Name: Mimic

Aliases: Atlas

Age: 21 DOB: 3/6/2003

Occupation: Hunter

Nationality: Unknown

Family:Unknown Partners: Eggbite

They watched in the corners of their eyes as the clouds grew pink and orange, purple and lilac- melding like hot iron into the setting sun. Mimic blinked; a small, sequential wave of muscle movements that made sound. Eggbite pulled his eyes from the map.

“What’s up?”

His partner gestured to the paper; a white dot glistening in the sunset.

“We’re…going southwest, right? We should see the village by now.”

“..No? Northeast.”

The two met eyes.

“No, southwest,” Mimic corrected, “The compass is flipped with these ma- Oh God.”

He cut himself off, with a gasp of realization, followed by a numb chuckle.

“Damn it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no,” Mimic began padding for tools, “not your fault. I should've caught it-”

The boy patted his cheeks, rubbing the eye blistering from one of them, then swung out his pickaxe.

“Okay. Well. The field is pretty, So that-”

“-Pales in comparison to you.”

This time, Mimic did not make eye contact. 

But the blush was beautiful against the orange sky.

“...Shush. Now lets find a place to set up camp for the night.”

Story by AboutRainbow on ArtFight