasn't dry. the red symbols were imprinted onto his fur, and fear fluttered in his chest. he threw his head to the side, and caught glance of an old rope holding the ties in place. oliver tried to calm the fear climbing its way up his throat, and took a deep breath. oliver stretched his head, reaching for the rope secured on the wall. if i chewed through this, he thought to himself, it should let me get out.
his teeth hit something taut and itchy, and he clamped down. pulling with his whole body, he pushed at the rope. finally, the old rope snapped. his paws jumped to attention, lifting him up onto his feet and carrying him out of the room as fast as they could. sy was playing the role of observer, searching around quickly for an escape. his voice echoed in oliver's ears, reporting where they were. there! sy called, jerking their legs in the direction of an illuminated passage. finally!
the two scrambled out the doorway, legs churning as they sprinted outside. claws caught on the dewy grass, dirt flying as they ran down the walk. a tall watch-kalon was napping outside, but as the kits barreled past him, he sprung up. his ears flew up, eyes narrowing. he chased after the kit, lean legs quickly closing the gap between them. sy turned, eyes widening when he saw the kalon, racing towards them. sy yelped, and oliver was so surprised he almost lost his footing and fell.
that was the first sound sy had ever made, outside of oliver's head. so oliver got the message. he sped towards the rusty railroad tracks, sweat beading down his forehead. his tail streamed out behind him, and the kalon was close enough to be nipping the tip of his tail. the railroad tracks were almost in sight. the sharp whistle and blow of steam was a telltale sign of a train. the black train wheeled down the tracks, bustling with energy and commotion. they were almost there. a few more seconds and they would be on it. oliver felt a sharp bite on his ankle, the kalon had bit hard. small spurts of blood leaked from his paw. the train was right in front of him. with a final, desperate leap, oliver jumped.
he landed, side clipping the edge of the train's doorway. the open cabin was filled with hay, and oliver collapsed onto it. the kalon in pursuit had jumped after them, but landed with a hard thunk on the train's metal side. oliver and sy caught a last glimpse of the kalon, lying on the ground beside the train. his nose was bleeding, but he was unconscious. the train zoomed down the tracks, engines pumping quickly. oliver lay his head down on the hay, exhausted from this awful day.
sy? olivers quiet voice echoed in the train cart.
yes? sy said, voice only heard in oliver's head.
i think.. i think we're safe.
for now.

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backstory
dani and oliver have a quite a short history together. they didn't have any chances to get very close, and this due to oliver always moving. oliver and sy always ran, running away from their past. this made it quite hard for them to really get to know their lost siblings. oliver has no memories of time with dani, or any of his siblings for that matter. sy, however, remembers long ago when they were newborns.
he doesn't like to talk about it, but sometimes, when he's in a good (enough) mood, he'll tell oliver about when they were younger. oliver always likes to hear about dani, he would have loved to gotten to know his sister, to have a friend he could always lean on.
what sy does remember about dani is vague and unfamiliar, but the stories always fill oliver with a warm feeling of happiness.
as kits, sy was quickly singled out as different. to them, he was a witch, a sinful demon hiding among the mortal kalons in the village. the medieval mindset was quick to separate normal from abnormal- and anything in the abnormal category was titled a sin and burnt to a crisp.
dani, however, was able to escape this fate. early on as a kit, she showed ingenuity and cleverness. she escaped the horrible fate as soon as she could, the one that that oliver and sy were subjected to. after dani disappeared, the village turned on the only kit left. the other two has disappeared with dani. the helpless kit could barely talk, but they sentenced him to death. the two narrowly escaped, being taken in by a local with a big heart.
kat, as was her name, was a mute and unmarried female kalon. she saw the kit and took it upon herself to keep him safe. this cost her. when the church found out she had been protecting him, they sentenced her to permanent exile. they captured the kit, preparing to burn him. oliver and sy were clever, though- they escaped.
they landed on a train, a train headed south. oliver didn't know where they were or where they were going, but they went. when the train stopped, it was in the middle of no where. the barren land was nothing more than an abandoned fuel pump. the kits were reluctant to leave the train. they traveled more and more on the train, becoming more and more conditioned to the blaring wind and roar of the wheels when they rode. the train eventually landed where it intended, at an old and empty station. two other trains were parked in the shadowy town, and oliver decided it would be best to leave their train. they made it onto the second train, hiding in a hay cart while the train took off.
they moved from train to train, mostly switching trains every 2 or 3 days. surviving wasn't hard, they ate mostly whatever bread or crackers they found in the cart. sometimes they got lucky with a mouse or a fish. oliver and sy saw many things, traveled many places. they looked out upon the tallest mountain ranges and dipped their feet in the clearest of lakes. but they never stopped travelling. they met many kalons on their way- usually travelers. none stayed for long. most only stayed for a day or two, before getting off to disappear forever. this life was lonely, but it was what they were meant to do.
they both could find enjoyment in the beauty of the land they saw, finding warmth in each others company. they learned that they had to rely on each other. oliver loved the sights he got to see, things he would never get to see if he was normal. he knew he was abnormal. he knew that when others stared at sy they were disgusted. curious. revolted by his mutation. but he didn't care anymore. he had to accept what he was to love who he was. it didn't matter what others thought about him. sy was his world. the only one he needed. travelling alone with him would be the only thing he would ever do.
this was their life now. living train to train. destined to be alone. only having each other for comfort. homeless nomads. always travelling.
and he didn't mind.

