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They were his. His to keep, to heal, to touch, to guide, and hopefully revive.
His wake was sudden, and it was missing something vital. A wing that would normally be draped over the top of him. Limbs that would normally be threaded around his own. A feathery tail his own lizard one would be coiled around.
“I was brought into this world with him. We always lived it by each other’s side, and we should have left it together!”
A piece of him was missing: his other half. It felt wrong to be here without him. The space next to him was too empty. The world was suddenly twice its size. He felt betrayed by Aleron’s loss, and he also felt like the betrayer.
Who would be there to not answer the questions he had? Who would blanket them in the middle of sleep if it were not his wing? Who would make him laugh, or huff with irritation, or sit with him when he gained new humanity and was struggling to adjust to it?
Shit. A Duskwalker? She’d signed up to slaughter Demons, not face an omen of death.
There was a phrase he’d overheard humans say to each other, as well as Merikh had uttered it to him and his kindred. He’d never truly understood what it meant, why someone would say it, until this very moment. It felt perfect. “Fuck... off,” he rumbled.
“I’m not a fucking boy – I’m a man. One that’s treated you better than anyone else.” “You’re actually a little bitch. I was just trying to be nice.”
“Why must I leave? It is safer if I am with you.” Ingram had decided Emerie was the most delicate thing in the entire world. Therefore, he must protect her always. From creatures, humans, and even the water that could suffocate her. He would dive into the river and ferociously maim it if it tried to swallow her alive.
“Good! And you better not watch me from the bushes like a freaking creep or I promise I’ll be really, really upset with you.” Ingram winced, since he’d been planning to do exactly that. I take it back. Emerie is mean.
“Your scent changes, Emerie. It grows warm and nice, different.” Her cheeks heated as a blush spread across them, embarrassed that he could smell when she grew aroused in his presence... by his presence. “I don’t know why, but it tells me that you are aroused. I feel it in my body. It calls to me, and I want it.”
“That’s a good little butterfly,” he grated around panted, scent-tasting breaths, as he leaned down to lick across her neck. “Flutter for me.”
“He’s either taunting us” – Lindiwe stepped closer to Emerie – “or waiting for more Demons to arrive.” “Well, fuck that,” Reia muttered under her breath before stepping forward. “Knock knock, you fucking bastard!”
So, he knelt within the sun, and he waited for his little butterfly. He would remain here until she appeared to him, no matter how long it took.
“And you will not spend a moment apart from me. I have already proven that I will travel across existences to obtain you, rescue you, and keep you, and not even the afterworld can hide you from me. You are mine.”
