[ After that display, the villagers are pretty uncertain about what to do about the naked stranger. They keep their distance even after he sinks to the ground, wary of what someone who is clearly not stable would do.
In the end, it's Eleos that approaches. Partly to act as a healer, and partly because he feels drawn to this man without understanding why. So he kneels down next to the man, yellow wings folded against his back as he looks him over.]
[ his eyes tell him to sleep, but his will defies the need, forcing them open only for them to groggily slip back down until bright blue iris dimming to a half-close. there’s someone he doesn’t know that’s approaching, all he’s seeing is a shadowy figure at first, coming his way— the man lifts his lips and lets his throat do the guttural talking, the snarl of a beast that doesn’t want anyone near him.
but he blinks to get the colors straight, he thought he saw yellow. ginger hair begins to stand out against the shade and clothes, and—
if this was a dream, it was a nice one. he felt like he was floating and everything— and words fall from his lips in whispers. the man’s hand raises just a little before shakily maintaining itself on the ground. it was heavy, everything was. except, maybe, for this sight, trying a second time to move.
because his heart told him to move and he wouldn’t accept the will of a shell. ]
Eleos. [ no, he’s not, but—
names hold power, especially to those who’ve given them. ]
[Names hold power, especially with those who did the naming. Despite it being a different voice, coming out of a human throat instead of a dragon- he innately knows who is saying his name. His eyes widen in shock, his conscious mind doesn't know how it's possible. But his soul and heart know, and there is no lying to them]
Erebus...?!
[Erebus was here. Erebus was back and somehow human. He...
It was a flood of emotions. The pain of the mark finally relented completely, the physical pain vanishing as if it'd never been. A piece of himself has found his way back, making him feel like a whole person. There's relief, knowing who he cares about most has returned. There's worry, so many questions unanswered and Erebus looked to be in bad shape.
But...there's also anger. Erebus had abandoned him. He ignored Eleos pleas and left him, making it seem like it'd be forever. Had he lied to him this whole time? Did he put through him such unnecessary suffering? For what? The possibilities made him...angrier.
It was tempting to yell at him here. Maybe even throw something. But Erebus was in no condition and this was too public.]
We'll talk later.
[He sucks in his breath and casts a sleep spell, to knock Erebus out completely. When he awakes once more, he'll find himself in a bed of a healers lounge- covered up with robes. This body will be less hungry at least, someone fed him broth while he slept.
And if someone anticipated him lashing out whenever he woke? He's been tied up with ropes. The softest ropes someone could find, but still tied up.]
[ — he’s out before he can say a thing more, and so fatigued he doesn’t dream. he rests. he’s the perfect patient while he sleeps, soft-faced and serene. they bathe him and clothe him, pull his mess of hair away from his face to give his features breathing room.
he’s lovely when he’s asleep. an angel! a babe.
until he groggily begins to toss his head back and forth, finding it hard to shift into his side, stretch his wings . . . his arms are the first to feel the rope’s grip, and in seconds flat! the whole building should know that erebus is awake.
there is nothing but screaming, and thrashing with enough force that the bed clatters like an earthquake flying solo. he’s screaming like he used to, because there are strange people walking way too close to him, strangers, with bowls and more clothes and lords, he has clothes on, they put clothes on him. he has absolutely no where to go beyond chafing his flesh from the restraint. fight or flight is strong! and his branded mark creeps further up his tongue, there to easily identify him.
[Wow it's a wonder why Eleos had suggested to restrain him. A complete mystery.
Eleos had only been across the room as Erebus, not wanting to go much further from his dragon after the days of separation. He'd been trying to sort out his feelings, figure out what to say when he awoke. It was tough! He kept wavering between wanting to caress the sleeping man's cheek, and slapping it.
Emotions man, they complicated.
But you better believe the screeching catches his attention. He gets up from his chair and rushes over to him, sitting on his bedside and trying to get him to stop thrashing about so much. He sits sideways, trying to make sure his wings don't fall on the bed, but the tips of the feathers brush against Erebus anyway.]
Hey- hey calm down! You're safe, you're just in the healers lodge.