dani!
years later, after oliver had lost sight of dani forever, years after he had ran from his home village, they found some hope.
it was a damp day, wet grass tickling the bottom of oliver's paw pads. sy, his other head, was looking around anxiously. he did not like it when they left the trains. oliver had been able to convince sy that it was ok to explore for a short while. the train was halted on the tracks, and the conductor was nowhere to be seen. the kit had ventured onto the grass, heading for the trees. the tall, leafy trees drew him in. they hadn't eaten much other than bread for the last few weeks. a rabbit or two would be great. sy knew how to make a fire, so they could cook it a bit first.
sy's head suddenly turned to the side, ears twitching. what? oliver glanced over to where sy was looking, but saw nothing. i don't know, it smells so familiar though. sniff, oliver. what do you smell? oliver followed the directions, taking a deep inhale and dissecting what he could smell. grass, trees, water, bugs, train, and.. a tiny whiff of a smell oliver didn't recognize.
the scent was quiet. it made him feel warm, reminded him of the smell of milk and simple content. what was it?
sy nudged oliver's shoulder. it's her, he said.
a grin sprouted on oliver's face as realization sparked in his eyes. "dani!" he cried, jumping to attention.
"but where? I can smell her, oh, it smells like home." oliver twisted his head to peer around, but it seemed there was no kalon to be seen.
oliver glanced around- trees everywhere. the train was behind them, standing idly on the old tracks. ahead was more trees. as good direction as any, oliver thought, and started off. his paws hit wet pine needles and brown, crunchy leaves. looking around, it was truly hard to tell what exactly he was looking for. he tried sniffing for dani's smell, raising his head to the breeze. he could smell her, ahead. he knew. he ran forward, ears perking up in the wind. a small cabin, made of wood logs, was placed between two trees. green foliage hid the cabin well, but oliver spotted it. trotting slowly to the creaking steps, his tail was wagging hopefully. placing a careful paw onto the wooden stairs. without hesitation, he jumped over the second and third steps and landed on the top step with a bounce. oliver stared at the old door, the hinges squeaking with every stray breeze.
he stole a nervous glance at sy, and pushed open the door.
oliver audibly gasped at what was inside. a light furred kalon, about oliver's age, lay on the ground. their fur was shiny and clean, but the cabin was not. oliver inhaled dani's warm, welcoming scent.
oliver took a few steps forward- and curled up right next to dani.
"home." he whispered silently, to not sy nor dani. but to himself.

dani loved oliver and sy. they had a sibling connection that couldn't be broken. they travelled together. they were how siblings were supposed to be.

our differences only make us stronger.
when compared face to face, oliver and sy seem like an unlikely pair to get along. they make their differences work, though.

oliver ✦
- oliver is the more sociable of the two;
oliver is the one who mainly communicates with other kalons. he is usually in control of the legs, the one in control of the body.
- he isn't as smart as sy, but he has reasonable common sense.
he is better in riddles than actual logical situations.
- oliver's other half resides in sy.
they are always there when oliver feels lonely, and oliver feels they would be lost and alone without them.
- oliver finds it odd sy never gets angry.
it's just a part of sy that lets their anger just simmer down inside. it's honestly hard to tell how sy is feeling sometimes- they're not always open about their feelings.

