Rovil the Possessed Halfling

I have such fond lovely memories of Rovil. I love this set of characters the nook of the world they take up in Obresh and the Ruby Empire.

Female Reader x Male Halfling

Originally Posted: October 30th, 2017

I had been traveling for a long time. I had just finished dealing with a mess up north. Now all I wanted to do was find a warm bed and sleep for a good solid week. It’s growing bitterly cold and I am not well equipped. It’s late by the time I find a small village. By then I am not able to find lodging or no one is opening their doors. The gnawing voice at the back of my mind is cackling at me.

I sit down on a set of stairs, wrapping my cloak around me as tightly as I can. If this is all I have, then it is what I have to work with. I just can’t help imagining a nice, soft, down bed and waking to pancakes and coffee in the morning.

“A bed of warm bodies would be better,” the voice whispers.

I close my eyes, forcing the voice back deep and down. It takes a lot of effort to keep that darkness inside me at bay. Every day when I wake and before I sleep I have to meditate so I can survive the day.

I don’t know when I fell asleep. In fact, as I come to, I don’t know exactly where I fell asleep. I’m in the warm bed from dreams. The blankets are soft and nice, and the pillows have a delicate fragrance to them. I leap up, terrified and worried. I look around the room and I see you. Your back is bare to me. Your hair is short and fluffy from sleep.

You turn and you face turns red. Your lips part and you duck. “I’m so sorry!”

“Sorry?” I yelp.

“She’s naked, it’s a good start.” The voice cackles.

I haven’t meditated. I can’t meditate! I feel my heart squeeze and my chest grow painfully tight.

“I thought you were still asleep.” You’ve slipped on a tunic and you dash out the door. “Please. Take your time. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

I stare at the door, a cold sweat beading down the back of my neck despite how hot I feel. The voice won’t silence. It keeps chittering away and whispering to me. “She has enough breast for two. Imagine your cock in that.”

“Shut up,” I hiss. I press the heels of my palms to my eyes attempting to meditate. I’m finally able to center myself and the voice goes quiet.

I step outside just now noticing the sweet aroma wafting through the entire place. It’s warm and cozy as I step into the kitchen. I see you standing over a large oven. The door is open and you’re pulling out a tray of fresh, sweet pastries.

My heart leaps into my chest. Have I died and gone to heaven?

You turn and smile at me. “Good morning.”

I begin to wonder what angle I should take. Should I play it cool? Should I do my usual bit and act cutesy?

“Did you sleep well?” You set the tray on the counter and my mouth begins to water.

“Yes!” I decided to go cute. “Thank you for taking me last night, ma’am. It was so cold and I was so scared.” I simper and pout, I make my eyes wide and voice sweet.

You look at me confused. You open your mouth to speak then shut it. “Yeah uh…I couldn’t just leave you there.”

“You’re so nice.”

“I’m sorry,” you laugh. “I didn’t realize you were a kid. I thought you were some…big adventurer type.”

This never happens.

“She thinks you’re some big shot adventurer,” the voice cackles. “Isn’t that cute?”

“I uh-” I let my real voice slip. “Uhm.”

You tilt your head as I try to decide what move to make next. “Are you hungry?” You ask. “You woke up just in time.”

“Really?” I gasp.

You take a couple pastries from the cooling rack and drizzle them with a white, sticky icing. “I’m getting ready to open the bakery in the morning,” you reply. “That’s why I was up so early.” You hand me the plate and my eyes light up as I look over the delicious confections before me.

“They’re fruit filled, so that won’t be too bad a breakfast.” You return to the stove.

I dig in, taking a big bite before realizing I had icing all over my fingers. I hate being sticky. But these pastries were the best thing I have ever eaten. “Thank you,” I say.

You turn and look at me, eyes wide. You smile, “ah ha, so you aren’t a kid.”

I can feel the tip of my ears burn.

“Wait until she bends over again, then you can give her a proper thanks.” The voice hisses unbearably loud.

“Sorry I just-”

“Pretending to be a cute kid probably get you more bang for your buck, right?” You ask. “I get it. Don’t worry. I took you in after all.”

My heart is hammering. You’re cute and a baker. I must have really died and gone to heaven.

“I was wondering why a little kid looked so manly,” you say as you start laying out pie crusts.

I could die now for real. My heart is pounding and my whole face feels hot. I lick my fingers as the voice goes on and on. For the first time though, I’m able to block him out while watching you.

“Come here,” you wave me over.

I flinch, going stiff for a moment before inching closer to you. You dip down and offer a spoon to me.

“Taste this,” you say and place the spoon in my mouth.