[ its the only person that would ever make him stop flailing and screaming all at once. erebus’ chest expands and deflates wildly as his eyes keep wide— with all that ferocity still in him, it bases itself from fear. he’s actually afraid.
not more than waking up without him, though. the wings do even better at silencing him, tickling skin he once wouldn’t feel quite as much; scales were thick and rough, and skin was just so . . . thin. and soft.
he wants to move again, and the restriction causes in him a frustrated groan with watery blotches forming at the corner of his eyes. what it this madness— ]
Get this off! It’s squeezing my insides out!
[ he’s actually
crying but he can believe this is some torture bed of horrors all he wants ]
[Eleos is notably making no move to comply with Erebus's demands. If Erebus looks at his face, there's a clear unhappy expression at being ordered around by the one who blatantly ignored his pleas twice now.]
You'll be untied when I'm ready to untie you. But I want to hear what is going on.
Did you know you could turn into a human when you abandoned me?
[ he’s being held hostage? un. believable. at first erebus’ hiss comes out as a frustrated ahhh, emotions running too high, blinking to keep the sting away from his eyes and ramming his body backwards in rebellion.
but breathing helps. his chest still heaves and he looks away by snapping his neck to the side, what doesn’t last long.
he’s slowly turning his face back to eleos. back to his eyes, and in seconds a pang hits his chest. with delay, but it’s harder than the impact of a storm touching the earth.
it hurt more than leaving him, no matter his justification. there was nothing more fierce than guilt impaling him.
he loved him and he left him for that. he loved him and was here, now, for that. but erebus’ eyes water even further into a shining redness, throat tightening into his chest and making his ribs feel clenched. ]
It was a risk. [ he can’t bring himself to rebel more, truth slipping off his lips like water. ] That’s why I left you.
[There's an expression in his eyes that is mingling with the anger: disappointment and sadness. Part of him been hoping that it was by chance he found out about this after he left. But...no, the logical part about him knew it'd been far too short a time apart for that to be likely.
He had intentionally kept him in the dark. He had left him with no idea what was to come.]
You should've said something. Anything. Even if it was a risk, a little hope would've been better than...
[ he would’ve been a liar that took not only his heart, but his hopes, dreams and hand. if he were free from this bond at least in some, whether from its abolishment or just time mending the hole . . . ]
It’d hurt less.
[ or. so he thought. and maybe it was true, but. it didn’t happen, in their case. ]
[ was he just saying that now because he was here, or would he have changed his mind if his wrist blew off and thought that he just went of and— dropped dead?
erebus doesn’t know and it tires him to think of possibilities that didn’t exist anymore. ]
It’s not just you I wanted to spare.
[ he wanted . . . to definitely spare himself, too. because if it didn’t work at all, at least he could try, ah. he didn’t know. get over it. get over not being able to have a mate or even act like it when the feelings were there and would never be reciprocated. it was like trying to stick an insect together with a dog. It’s unnatural and doesn’t work and would just hurt him day in and day out.
because a human wouldn’t “love” him, as humans say when they find themselves in a pair. he’d grow aggravated to be seen as nothing more than an important companion, frustrated that every aspect of feelings wouldn’t be met, and the only one susceptible to his ire would be the one closest to him.
erebus doesn’t elaborate, but he’s still, and decides to look elsewhere. ]
[Eleos takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Erebus was...stubborn and immature. It's no wonder his human form looked as young as he did. It was easier to hide your age as a dragon to a human who knows very little, but here? Yeah...it's clear Erebus wasn't any older emotionally than he was. ]
It wouldn't have spared you either.
[He knows that. Erebus would've come to regret how he acted eventually had it not worked. In Eleos mind, it would'be been more understandable if they had tried to make things work, and then only got their separate ways as a last resort. But Erebus never gave him that option. He decided for both of them and didn't listen to a word Eleos had to say.
But there was time to address that later. ]
So...you're human now? And you're okay with that?
[Nothing Erebus has ever done has given Eleos the impression that Erebus wanted to be a human. Ever.]
erebus lets his eyes set on a closed window. who would want to stay human? he was tied up, he was trapped and away from the wind, away from fresh air and the wildlife and probably the farthest he’s ever wanted to get from eleos instead of closer. ]
It’s weird. [ . . . ] I’ll get used to it.
