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Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

He gave the man an affirmative response, nodding his head faintly as the other spoke his name. Yes, Anders. While he couldnt understand the other he was glad that the man could at least understand his name. It gave him some hope that maybe his questions would eventually be answered. While he knew none of his questions would be answered he sighed gently and was intent to keep trying. At least, that was until the man started to become frantic, his body shaking so desperately. It had not dawned on him that the man may have suffered from amnesia, in actuality he thought that this violent shaking had something to do with Ludvig as the fox grew closer. Without hesitation he turned his head, inky black strands falling over his shoulder in a waterfall effect as he shooed the fox away. Ludvig go. The foxs ears flattened and with a pathetic whine he backed away from the two. Perhaps Ludvig would understand as Anders began to comfort the unknown man. At first he was unsure how, only that the frantic behavior and violent shakes needed to be stopped. As he sat helpless to do anything for those few moments he remembered one evening when Ludvig had a bad dream, or so he assumed. He gave the fox comforting strokes in which he calmed and later returned to a peaceful sleep. It was the same basic concept right? As the man grew more desperate in his pleas and his grip tightened around Anders hand Anders did the first thing he could think of. Pulling his hand from the others grip hard he moved a hand to either side of the others face, calloused thumbs moving to caress his cheek as he pulled the other a bit closer. At this point he was pretty sure it was instinctive because he could not recall thinking of doing this. Nor could he recall the urge to whisper calming things against the others cooler flesh. His lips pressed against the others forehead as he pulled the stranger fully into his grip by now. One hand proceeding to stroke the sunshine strands while the other simply held him. Calm down Calm down I will help you. I will help you, you mustnt be afraid. What the hell was he saying? At this point he did not care his only priority was to have the other calm and collected as they tried to sort things out. It was his words that he took notice of, his own words. It was like an epiphany. The man could not remember. I will help you. There was a sincerity in his words as he pulled the others head up, a hand on either cheek as he caressed his thumbs against them. He repeated himself, making sure the other would look into his eyes. I will help.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

If it had been a possibility, he would have been utterly hysterical. Screaming and throwing things would have been the least of Anders' worries but he simply could not muster up the strength to manage. The fit of trembling only seemed to increase as the seconds passed by. All he could repeat over and over again was 'no'. It didn't make a bit of sense. People didn't just come into being out of nowhere. They had families, didn't they? What if he had a family who was worried about him and he couldn't remember? A mother or a father or a brother or sister who were desperately seeking him out. He didn't know much but he did know that wherever he was, it was nowhere near home. Wherever home was. Banishing the beast did little to nothing in helping to calm him down. His grip never faltered and was only forced to loosen when Anders moved it himself. His struggles were somehow weak and violent at the same time as he shook his head from side to side, not wanting to be reasoned with. He wanted answers and he wanted to remember. He couldn't allow himself to relax. If he slipped into another sleep, he might never have remembered, if there was something to remember. No. He didn't want to entertain that idea. It was somehow more frightening than not knowing at all. However, strong as his will may have been, he was powerless to stop from reacting to Anders' touch. He squirmed helplessly, fighting his body's instinctual needs to accept the warmth and comfort it was being offered. No, no, no, he practically sobbed, trying to push him away, only to wind up failing. The feel of warm lips pressing to his feverish forehead had him hesitating. He didn't know who Anders was and yet, the man was caring for him as though he were some distraught child. Why did this feel so... right? He wanted to continue fighting, wanting to kick and scream and make more demands but Anders was winning. The reassuring voice, the soothing touch but most of all...those eyes . Such beautiful, honest eyes he had never seen. He didn't know when the tears began, nor did he care. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a shaky little breath, using every last bit of effort he had to place his own trembling hand atop Anders'. I do not understand you but a part of me knows that you are good. Anders... Slowly, he reopened his eyes, looking almost surprised. The name didn't quite sound so strange coming from him anymore. In fact, it sounded quite right . Anders, he repeatedly softly with a nod of his wearied head, brushing the pad of his thumb over his rescuer's knuckles. Maybe if he believed hard enough, he could convince himself that things would work out.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