I moan then nearly choke when I catch myself.

“No good?” You’re brow pinches.

I shake my head and bang on my chest. “N-no. No. It’s really good!”

You beam. “Great! It’s the custard filling for the new pie I’m trying. Do you have a sweet tooth by chance?” You ask me.

“Do I ever,” I sigh dreamily.

“I could use a bit of help the next couple of days,” you reply. “How about, for room and board, you work with me until you have to go. I’ll keep you fed.”

My mouth waters and I nod my head. “That would be great.”

“Good. It’s settled,” you hold your hand out to me. “And you are?”

“Rovil.” Your hand is so warm and soft when I take it. I bet you taste sweet. I snap the thought from my mind, hoping he didn’t hear.

“Nice to meet you, Rovil.”

“I bet her voice would sound sweet screaming that over and over.”

Nope, he heard me.

Over the next few days, I work in your bakery. I take customer’s money while you continue to work in the kitchen. I have to admit, I never saw myself working like this before. I almost don’t mind it. But the voice, he makes it impossible for me to see it as a long-term position.

In the mornings you wake up before dawn to prepare for the day. I get up with you but stay behind to do my meditations. I help you cook and you feed me. I hate how much I love when you feed me from your hand. I love it, but the voice makes it difficult to enjoy to the fullest.

When you close the bakery, it’s just the two of us. I’m close to you all day but something changes when those doors close and you lock them. My heart begins to hammer and I can feel the tips of my ears burn.

“I really like having you here, Rovil,” you tell me one night as we sweep up.

“Really?” I gasp.

You nod. “I’ve lived alone for a while and I haven’t had any help as of late. It’s nice having a soul around. You know?”

My heart aches. There isn’t just one soul here. I so want to share with you the truth. I want to tell you everything. I want you to know me better than anyone. But that would only wind up hurting you.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I…I really like you too.” I then realize what I’ve said.

You smile up at me and my heart melts. I’m sitting on the counter when you come close to me. Your hand pets my cheek and runs through my hair. I lose my breath and I manage to turn my head in time. Your lips hit my cheek. Good.

“Sorry,” you chuckle shyly. “I know that must have been sudden.”

My throat is tight. “No, it’s fine really,” I murmur. “It was just a surprise.” I take your hand and kiss your knuckles. When I look up, I’m pleased by the shade of pink your cheeks turn. The voice is silent, in fact, I nearly forget about him as I look into your eyes.

“I know this sounds weird but…will you carry me?” I ask. I hold my arms up and you lift me up. I cuddle to your soft, warm chest and hug my arms around your neck. I’ve never felt so accepted before. But that’s when the voice comes back.

“Don’t get too comfortable. Once I get a chance at her, she’ll never say your name that sweet again.”

I close my eyes tight, holding tighter to you.

As you get ready for bed you turn to me. “Why do you meditate before going to sleep?”

I swallow. “You noticed?”

You nod and slip into bed. “I’m a little curious is all. I didn’t take you for a monk or religious type.”

I sigh, going through all the lies in my head I could tell you. But none of them sound right. I’ve always been a liar. That was how I survived after I escaped. It was the only way I had. But with you…I’ve never felt more disappointed in myself.

You sit up and touch my cheek. “Rovil?”

I nuzzle into your palm and hold your hand to my face. “I have a lot of stories I could tell you. But none of them are true.”

You inch close to me, holding my other hand.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I liked you. But I’ve lied so much in the past. I don’t want to lie to you.”

You smile and kiss my cheek again. “You don’t have to tell me then,” you murmur. “Not until you want to.”

I smile up at you, crawling into your lap so I can hug you. “You make me feel so big and small at the same time.”

You wrap your arms around me and kiss the top of my head. “I want you to feel big. Because to me, you’re the only one who stands out.” You kiss my cheek again. “Whatever your reasons on, I trust you’ll tell me someday.” You lay down. “I won’t bother you. Go on back to meditating.” You blow the lamp out and lay down.

My heart is hammering so hard and fast. I clutch my chest and watch you. I contemplate how lucky I am that you took me in. But I cannot forget what a curse I would be for you. It takes me longer than normal to meditate that night but when I do I curl up with you. I hold you in my arms as best I can. I want to protect you.

The next morning you don’t open the bakery. It’s your one day a week you don’t open the shop so that you can rest and recuperate and run errands. You sleep in and after I meditate I get to watch you sleep. I touch your cheek and brush your hair from your face. I want to kiss you, but I know I can’t.

“Mm,” you turn and rub your eyes. You look up at me and smile.

“Finally,” I tease.

“You’re still here,” you murmur.

I furrow my brow at you. “What does that mean?”