[ it doesn’t feel like the right time to say “want to run away with me and turn into a dragon?” he has to mend the bond that feels fractured. ]
[It was easy to tell that no, Erebus wasn't happy being in a human form. It doesn't exactly surprise Eleos, being human was a definite downgrade from being a dragon. You're smaller, weaker, you're forced to rely on others.
Was Erebus really willing to live a life out like this for his sake? Wouldn't he come to resent him one day?]
...Will you be able to turn back? If you don't get used to it?
[ said with a tiny huff, wordlessly saying you know me. he wouldn’t let anything trap him, much less eleos. there was one conclusion that shifts his ideas: eleos and this bond was no reason to be trapped. not any more. ]
. . . How long do we have to stay here?
[ using “we” was a good start to getting untied, maybe. ]
[Well Erebus seems unconcerned about that, which gives some relief to Eleos. Sure, maybe there was a chance Erebus just hasn't realized he can't turn back, but for now- he's going to try to be optimistic about it.
He couldn't see Erebus being foolish enough to do a ritual that was permanent after all. Not with what was at stake.]
Well...you're still pretty weak, seems you didn't eat or drink for awhile. If you tried leaving, you probably wouldn't get far before you collapsed again.
[ aaaagh, hisses erebus in his usual protests, but at least he isn’t moving against the binds. ]
They put fabric on me.
[ the real reason: he was the one that was scared, if his reddening ears and tomato cheeks are anything to go by. but explain to a dragon that nudity is forbidden in public? explain!! ]
It’s hot—
[ he mutters this, and shifts uncomfortably on the bed, unaware that it’s his flustered lying that’s making him burn. ]
[Yeah that hissing sounds way less intimidating when it's coming out of a human mouth. ]
That's because humans wear clothes when we're among others. Going without them around someone else is seen as ... i-intimate? [His cheeks turn a little pink as he thinks of how to explain in dragon terms] Like with our, um, mate.
[nailed it]
They're loose fitting robes. They shouldn't be that hot.
[he reaches over though, to put his hand on his forehead to check for a fever. And once he does that, without really thinking about it, his hand slides down to touch his cheek, thumb rubbing gently against the skin.
It's...a very strange sensation. Even though he looks so different now, Eleos can't shake the feeling of familiarity from him. No matter the form, he knows Erebus. ]
[ now it isn’t even apparent if mate talk is what makes him complete his transformation of peachy to red face, or if it was already well underway to begin with. his cheeks are burning further into color, almost an embarrassed purple because hey, that’s what he feels about you, dude.
but there’s no fever, he just feels hot and his human face is burning, burning and prickling his skin. ]
What’re you—
[ doing, what’s wrong with my head, he’d protest, but soon eleos’ hand is on his rosy cheeks instead, thumb tickling him, and what else— it tickles his belly, the very core of it.
it tumbled and give him that feeling. the sickness feeling. his breathing escalates from the nose and his eyes are wider— blue, bright and while not in reptilian slits, they still . . . carry the vibrancy his dragon eyes did.
he likes the touch. he likes it. his sickness only has one cure and there isn’t any other way around it. he wants to touch his hand, he wants— to feel what it’s like too, and when restraints hold him back from doing so, a spark of irritation flares in his chest.
damn. it. damn it . . .
because he’s caught staring at eleos and. doesn’t move away in the slightest.
his head wobbles a little, as if thinking twice, before whatever he was thinking before gives in. eleos’ hand would feel the weight of erebus’ head into his palm.
this made up for any weird thing being a human entailed. ]
[It's such a little thing, Erebus moving the weight of his head into his palm. A small gesture, compared to anything else. But in a way, it's enough to have something switch in Eleos's brain. A realization that makes his own green eyes widen with awe.
He knew he wanted to stay with Erebus, but he never thought about in what capacity. Simply staying by his side, being free- that had been the goal. But now sinking in was the desire for more than simple companionship. They were meant to be together in every capacity.
They weren't just bonded together. They were mates. As that fact sunk in, the tattoo on his arm grew a little more.
He kept his hand on his cheek, brushing the skin with his thumb. His mate, his dear Erebus. Even with their relationship a little strained, he still knew he'd never leave him.]