Things would work out, or at least that is what Anders wanted to believe. His arms wrapped loosely around the strangers body as he soothed the man of his worries. After a few minutes or so he wanted to readjust, still having been squatting he instead moved closer, sat and then proceeded to pull the other into his lap. Had it been under any other circumstances Anders would probably had not care. He would have probably let the man to shiver and plead but the desperation. Anders was not without humanity and in the back of his mind he would one some stranger to treat him with the same kind of careful gentleness he was showing this one. At the repeat of his name he became alert and aware, curious as to the mans needs. It would be hard to communicate with them not speaking the same language. He thought quietly, his one hand running soothing circles against the others back while the free one, or rather now occupied one ran its fingers tips through gold strands. Yes? He questioned. He did not expect an answer, however, and so he became silent once more. The sound of the fires crackling embers as it died was the only thing heard within the cabin aside from the mans heavy breathing and the light lapping of water as Ludvig quenched his thirst. Perhaps the man was hungry, perhaps he was thirsty Perhaps It was at this precise moment that he remembered the lack of clothing the other held. Most of it had become to frozen to salvage but then again there wasnt much to begin with. A heavy blush settled on his cheeks dusting them a deep rose. Clearing his throat nervously he had begun to wish he hadnt tried to sooth the others worries because now in his lap sat a very naked man. The only thing that served as any type of clothing was the fur pelt that seemed to cling to the others hips. Uhh His arms moved to his sides, fingers pressing to the floor as he became wary of the situation, not wanting the other to think he was molesting him or anything along those lines. I think I should get you clothing. The blush still tainted his cheeks but he adverted his eyes to the side, his features stayed calm despite. His hand pointed to the others waist, as he began to look at everything but the stranger in his lap.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

When Anders coloured red, he wasn't sure of what to think. It would never have occurred to him that his nudity would make the man uncomfortable. Hell, it had never occurred to him that he was nude. Though, even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. Or, at least not have been as affected as Anders. Perhaps this lack of shame stemmed from something in his past. Something he couldn't remember. Either way, it never crossed his mind and he merely dealt the man a puzzled look. He wanted to lift his fingers to that kind face and just trace the outline of that healthy flush on the man's handsome face. Noticing that Anders had suddenly decided to drop his hands, a deep frown etched across his pale face as he regarded the man quietly. What is it? he rasped, not thinking to get off of him. Not that he could have had he tried. He was too weak. Have I done something...? The simple but foreign statement was followed by Anders averting his eyes as if he couldn't bear to look at him. At first, he didn't understand but all it took was his pointing for him to catch on. He was hardly stupid but he still couldn't entirely comprehend why his lack of clothing would make him react this way. His head tilted to the side slowly, an almost comical look of confusion overcoming the delicate features. I cannot dress on my own, he tried to explain, unable to offer much when it came to gestures as the act of simply lifting his arms caused him a great deal of stress. Communicating would not be easy. At least, not in this state. Perhaps when he was fully recovered they could make some real progress. Until then, he was sad to admit that he was fully reliant on this odd but wonderfully kind man with the beautiful eyes.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

Anders was unsure why he was acting the way he was, it was bad enough he already took to comforting the other like a Mother to her child but now this? It was unlike him, a hand lifting to his face to wipe it over the whole of his features. He needed to calm himself. I will find something for you. Letting his arms hesitantly slip beneath the others knees and the other to brace the mans back he lifted him with ease. Leaning forward very careful of his cargo hed eventually deposit the stranger back upon the fur pelts before moving to stand. His hands pressing against his knee as he gave a soft grunt. He could feel the tiredness in his joints it had been a long day after all. Turning from the sunshine gold crown he moved across his small hovel, really it wasnt as tiny as one would think but it was small enough to not be a nuisance and big enough to satisfy his own tastes. He began to shuffle around through random piles, they all looked rather dull in colour and similar in style. He wasnt much for fancy wear, it existed, just it wasnt his taste. Stealing a small glance at the stranger he gave him a once over and then stole his eyes back to his task. He would look wonderful in something fancy, or at least, that is what Anders thought. He had not seen many styles of clothing but once while out finish he caught a glimpse of some nobles in the area. What country they had come from, he was unsure of but it was their clothing that piqued his brief interest. The intricacy of their outfits, the colours, the big backs to the womens clothing. Shaking his head faintly he rid himself of the images. These will do fine, Anders was sure that the other could possibly make anything look fancy. Another brief thought made its way to the surface of his mind. Was the man more beautiful when healthy or did he pretty much look the same? Biting the inside of his cheek he suppressed the thoughts and moved back to the others side. It occurred to him that he did not know the others name and that would do them both no good. Instead he began to think of names he could possibly call the other. Velvety strands of ink spilled over his shoulder as he leaned down placing a simple shirt and pants besides the others body. He was sure the pants would not fit the other and that perhaps the other would look as if he was wearing an oversized shirt-like dress. He was pretty built, not too big as to be offsetting but lean due to his aggressive years of hunting while the other was thin and sickly. Eventually he would fashion clothes for the other but for now he knew that these would do. Kneeling before the man he took the shirt in his hand, moving his arms through the arm holes of the shirt he'd let his hands come out the other end, both grabbing the others in their grip. An unconcious shiver shuddered down his spine but was quickly ignored however, he hesitated in his actions, eyes lifting to eye the others face. Who was this man?
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