sy ✧
- sy is not one to talk.
they mostly stay in oliver's head, giving him occasional directions or helping him with a problem.
- sy is headsmart.
they are good with numbers and giving rational answers.
- sy isn't really a kalon. they are more of a second half of oliver.
they don't sleep. they're just a constant voice in oliver's head.
- sy doesn't get mad.
sy simply doesn't.

their differences and similarities bring them closer than ever. they take advantage of their disadvantages, and work together in such harmony as a working piece of machinery.

watch it bud. (starring rose!!)
oliver's legs fidgeted in his sleep, kicking in a fit. his ears twitched, and with a sharp exhale, oliver woke up. he lifted his head up quickly, waking sy in the process. sy opened his jaw in a yawn, then nosed oliver with a wet nose. something wrong? came sy's voice, curiously in oliver's ear. "I.. don't know," oliver mused, looking out the cart door. wind gusted past, hitting the rusted sides of the train like ravenous claws. a hard drizzle had started up, pelting the side of the metal and spraying muddy water into oliver's fur. before he could move to shake it off, more soaked into his dirty grey coat. he took a step back, nose wrinkling at the cold rainwater. he turned around, looking for the detest spot to sit down on. he gasped when he saw a small, black figure crouching on the hay.
the violet-pink eyes flew open, narrowing in surprise when she saw the frightened kit in front of her. her eyes strayed to the second head, silently snarling at her, and her eyes grew large. she backed up with a hiss, quickly drawing a sharp looking rock from a nook in the wall. oliver's ears went down, and he took a large step back from the intimidating kalon in front of him. "what.. who are you?" oliver stuttered out, tail snaking between his legs.
the growling kalon took another step forward, but visibly winced when she put down her left paw. she pulled it back to her chest, then paused. "why? who are you? and who is that?" she spat, glaring at the odd second head. "oli..ver." he said quietly. "and that's sy."
the second head nodded stiffly. oliver knew something was up.
"now who are you?" he pushed, ears twisting in his gain of confidence. he took a tiny step forward. the black kalon face contorted into a grimace. white bone could be seen peeking out from beneath blood crusted fur. oliver's eyes fell to the wounded paw, and his eyes softened. the stranger growled hoarsely and tried to step forward, but cried out when she tried to put weight on the paw.
sy took control of the legs, taking steady steps until they were eye to eye (to eye to eye) with the other kalon. she was short, but she was not a kit as they had first thought. she seemed grown, and her face was pale. without asking questions, sy peered down at her paw. she pulled it closer, tail swishing defensively.
oliver, sy's voice said in an assertive tone, it's completely broken. you can see the bone. we need some of that bandage you store for really bad stuff. and don't you have some old herbs from the last forest we stopped at?
oliver nodded, taking the legs and fetching the bandages and herbs while sy kept his eyes on the kalon. while Oliver grabbed the right herbs, his voice rose up again bravely. "who are you?"
she kept her head down, but a quiet voice replied. "rose. codename thorn." but that was all he got. with a sigh, he took the bitter tasting leaves and old cloth to the wounded kalon. "so rose, codename thorn," oliver said with a glint of amusement in his eyes, "why are you here? in this old train? and where'd you get this?" he gestured to the broken bone. rose didn't reply, her teeth were clenched. oliver shrugged, and began to chew up the dried herbs. his tongue recoiled at the foul taste, but he chewed it to a pulp. to rose's distaste, he spit it out carefully onto her wound. her eyes shut closed, and she held her breath. but the pain was soon over. so oliver continued.
grabbing the bandages, he wrapped the leg taut. oliver picked up a stick he had found, lying on the floor. it was dusty, but it would do. he set up the brace next to her leg, getting a sharp huff as he bound it together with more bandages.
oliver stepped back to take a look at his handiwork. the temporary brace was good for what they had, and rose's face had regained some color. "you're going to need a while to heal." oliver stated, eyes dropping down to the kalon's wrapped leg.
"how long?" rose said ear tipping back hesitantly.
"however long it take. most likely more that three months."
rose stood up, but the pain in her leg quickly changed her mind. Ashe sat down with a wince, holding her paw. "but I have to go! I have places to be, things to do, I don't have five months to be sitting around and doing nothing!" oliver turned to sy. his eyes were narrowed in annoyance at the flustered kalon.
sy, you haven't been of much help! what do we do? oliver turned to sy, eyes rolling.
maybe she can travel with us.
oliver furrowed his brow. maybe- how will we convince her to stay? she'll get hurt by herself!
rose was watching intently, eyes narrowed as she watched the two heads stare at each other, silent. she could hear none of their communication. she tilted her head questioningly, and the two head turned to her. it was odd, two heads on a single being. the four gleaming red eyes each looked back at her with curious determination.
the larger head was first to speak. only to speak, for that matter.
"rose- er, thorn, why don't you stay with us for a bit?"
her eyes widened. "no, no no no no no. I can't stay for long. they'll find me!"
oliver was struck with a shiver down his spine. "they?"
rose's ears flattened against her head. "they'll hurt me. take me away."
"i've done bad things, oliver."
oliver shuddered. "we won't let them hurt you. whoever they are."
rose kept her head down, eyelids drooping. she looked tired, and her tail was wrapped nervously around her ankle.
she lay down, carefully setting down her hurt paw. she cast a last, baleful glance at oliver and closed her eyes.
as soon as her eyes closed, oliver turned wildly to sy. "what do we do?" he hissed quietly, eyes wide. "who is them? what if they find her? what'll they do to a two headed freak hiding a criminal?"
the hurt look in sy's eyes made oliver feel guilty, but his point still needed to be made.
what do you suggest we do? leave her to die? she can hide in the train. we can share the bread. I caught a mouse this morning, she can have that. we'll do what we can. a hint of a smile glinted in sy's eyes. besides, what could she have done to get in so much trouble? I want to stick around and find out. oliver flicked his tail good-naturedly and nuzzled sy's neck. he ruffled sy's smooth grey neckfur, and smiled drowsily.
he circled on the hay in the corner of the cart, next to rose. he lay his head on roses back, and settled down his tail on her warm flank.

