So I was just thinking about one of my characters, Jules from the Sorcerer of Runes series and I was thinking of the two types of things that I find funny that make them… Well, them.
One is their duty struck up self, who has to follow the rules.
“So this place should lead us towards the animal where we will meet the ones who wanted you both here in the first place.” They stare at Braedon, “It must be hard for you to acknowledge that I have to keep my mouth shut about certain things, but this I can reveal;” They move their head downwards, as a lump comes down their throat, and their eyes glimpses back up at us. “Spirit are the ones that wanted you here.” Their hushed voice hits hard like stones. “I’m just supposed to be the one that’ll guide you to them. That’s all.”
Meanwhile, Jules has that little ball of unpredictability that is rather humorous for me to see, and sort of breaks from that duty-filled self. Some call it snarky, sarcastic. Whatever it is, it’s really funny to see when it strikes out.
“Jules. You are delusional.” Braedon says, when a small hidden smile crinkles across their face.
“Well, I guess the same can be said about you.” I let out a gasp.
“Jules!”
“My word!” he says, “You can’t just flip it back at me!”
“I can, and I will.” They remark, “Now Braedon, you are being… What would you call it?” They pause for a second, when point their hand to the sky. “Oh, that’s right; a hypochondriac.” That is when a loud screech comes throughout the room, and their ears twitch up. When there is a small little creature with a long tail comes from the tree, hanging down from the branch, and it is smiling at us.
I can’t help but look at it, almost as if there is something… Weird about it. Maybe even cute. But Jules is staring up at it, as if they’re going to lunge!
“Jules…” I whisper, “It looks cute—”
“Don’t you say that. Don’t you DARE say that!” They say, when it blinks at us. Its small bushy tail fluffs up, when it hoists itself up at the branch that it swings on. And it starts to flare, with it starting to go gray.
Surely something that is changing colour can’t be dangerous? But it’s no longer giving a big puppy eye stare it once had. Instead, its eyes are pinpricks, menacing. I take a step back, when a hand grasps onto mine. My heart beats quickly when Braedon’s eyes zooms into mine… Jules groans, when they straighten themselves up, gripping on the side of the gray green filled rock and turn towards us.
“Urrgh, you see!?” Their voice is a murmur when I can there is a sound of a footstep behind me, dragging me back… “Guys! Come on!” They say when they start jumping on the next rock. We were swaying back… We can’t actually be going on those stones… When just as sudden, Braedon is pulling me away. Further away from them… “Hey! get back here!” Further away from the pit. “They’re going to…!” I could barely hear what Jules is saying, when they are jumping on the rock and the snakes launch out…
I will say, that is what most know about them, the cool fox that seems to follow rules to an extent, before they later follow out of the script and get mad about others doing it, especially when they are the one who usually fall out of the script. But to see them soft, well…
“I just want to make sure you’re ok. That’s all I can hope for.” Jules whisper as they are looking at me. “Do you want something to drink? Perhaps tea if your head’s still in pain…?”
That must be some daydream, right?
We can hope that the fox, although they are a bit unpredictable, quiet and always like to keep themselves, will find someone that that is rather nice to them in return. At least, that’s what we can all hope for, right?