The ease with which Anders lifted him was both comforting and embarrassing. He wasn't sure if his illness had contributed to a significant loss of weight or if he had always been this thin and frail. It was incredibly frustrating, this not being able to remember anything deal. The more he tried, the thicker the fog in his mind grew until he became lost within it. He would have to stop himself before he did some permanent damage to his frazzled mind. He was scared that if he pushed too hard, he too would be lost along with his memories. Then where would they be? This was, it was his turn to blush, though thankfully Anders was not paying attention to him to have noticed this. He had no right to assume that Anders was a part of this struggle. It was unfair of him to rely on the man to help him recover his past. And yet, he hadn't done anything to dissuade the man when he had taken to calming him down, almost as though he had taken it upon himself to help him. Deep down, he knew it was incredibly selfish, but who else could he turn to? He didn't know where he was or where he could possibly go. Anders was all he had now and if the honesty in those lovely eyes was anything to go by, a part of him knew that this man could be trusted. Lost within his own thoughts, he barely noticed it when Anders returned to his side, clothes in hand. He blinked several times to regain focus, immediately catching sight of how those impossibly long, dark strands spilled over his shoulder like an inky waterfall. It was perfectly ridiculous but he had the sudden urge to bury his face in the strands. The hair looked so soft and would probably slip through his fingers like fine silk. It occurred to him that Anders was beautiful. He had a kind face that he could have gone on staring at for hours, learning, discovering, perhaps even admiring. Anders' touch was both purposeful and gentle, as though he were constantly aware and alert to his particular needs. How could a hunter appear to be so thoughtful and cautious around him? Granted, he didn't recall having met any but it was puzzling all the same. A large part of him didn't want him to leave his side. Most of his reasoning was selfish, naturally. He needed protection from the beast and Anders was, well... warm . The other reason was simply a desire to know his rescuer. How old was he? How long had he been on his own? Why did he choose to reside in such a remote land with nothing but snow and loneliness to keep him company? All of these were questions that he would have to struggle to convey and he simply had not the strength to do so. For now, he would have to settle for observing. The hesitation did not go unnoticed and within moments they had locked eyes. The pale blue irises found the brilliant blue-green and he found himself raising his narrow brows questioningly. What is it...? he questioned softly, a light crease in his otherwise smooth forehead making his concern all the more apparent.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

The others voice startled him slightly, his eyes widening a fraction before he adverted them back down to his task. Shaking his head he began to finish his appointed task, lifting the others arms up and letting the shirt slide over him. Tugging at the hem of the shirt slightly he pulled it so that it sat neatly upon the others shoulders Or rather shoulder. It was big on the other, slipping down one shoulder slightly. Why did he have the urge to hold the other again? Was it his lack of contact for so long that urged his senses to go haywire? Or was there a desperation hidden deep down that only surfaced when he realized how lonely he had been? He let go of a soft sigh as he fingered the pants a moment unsure of how to get them on the other without invading his personal space or privacy. He had completely over looked the others words, after all, he couldnt understand them to begin with. Taking the pants into his hands he gave the other a smile, a slight nervousness held beneath it. If he was desperate for company and touch he was afraid of what he might do if given the chance. Mostly, Anders had control of himself so there shouldnt be too much of a problem. Reaching out he pulled the other into his arms, chest against chest as he began to stand with the man. Carefully he tended to him helping the other finish getting dress, a light rose dusting his cheeks. He needed to think of a name for the other.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