present-time
in present time, oliver and sy still go on their train adventures, sticking mostly to old and mostly empty trains. they stay alone,
secluded by themselves. they were taught simple first-aid by one of the travelers they have met on their journeys. the two help wounded nomads and homeless kalons they meet while traveling, using old bandages and ripped cloth to patch up small wounds.
oliver is mostly the physical worker, using the shared paws and body. sy is more of the thinker in the relationship- he is the brain. sy is more of an intellectual and problem solver, trying to ration his way out of a situation. he is an optional mute, and only communicates via sign language.
to oliver, however, he can communicate in a way no one really understands. only oliver can hear sy's voice in his head, and he's never told anyone about it. many think it's strange- the kits have a way to just communicate. they can usually do so with small movements, movements such as blinking, or a tiny nose twitch one wouldn't think twice about. these things, they help hold the bond of brother.

[cyborgishly]

username; cyborgishly
name[s]; yves (right) and laurent (left). Their alias is Janus, after the two faced god
gender[s]; male

"it's a gambling night," Yves had said, almost completely out of the blue. They were riding in the back of a cart and horse, carrying a carload of hay ontop of its axis. The night was cool and the stars just began to make their presence known, white lights against a fading orange sky. Blue was swallowing the orange, and then black would swallow the blue, enveloping the sky in a black sheet, sprinkled with stars.

Yet, the night was still young, and the indirect question still hung in the air. Laurent merely looked at his brother, watching as his thick fingers flicked the ashes off a burning cigarette. Laurent felt the blue of panic rise in his chest. "You're going drop that and this plethora of hay we are riding on will combust," and then "if you say it's a gambling night, so be it, Yves, but if you singe us I will never let you hear the end of it." Not a second later, with a slight tremor of hesitation, Yves flung his cigarette into the mossy ground, watching the wheel crush the life out of it.