I’d want to. [ and truth that holds certain humor he doesn’t realize, as erebus wrinkles his nose: ] Somewhere less stuffy.
[ it reeked of human! everywhere he looked, all he could smell was human (to be fair, he’s smelling himself the whole time). his eyes glance to eleos and his hand, finding that the mark has pulled up further— had it been the proximity? erebus’ gums were beginning to taint with the stretching mark of his tongue. ]
[it's a half-hearted argument at best, no real bite to it. He hesitates a little at the question. not because he's unsure but...]
..I-If you'll have me.
[erebus had left him once already, there's still a tinge of worry it might happen again.]
I mean, this village is nice and the people here are really kind. But...
[He bites his lip and his wings shuffle a little, slightly nervous as he thinks of how to say it. It's a little more complicated than just "I want to be with you", even if that fact was true.]
but— okay. here we go. his heart is skipping and there’s a lump in his throat (he can almost feel beating in it), having a hard time in swallowing it down. he’s nervous, but he’ll take it. ]
I want you with me. That’s why I’m here, [ a glance down, because he can’t quite sit up. ] like this.
[That gets Eleos to duck his head a little. But if erebus looks carefully, there's a smile on his face. The first smile he's had since Erebus came to the village. Heck, probably the first one since they parted ways.]
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In the end, it's Eleos that approaches. Partly to act as a healer, and partly because he feels drawn to this man without understanding why. So he kneels down next to the man, yellow wings folded against his back as he looks him over.]
Who...are you...?
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but he blinks to get the colors straight, he thought he saw yellow. ginger hair begins to stand out against the shade and clothes, and—
if this was a dream, it was a nice one. he felt like he was floating and everything— and words fall from his lips in whispers. the man’s hand raises just a little before shakily maintaining itself on the ground. it was heavy, everything was. except, maybe, for this sight, trying a second time to move.
because his heart told him to move and he wouldn’t accept the will of a shell. ]
Eleos. [ no, he’s not, but—
names hold power, especially to those who’ve given them. ]
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Erebus...?!
[Erebus was here. Erebus was back and somehow human. He...
It was a flood of emotions. The pain of the mark finally relented completely, the physical pain vanishing as if it'd never been. A piece of himself has found his way back, making him feel like a whole person. There's relief, knowing who he cares about most has returned. There's worry, so many questions unanswered and Erebus looked to be in bad shape.
But...there's also anger. Erebus had abandoned him. He ignored Eleos pleas and left him, making it seem like it'd be forever. Had he lied to him this whole time? Did he put through him such unnecessary suffering? For what? The possibilities made him...angrier.
It was tempting to yell at him here. Maybe even throw something. But Erebus was in no condition and this was too public.]
We'll talk later.
[He sucks in his breath and casts a sleep spell, to knock Erebus out completely. When he awakes once more, he'll find himself in a bed of a healers lounge- covered up with robes. This body will be less hungry at least, someone fed him broth while he slept.
And if someone anticipated him lashing out whenever he woke? He's been tied up with ropes. The softest ropes someone could find, but still tied up.]
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he’s lovely when he’s asleep. an angel! a babe.
until he groggily begins to toss his head back and forth, finding it hard to shift into his side, stretch his wings . . . his arms are the first to feel the rope’s grip, and in seconds flat! the whole building should know that erebus is awake.
there is nothing but screaming, and thrashing with enough force that the bed clatters like an earthquake flying solo. he’s screaming like he used to, because there are strange people walking way too close to him, strangers, with bowls and more clothes and lords, he has clothes on, they put clothes on him. he has absolutely no where to go beyond chafing his flesh from the restraint. fight or flight is strong! and his branded mark creeps further up his tongue, there to easily identify him.
so basically (screeches) ]
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Eleos had only been across the room as Erebus, not wanting to go much further from his dragon after the days of separation. He'd been trying to sort out his feelings, figure out what to say when he awoke. It was tough! He kept wavering between wanting to caress the sleeping man's cheek, and slapping it.
Emotions man, they complicated.
But you better believe the screeching catches his attention. He gets up from his chair and rushes over to him, sitting on his bedside and trying to get him to stop thrashing about so much. He sits sideways, trying to make sure his wings don't fall on the bed, but the tips of the feathers brush against Erebus anyway.]
