[They creep up behind you before suddenly placing their hands on your shoulders with a very loud:] Hi Blue!! Did ya miss me?

[All of his thoughts grind to a halt, and off of pure instinct and habit, he snaps around to grab onto both of your wrists, stand with on foot on the bench for extra leverage, and all of the sudden you’re pulled off of your feet and thrown to the ground stomach first, one arm behind your back, and a knee grinding into your back as well. It’s a bit too quick and practiced for you to get all of it.]

[He’s breathing heavily, only realising he did all of that without sight after a few seconds when his mind clears just a little. He’s shocked at even his own actions, despite having done this maneuver too many times to count.]

[They land on the ground with a loud grunt and fall stock still.]

[They have to take a few moments to process what just happened, and to regain their breath. Well, they sure didn't expect this reaction!]

[After those couple moment, they start trying to wrench you off of them.]

Fucking- get off me!

[He’s in the perfect position to break your arm. He thinks of it for only a second before he stands and takes a single step backwards, and then he freezes in place. He’s facing down to you, though he doesn’t realise. He's still in a bit of panic, that much is obvious.]

[They get up with an exasperated sigh.]

Really, that's how ya greet me?

[They sound annoyed. And they especially sound like they're putting all the blame on you. Sure, they startled you, but you really didn't need to act that extreme! Now they're going to have a sore stomach for a while!]

don’t fucking do that, and maybe i wouldn’t.

[He crosses his arms, wincing as he does so, though it’s discreet.]

Right. Well.

[They'll have to do something about this behavior. They're so lucky they happened to pick up the perfect item on the way to meeting with Fifteen! They're curious to test it out.]

[They have no idea if anyone knows what inn they're at now. Well, they know of one in town that has some pretty good soundproofing.]

We're leavin'.

great.

[Wow. He’s so excited to be alone in a room with you again, because that turned out so well last time. He is definitely not being sarcastic with himself whatsoever.]

[…He can’t leave on his own. He doesn’t even remember where the bench is. It’s so humiliating! He’s an adult, he should be able to do this shit on his own.]

[They grab your left hand, paying no mind to any potential shows of pain. You're going to regret acting this way against them.]

[They start walking without much warning. They really want to just go without guiding you. But.... They're in a public place.]

[He realises the bandages should probably be changed. With all this pretending the cuts aren’t there, and this manhandling, he’s sure that at least something has been ripped open at one point. It’s not like he got any stitches.]

[While he’s a bit startled, he’s come to expect this from you, so he recovers quickly and starts following. Though the distant panic in the back of his mind doesn’t go unnoticed.]

[They move in a different way than how you got here. Different twists, different turns, to the point where it's hard to tell what direction you might be moving.]

[Eventually, the flat stone pavement gives way to dirt road.]

[He stumbles a little when he steps onto the dirt, not expecting it, but he regains his stability well enough.] where the fuck are you taking me….?

[They keep moving at a rather quick pace, not bothering to slow down. In fact, the further from the town they get, they move just a bit faster.]

Well, I don't quite have the money to stay in an inn forever, ya know. Ya should be grateful I was willin' to spend this much money for ya.

[Huffing, he’s forced to move just as quick as you despite the increased risk of tripping on something. Well, at least if he trips, you’ll go down with him.] well i’m not because you’re just making my life a living hell! [He doesn’t even think to ask where you might be taking him instead.]

Ya got someone to take care of ya while ya deal with havin' no vision! Really, that's no livin' hell. Be grateful.

[Their voice turns bitter as they speak. They can't believe you don't appreciate their efforts! They have to do so many things to make sure you're living and not about to suddenly die. Besides, keeping a hero under their grasp is harder than they thought it would be!

this isn’t what care looks like…

[It’s like you don’t even remember that he can’t see anything sometimes. Not warning him for stairs, moving too quickly, not warning him for— So many things! It drives him crazy! He doesn’t know what to expect moment from moment and it’s just such the littlest things too, things that he hadn’t even realised mattered until now. Knowing when to expect changes in the ground below him, for example.]

[…This isn’t care. This is— This is just trying to control him. He’s not that stupid, he can recognize this for what it is! And he can also recognize that it’s working. How the hell is he even supposed to escape it?! This really is just living hell!]

[If they heard you, they show no sign of hearing. They hum some sort of song as they walk. At some point, they take a fork down the road, specifically down a road with a lot more twigs and rocks.]

[Again, even though he notices the slight change, he can’t do anything about it and almost immediately stumbles, though is forced to keep going from the pain of you grabbing his injured hand. You can tell that he’s shaking slightly, and that the fingers that do actually work are gripped onto your hand tightly, almost to the point of pain. After all with only two working fingers on that hand, it would be just that much easier to accidentally let go.]

[They slow slightly when you trip, mainly because they're now focusing on not tripping themselves. This road has always been a bit rocky. It leads to a few houses in various directions. They can't even call their neighbors much of neighbors. Everyone is far apart out here, and they're just now realizing how much of an advantage that is now.]

[He hisses in pain when he accidentally stubs his toe on a rock. It would be wonderful if he never had to go down this road ever again. This actually sucks more than just sitting on that bench and probably being stared at all day, he can’t wait for it to just be over or lead to stone pathways or anything else!]

[They take a few turns here and there, and the pathways only get less and less defined at they go on. They never really bothered with maintaining the road that leads to their home.]

[Well, at least they're almost there.]

[This is just— This is the woods. You’ve taken him out in the middle of the woods and now you’re going to murder him. Not exactly how he thought his life would end, but whatever!]

[…]

[He yelps as his foot gets caught on a tree root, and he tumbles onto the ground. With how tight his grip on your hand was, you go down with him.]

[They follow you down with a small yelp. Clearly, they were not expecting this. They push themselves up and glare down at you.]

Really? Gonna pull me down with ya? Well, we're almost there. Get up.

maybe if you told me where anything fucking was, this wouldn’t happen, dipshit.

[He too pushes himself up, wincing slightly when there’s a small ache in his ankle. Well, at least it doesn’t feel broken or anything. It’ll probably be sore for a while though.]

[…He realises he doesn’t know where you are anymore. Just listening for your voice can’t be that reliable, right? He stays standing in place until you do something.]

[They're realizing that having control over a blind person is rather inconvenient. They have to lead you everywhere all the time. But also, it's an excuse to touch you! Once that you can't even fight.]

[...Huh. Maybe they should be grateful for your blindness. The Goddesses have gifted them with this benefit, and that shouldn't just be scowling at every slight inconvenience it may cause.]

[In the end, your blindness is how they keep you under their thumb.]

[This time, they grab at your right hand. After all, they need their own right hand to unlock the door.]

[He gives a relived sigh that he hates when he actually has a point of reference for the world around him again. Then he immediately tenses because he should not be thinking of you like that. ]

[…He’s also at the very least grateful that you grabbed his other hand. His other, completely fucked up one, really deserves a break.]