You stretch and yawn. “I had a dream you left.” You prop up on your elbows. “You wouldn’t tell me why. You just looked at me and turned away. But…” you frown, sitting up more. “I saw something.”

“Huh?” I gasp.

“There was a shadow over you.” You wave your hand above my head and around me. “This big…dark…heavy thing,” you grimace. “It looked like it was hurting you and I couldn’t help you. I felt so useless.”

I take your hands and squeeze them tight. “Don’t you dare say that!” I squeeze your hands tight. “Ever since I came here you’ve done nothing but make me feel whole. You’ve made me feel stronger than I ever felt.”

You smile and dip down. I’m too slow this time. I can’t stop you. Your lips press against mine and against my better judgment I kiss back. For a moment, I think to myself I was worried about nothing. But then, I feel your tears splashing down my face.

You pull back and you double over as if in pain. “Rovil…what’s happening?” You whimper.

“No.” I shake my head and hold you. I wipe away your tears and see that your eyes look hollow. The expression on your face makes my heart ache.

“Rovil?” You whimper. “Why does it hurt?”

I bump my forehead against yours. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “You shouldn’t love me. No matter how much I want you to. You shouldn’t. Please forgive me.”

You lay your head on my chest until it passes. Once it does I tell you everything. I tell you about my childhood and how I was locked away. I told you how every day was a struggle and a fight. I told you about him, I even told you his name.

“Abadon?” You whisper.

“That’s why my kiss hurt you,” I murmur. “Because he’s kissing you too.”

You touch your lips then look at me. The hollowness has gone from your eyes, but the memory is still there. “I often wondered who you were whispering to.”

“Oh,” I flinch. “You heard that.”

“You said shut up to me once and I could never figure out why.” You sigh. “I’m so sorry you have this weight on your shoulders. I know why you seemed so strong to me all this time though.”

I bite my lip, feeling tears well up. “You don’t hate me?”

Your eyes go soft and you kiss my cheek. “How could I hate you? Just because of some…ass hole squatting on your soul?”

“Fucking bitch,” Abadon snarls.

I laugh, beaming up at you. “You really mean that?”

“I fell in love with you almost at first sight. I only fell deeper when I got to spend all this time with you. I’ve never enjoyed feeding someone my cooking so much before.”

“It’s the best!” I argue and you giggle. You then go quiet and somber. I crawl into your lap and you hold me. You kiss the top of my head and sigh.

“Who will feed you when you’re gone?” You murmur.

“I’ll get by. Don’t worry.” I hide my face. I don’t want you to see me cry.

“I’ll send you away with a lot,” you murmur.

I sit up and lift your chin. I kiss the tears from your cheek and then wrap my arms around you. “I’ll come back,” I whisper. “I love you.”

You hold me tight. You sniffle and pull back, rubbing your eyes. “I shouldn’t be crying so much.”

I lick your cheek, tasting your tears. “Even these are sweet.”

You scoff and push me. “Silly,” you sniffle and blow your nose. “Let me make you one last meal before you go.”

“It won’t be the last,” I shake my head.

You then steel your gaze. “It better not be! Once you get rid of that fucker you come home to me. Got that?”

I swallow back the lump in my throat. “Home?”

Your nod is sharp and sure. “Yes. This is home. You come back when you can. It’s always here for you.”

You make me a massive breakfast. All my favorites in one sitting. You then pack me a bag full of pastries and bread to last me awhile on my journey.

“Thank you,” I murmur as I stand in the door.

You kneel down so we stand eye to eye. You hold your pinky out to me and I loop mine around it.

“I promise,” I whisper.

You kiss my cheek. “Then stay safe.” You stand up. “Come back in one piece.”

I smile up at you. “There will be a piece missing when I do. But it doesn’t belong there anyway.”

You kiss the top of my head. “You better go on now.”

“Oh?” I tilt my head.

“If you linger any longer I’ll make you stay.” You wave your hand out. “Now go.”

I take a few steps, heading back out towards the stairs where you found me. I turn around and see you in the doorway.

“You’ll never see her again,” he rasps in the back of my mind. “She’ll forget you in time.”

“Don’t listen to him!” You call out to me and my heart stops.

“Whatever he’s saying,” you shout, “he’s lying!”

I smile as his voice fades. Your voice replaces him. “I know!” I call back.I turn back around and climb the stairs. Once I’m out of the village I turn back around again. I memorize the village and the horizon. I memorize my home. Your voice still rings in my ears.When Abadon tries to speak I hear you telling me you love me. I hear you telling me the truth and silencing him. Meditation comes easy now whenever I remember you.