Hey- hey calm down! You're safe, you're just in the healers lodge.
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not more than waking up without him, though. the wings do even better at silencing him, tickling skin he once wouldn’t feel quite as much; scales were thick and rough, and skin was just so . . . thin. and soft.
he wants to move again, and the restriction causes in him a frustrated groan with watery blotches forming at the corner of his eyes. what it this madness— ]
Get this off! It’s squeezing my insides out!
[ he’s actually
crying but he can believe this is some torture bed of horrors all he wants ]
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[Eleos is notably making no move to comply with Erebus's demands. If Erebus looks at his face, there's a clear unhappy expression at being ordered around by the one who blatantly ignored his pleas twice now.]
You'll be untied when I'm ready to untie you. But I want to hear what is going on.
Did you know you could turn into a human when you abandoned me?
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but breathing helps. his chest still heaves and he looks away by snapping his neck to the side, what doesn’t last long.
he’s slowly turning his face back to eleos. back to his eyes, and in seconds a pang hits his chest. with delay, but it’s harder than the impact of a storm touching the earth.
it hurt more than leaving him, no matter his justification. there was nothing more fierce than guilt impaling him.
he loved him and he left him for that. he loved him and was here, now, for that. but erebus’ eyes water even further into a shining redness, throat tightening into his chest and making his ribs feel clenched. ]
It was a risk. [ he can’t bring himself to rebel more, truth slipping off his lips like water. ] That’s why I left you.
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[There's an expression in his eyes that is mingling with the anger: disappointment and sadness. Part of him been hoping that it was by chance he found out about this after he left. But...no, the logical part about him knew it'd been far too short a time apart for that to be likely.
He had intentionally kept him in the dark. He had left him with no idea what was to come.]
You should've said something. Anything. Even if it was a risk, a little hope would've been better than...
[he swallows]
You made me think you wanted rid of me.
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[ he would’ve been a liar that took not only his heart, but his hopes, dreams and hand. if he were free from this bond at least in some, whether from its abolishment or just time mending the hole . . . ]
It’d hurt less.
[ or. so he thought. and maybe it was true, but. it didn’t happen, in their case. ]
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[He shakes his head, swallowing]
Don't do that okay? Don't...hide things from me thinking you're sparing me pain. It just hurts all the more.
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erebus doesn’t know and it tires him to think of possibilities that didn’t exist anymore. ]
It’s not just you I wanted to spare.
[ he wanted . . . to definitely spare himself, too. because if it didn’t work at all, at least he could try, ah. he didn’t know. get over it. get over not being able to have a mate or even act like it when the feelings were there and would never be reciprocated. it was like trying to stick an insect together with a dog. It’s unnatural and doesn’t work and would just hurt him day in and day out.
because a human wouldn’t “love” him, as humans say when they find themselves in a pair. he’d grow aggravated to be seen as nothing more than an important companion, frustrated that every aspect of feelings wouldn’t be met, and the only one susceptible to his ire would be the one closest to him.
erebus doesn’t elaborate, but he’s still, and decides to look elsewhere. ]
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It wouldn't have spared you either.
[He knows that. Erebus would've come to regret how he acted eventually had it not worked. In Eleos mind, it would'be been more understandable if they had tried to make things work, and then only got their separate ways as a last resort. But Erebus never gave him that option. He decided for both of them and didn't listen to a word Eleos had to say.
But there was time to address that later. ]
So...you're human now? And you're okay with that?
[Nothing Erebus has ever done has given Eleos the impression that Erebus wanted to be a human. Ever.]
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erebus lets his eyes set on a closed window. who would want to stay human? he was tied up, he was trapped and away from the wind, away from fresh air and the wildlife and probably the farthest he’s ever wanted to get from eleos instead of closer. ]
It’s weird. [ . . . ] I’ll get used to it.
[ it doesn’t feel like the right time to say “want to run away with me and turn into a dragon?” he has to mend the bond that feels fractured. ]
I need to make it count.
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Was Erebus really willing to live a life out like this for his sake? Wouldn't he come to resent him one day?]
...Will you be able to turn back? If you don't get used to it?
[...]
I don't want to trap you.