Yes. Frustrating. Very frustrating. One way or another, he would find a way to break through this language barrier. It would have to wait because he barely had it in him to voice a proper complaint at their unique situation. Not that he wanted to complain. After his first outburst, Anders had truly surprised him with his level of kindness. Was he twisted enough to go to such lengths in order to be held again? He wasn't sure. Desperation had driven people to do things far more terrible than desiring attention. Though, a very faint but insistent voice in his head told him not to take advantage of the man's kindness. Who knew how long his patience could last. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking far too much enjoyment out of something as simple as being dressed. It was almost kind of lecherous of him, this not-so-secret appreciation of having Anders' hands on him. It was as if he had been deprived of human touch for a long time. Was this his body's way of helping him remember? He couldn't say for sure, but this time, he ignored the frustration in favour of reopening his eyes to favour Anders with a fond look. The shirt was obviously too big for him as one of his slender shoulders lay exposed but he didn't mind at all. A faint bruise coloured the skin of his shoulder slightly purple but as far as he could tell, he felt no pain. At least, not in that area. There was a particular smell to this shirt that he would now associate with his rescuer. It was a terribly intimate idea but he wanted to believe that in a sense, he would be sleeping with Anders all around him. It was an alien feeling, this sensation of security, as though he could rest easy knowing no harm would come to him. It warmed him down to his very toes. The sigh that was followed by another rare smile had him intrigued. He could read an uncertainty in Anders, as if he too were just as confused by all that was happening. He wanted to pull the man into his arms and whisper thank yous that would never be enough. As far as he could tell, Anders had saved his life. Would he not have been dead if he hadn't found him? Did he not then owe his very life to this man? Was that where this sudden affection stemmed from...? He didn't know and he didn't care. All he knew for sure was that something about Anders struck a chord deep within and he wanted to know him. Was it terrible to almost wish for his recovery to be a slow one? Perhaps. Time was all he needed. When he was pulled flush against his rescuer, it was his turn to smile, though on his pale face, it looked pained. He could feel the slow and steady rise and fall of Anders' chest with every breath that he took. For what seemed like the umpteenth time, he found himself lost within the magnificent aqua hues that were the man's eyes, once again struck by a nagging familiarity. Why, why, why did those eyes make him feel as though he were missing something? You're beautiful, he whispered, voice as strained as ever. He knew Anders wouldn't understand which was precisely why he said it. This was a secret he would keep to himself. For now, anyway.
Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

They stayed like that. Flushed against one another, the heat of each other being passed back and forth. Even after Anders had finished his task he hesitated in placing the other back into place. And when the other spoke to him he furrowed his brow wondering just what exactly he said. Was it to tell Anders to let go, to hurry, he was confused but he could not let that bother him. Pulling back slightly he started to bend down, laying the other back upon the fur pelted bed and returning the blankets back over him. The other needed to rest, but at the very least he now knew what he wanted to call the other. Anton Anton Leif. He spoke gently, almost quietly to the other as he crotched beside him. Pressing a hand to the mans chest he spoke again but a bit more clearly. Anton Leif. As he spoke the second part of the name he let his hand lift to tilt the others head up slightly. He made no more advances instead he stood while offering the man a faint smile. Bowing his head forward slightly he turned on heels and finally went to tend to his catch. Luckily it was cold and flies did not dwell otherwise part of the meat would have become unusable. A serrated blade lay upon one of the areas that looked like a counter, his hands claiming the tool as he moved back to his kill. Picking up the lynx deceased body he tossed it over his shoulder once more, patting his thigh with the knife in hand he beckoned Ludvig. Without hesitation the fox moved to the door knowing just what was to happen next. I will be outside. Anders pointed to the world beyond the door, and then back at his kill. He wanted the other to know that he would just be a few little bit away from the home, that he would not leave and would be back.