When they reached the town, the sky was barely holding on, the last sliver of orange stubbornly staying in the sky. The boys, without their usual gang of monsters, walked the cobblestone streets with a certain aurora around them. People stared, people gasped, and some just downright laughed, but none dared to speak or interact with the boys, too scared of how this demon, this "magic man" would curse their family. Little did they know, they weren't magic men, they were simply boys at the ripe age of eighteen and hands that have been cleansed by too much blood. They strode in rhythmic step, Yves whistling some eerie tune that he'd picked up on their travels, probably somewhere like Prague or Romania, home of the spooks. In Yves' hand there was a cane that he was swinging around, putting an air like he didn't need it, even though he limped pretty bad.

Many years ago, at around the age of eleven, before they were circus stars and when they were just orphans, the pair was running away from another person who saw their thievery, holding the few apples they had stolen not two minutes ago. They ran down an alley, quickly darting into the next open spot they could find. Then, without sudden warning or lapse, the sound of a gun firing ran through the street. The pair turned around for a split second, seeing the bystander wave his gun at them, squaring up his shoulders for a final shot. Laurent knew this was the end. He felt it in his gut that death was near. When the shot rang through the empty alley and echoed off the cobblestone, it was Laurent that had staged a fall, making the first impulsive thought he ever had, and pulled Yves down with him. Yves had landed on his leg, bone biting into the meat of his thigh, the pavement breaking the bone asunder. Yves, though a rare occurance, started crying, his eyes dripping hot tears as his trembling lip tried to will them back. Laurent coaxed him to get up, and Yves listened, his wipers slowly turning into cries of pain. Funny, the bystander looked old, with their white hair, but there was something about them that made confusion sprout in his brain. Either they were losing consciousness fast enough to envision two heads, or the attacker actually did. Laurent pushed them up, even if the pain was unbearable, forgetting the stolen apples in the alleyway. Sharing a body had its drawbacks, and one of those drawbacks is physical pain. If one gets hurt, they both are bound to feel it, though the one side that is hurt, the twin is bound to feel it more substantially than the other. But Laurent pushed until he could push his brother no longer, finally resting at the base of a grand tent. "Yous ok- oh, man, you're bleedin. Mags! Get over here we got a job for ya! Ya hold on tight, alright? Yer time ain't up just yet."

The circus fixed Yves' leg the best they could, but the bone never healed right with the cheap, makeshift cast. Yves didn't let that show him down, and even now, Laurent knew his brother was being a show-off, he always did, but Laurent knew the tenderness of the leg. "Use that cane and stop pretending like you don't need it. Your pain affects me too," he hissed, watching how carelessly his brother swung the wooden stick around. "If you hurt yourself again, I'm gonna say I told you so." Yves merely rolled his eyes, more concerned about being cool than functioning. He'd cut off his right arm if he was trying to gain someone's approval. They soon reached the busy tavern, concerned on getting their next chunk of cash instead of seeing who is inside.

Who was inside, you ask? It was none other than the white-haired detetctive who had a history with the teens. The boys, more concerned about getting their spot at a table, passed by the other two-headed without a second glance, their eyes transfixed on the elusive money that seemed to come and go without a second glance. They had their pocket change in hand, about a hundred dollars, and sat down to get chips. The game of poker was simple and easy to cheat with. After about an hour, the boys had surpassed their one hundred dollars into about five hundred. It was then, in the rush of excitement and fear, that they boys felt a tap on their shoulder, finding their smile fading as they recognized the undercover detective. A synchronized curse was all they said, quickly scooping up their winnings and shoving them into their pockets, simultaneously turning around and running off, as fast as they could, in the other direction. They heard tales from the other members of the circus about what would happen, how they would be nothing but an experiment in jail. That's why fear bubbled in their stomach, why they feared being in confinement.

Even without the lame leg, the pair wasn't very fast, and the limp had only slowed them down. They relied heavily on the knives and the guns they had carried upon them for protection. Laurent's specialty was knifes. He'd gotten quite skilled with the ornaments and kept them on his hip, the left one, while Yves was more handy with a gun. He had two guns, both made from mother of pearl and shimmered with opalescence. They'd acquired the guns during a game of cars, and, quite unfairly, won them. They were wanted for theft and other unfair practices, but they were never caught. Not until Dani had grabbed their, well laurent's wrist, spinning the pair around. "So we meet again. What pleasure it is. Are you going to talk for us today, sweetheart?"