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[ said with a tiny huff, wordlessly saying you know me. he wouldn’t let anything trap him, much less eleos. there was one conclusion that shifts his ideas: eleos and this bond was no reason to be trapped. not any more. ]
. . . How long do we have to stay here?
[ using “we” was a good start to getting untied, maybe. ]
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He couldn't see Erebus being foolish enough to do a ritual that was permanent after all. Not with what was at stake.]
Well...you're still pretty weak, seems you didn't eat or drink for awhile. If you tried leaving, you probably wouldn't get far before you collapsed again.
Also...you kinda scared half the village.
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They put fabric on me.
[ the real reason: he was the one that was scared, if his reddening ears and tomato cheeks are anything to go by. but explain to a dragon that nudity is forbidden in public? explain!! ]
It’s hot—
[ he mutters this, and shifts uncomfortably on the bed, unaware that it’s his flustered lying that’s making him burn. ]
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That's because humans wear clothes when we're among others. Going without them around someone else is seen as ... i-intimate? [His cheeks turn a little pink as he thinks of how to explain in dragon terms] Like with our, um, mate.
[nailed it]
They're loose fitting robes. They shouldn't be that hot.
[he reaches over though, to put his hand on his forehead to check for a fever. And once he does that, without really thinking about it, his hand slides down to touch his cheek, thumb rubbing gently against the skin.
It's...a very strange sensation. Even though he looks so different now, Eleos can't shake the feeling of familiarity from him. No matter the form, he knows Erebus. ]
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but there’s no fever, he just feels hot and his human face is burning, burning and prickling his skin. ]
What’re you—
[ doing, what’s wrong with my head, he’d protest, but soon eleos’ hand is on his rosy cheeks instead, thumb tickling him, and what else— it tickles his belly, the very core of it.
it tumbled and give him that feeling. the sickness feeling. his breathing escalates from the nose and his eyes are wider— blue, bright and while not in reptilian slits, they still . . . carry the vibrancy his dragon eyes did.
he likes the touch. he likes it. his sickness only has one cure and there isn’t any other way around it. he wants to touch his hand, he wants— to feel what it’s like too, and when restraints hold him back from doing so, a spark of irritation flares in his chest.
damn. it. damn it . . .
because he’s caught staring at eleos and. doesn’t move away in the slightest.
his head wobbles a little, as if thinking twice, before whatever he was thinking before gives in. eleos’ hand would feel the weight of erebus’ head into his palm.
this made up for any weird thing being a human entailed. ]
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He knew he wanted to stay with Erebus, but he never thought about in what capacity. Simply staying by his side, being free- that had been the goal. But now sinking in was the desire for more than simple companionship. They were meant to be together in every capacity.
They weren't just bonded together. They were mates. As that fact sunk in, the tattoo on his arm grew a little more.
He kept his hand on his cheek, brushing the skin with his thumb. His mate, his dear Erebus. Even with their relationship a little strained, he still knew he'd never leave him.]
Would we go somewhere? Once you've recovered?
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I’d want to. [ and truth that holds certain humor he doesn’t realize, as erebus wrinkles his nose: ] Somewhere less stuffy.
[ it reeked of human! everywhere he looked, all he could smell was human (to be fair, he’s smelling himself the whole time). his eyes glance to eleos and his hand, finding that the mark has pulled up further— had it been the proximity? erebus’ gums were beginning to taint with the stretching mark of his tongue. ]
You’d . . . Come?
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[it's a half-hearted argument at best, no real bite to it. He hesitates a little at the question. not because he's unsure but...]
..I-If you'll have me.
[erebus had left him once already, there's still a tinge of worry it might happen again.]
I mean, this village is nice and the people here are really kind. But...
[He bites his lip and his wings shuffle a little, slightly nervous as he thinks of how to say it. It's a little more complicated than just "I want to be with you", even if that fact was true.]
I think I belong out there, not...here.
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but— okay. here we go. his heart is skipping and there’s a lump in his throat (he can almost feel beating in it), having a hard time in swallowing it down. he’s nervous, but he’ll take it. ]
I want you with me. That’s why I’m here, [ a glance down, because he can’t quite sit up. ] like this.
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Okay.
[He'll look at him making eye contact]
Then once you're better...we'll go. Together.
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