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Having a heart that doesn’t belong to you is a weird occurrence. It had barely happened before the formation of the lands of Lifesteal. There had always been rumors of hearts rejecting their new owner, killing them painfully and slowly. Those rumors, however, were not true.
Clown of all people would know that. The heart flutters in panic, but doesn’t reject you. After absorbing it, your body will feel off. As if something has changed. Ignore the feeling if you want to survive here.
The oddest part of all, is how it feels to be in the presence of the heart’s previous owner. You feel a tug towards the person. You long to be near them. It makes you lonely.
Clown had never given into that feeling before. He refused to be vulnerable.
Until he met Branzy. It was odd. He couldn’t remember killing him, until he noticed the fear Branzy felt around him. They had met before, early into the 3rd year of Lifesteal’s existence.
Something about the pull he felt towards Branzy was different. It was stronger, and harder to ignore. So he indulged, just a bit. It wasn’t supposed to go this far.
But then he found himself letting Branzy patch his wounds. He trusted him enough to turn his back to him, and Branzy returned that trust.