The run in with Dani has been an excruciatingly long journey. Ever since Dani, who may or may not have meant to, put a bullet in their leg, their encounters have been frequent and no more pleasant than the first. Despite the pair being wanted, they've always escaped from Dani. But they knew by now it was no accident. They knew Dani was smart, there was no denying it, and they could easily find Yves and Laurent if they wanted to. However, Dani could also arrest them. It wouldn't be hard, the boys assumed. All you would have to do is kick the cane away and then put a well placed kick to Yves' leg and bam, instant detainment. Yet, Dani had yet to do that, and every encounter with them, the boys can feel the hairs on their nape stand with fear.

But Dani did what Dani did best and led them over to a small corner, ferocity (and something else, a tinge of sadness?) in their eyes. "Well, Dani, since this is the," Laurent began, counting silently in his head, Yves on his fingers, "wow, eleventh time? Jeez, you must be bored. What ya gonna yell at us this time for huh? Maybe you could let the other one talk since you flap your gab a lot." Yves was eager to chime in as well, swiniging his cane once again. "Hey, can ya talk or are ya just a parasite or somethin?" He asked, a wide grin on his face. Laurent merely rolled his eyes, ignoring the mute head, for now. "So, Detective Dani, if you actually are a detective, did you like the clues we sent you?"

"You know I'm too smart for them, I know where the circus travels. And you can just follow the yells and dramatic flares of people who've been cheated."

"Right again, sweetheart." At this point, Yves was looking for an excape route. They've been in this town with their gang of circus family, or hooligans, and they were waiting for them at some tavern on the next street over. Laurent was making small chatter with a silver tongue and Dani was responding with an eye roll and a sigh. Typical. Laurent's head buzzed around with calculations while his brother talked. It was always a risk, letting Yves talk. His skill resides in weapons, not the skill of tongue. Then Laurent saw it, their way out. It was an open window, granted a story up, but they've jumped out of bugger. Though it didn't make Yves' leg better, it made it worse with each getaway. Laurent rubbed his chin, "accidentally" bumping his brother. They exchanged a small look before looking back at Dani, Yves leaning on the cane that was now on the floor instead of swinging in the air.

"Come, sugar, lets find somewhere else to talk. Or should I say scold, cause I'm sure that's what you're here for, no? I mean, it is gettin late, wouldn't want a bunch of teens to be out past curfew, yah? But I'm sure this table looks sufficient." The pair walked over to the mentioned table, walking past a couple that had a plethora of food. The pair didn't realize how hungry they were until the savory tendrils filled their nose. Stealing from them would be a piece of cake. They watched Dani while they did it too, pulling a coin out of their pocket and bending down to "pick it up". "Here you go, ma'am, sir," they said, watching the shock on their faces. "I think you dropped this," Laurent murmured after a moment of silence. He slipped the penny on the table, stealing the bread on the table. They turned around to Dani, their back to the people as they split the bread into two, each eating their half. Yves smirked as he chewed on the bread while Laurent merely enjoyed the piece, eyes glued to Dani.

Maybe Dani had felt bad about shooting the pair, though they've come to learn it probably wasn't intentional, or Dani felt pity for them. Maybe it was neither. All the boys knew was that Dani never put them under arrest, even if it was their self proclaimed duty as a detective. And even on good days, they'd sit down to chat, the boys always trying to work the innerlockings of Dani's intricate mind. The pair wanted to know why there was a glint of sadness in dani's eyes, why pest Dani didn't talk, while the other Dani did. They tried insults, they tried asking politely, but bad habits die hard. That's why Yves still swung around his cane, why they still jumped out of windows when it made the leg worse. It was muscle memory at this point, just as it was for Dani to find them. They left clues to try and mislead Dani, but Dani was smart, and the boys liked that, they liked taking advantage of Dani's kindness.

So when the boys made their escape out the window, the sickening crack of bone splitting echoing through the alleyway, they looked up at Dani, giving a small salute for their departure. They'd see Dani again, they were definitely sure about it. Dani almost seemed like a friend, in some twisted sort of way. The pair hobbled down the cobblestone streets that collected the rain from the sky and god only knows what else, and made their way down to the tavern. They were greeted by the people they've come to know as family, people who were like them, oddd and different. Maybe that's why they liked Dani so much, they liked knowing that Dani wouldn't judge them for their body cause Dani was the same way. And who knows, maybe Dani didn't arrest them because they were like Dani, and maybe, just one fleeting moment, Dani didn't feel like the only one in the world. Sure, the pair wasn't the most ideal pair to deal with, but they knew the struggles that Dani had to deal with, and feeling normal for one minuscule second was better than feeling alone for all the others.

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tidbits!
•two peas in a pod
•Raised by circus
•Wrecks havoc in every town they visit
•Do jobs around the towns to gain some extra cash and gamble lots
•Two sharpshooters who play wth knives for fun
•Laurent is more skilled in talking, Yves weaponry
•Yves side has a limp and uses a cane because of a misplaced bullet. They aren't sure if it was for them or to scare them
•Laurent makes all the plans only to have Yves mess them up and get themselves into dangerous situations
•Owe a lot of money to people and are always on the run because of it and the circus is a getaway type thing
•Only way to tell them apart is the earrings that Yves has
•Why need anyone else when you got your best bro right beside you??
•Yves has nightmares and Laurent tells him they're gonna be okay and that nothing is gonna get them
•both have claustrophobia and a fear of confinement but Yves' is worse
•Laurent is the more rational side and Yves is the more impulsive side
•Laurent is the smooth talker and Yves is the more aggressive bean
•Likes to get revenge on those who have made fun of them
•Plot twist, left has dyslexia and takes a while to read stuff so right whispers words to him
•they aren't good fist to fist fighters cause they have bad balance and Laurent is the only one who can fight since Yves has to hold them up with the cane. They aren't cohesive and coordinated either.

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❝ A parasite need a host ❞

username;; qhostii

names;; The left head is named Eva while the right is named Lynn, however, they simply call themselves "Evelyn".

genders;; Eva is female as is Lynn.

relationship;; Evelyn and Dani grew up closer than most, the duo were practically inseparable- going on adventures, playing games and telling stories that had been exaggerated beyond belief. These days, however, were short lived and are now nothing but memories for the siamese twins to reminisce. One day Dani and Evelyn were out in the garden, shouting and chasing each other around in glee when Evelyn were greeted by a short, stocky male who picked them up and carried them away without saying a word to the twins or anybody else for that matter- the kits were petrified, sobbing and crying out for help all the way to their new home. The car they had been bundled into stopped abruptly, making the children jump in confusion, Eva was the first to speak up, "Where are we?" The strange man didn't reply but simply led the twins from the car through a colorful red and white tent..



Backstory;; The girls were greeted by many strange Kalons as they padded through the grounds, everything was new and confusing for the children. They were surrounded by brilliant greens and vibrant reds, a cacophony of joyful music and voices filled the air and the scent of all different foods stung their nostrils- the place was bustling. The girls continued to follow the man deeper and deeper through crowds and tents until the man stops to speak briefly to another male then leaves, this new person greets the twins warmly, "Hello, girls, welcome to the circus ! This is your new family !" The girls just stood and stared blankly, unsure of what to say until this man spoke up again, "Come, Come ! Let me show you to your trailer ! " The twins trailed solemnly behind the man to a rusty, run-down trailer with a scent that could only be described as rot, it was here that the man left them to settle in. "Eva?" Lynn spoke up for the first time since being packed into the car, "Yes, Lynn?" The other girl responded hoarsely, "Eva, when are we going home?" Eva hung her haid before giving a feeble, "I don't think we are going home, Lynn."


Personalities;; Dominating, aggresive and strong-willed- Eva is a force to be reckoned with. This ferocious young girl could be considered manipulative or even controlling, especially when it comes to her sister, Lynn. Eva realised after the change in scenery that her sister was far weaker and was a major pushover; she instantly began to take advantage of this and force her sister to do whatever she willed. Eva's hobbies include performing, singing and killing small bugs and rodents.

Submissive, timid and reclusive- Lynn is the poster child of introversion. A girl who wishes for nothing more than a life away from her sister's violent tendencies, Lynn is a caring character. When she was younger she had a special bond with Dani's mute head, coaxing her to try and speak although she never did. This timid young kit finds both an escape and comfort in music, it's her one way to escape the clutches of her sister. Lynn enjoys writing, painting and carving figurines from wood.

Song;;Evelyn, Evelyn.


HUGE WIP