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He didn’t truly understand its meaning, but the love he held for Aleron was of its purest form in all the world, and any other. They were each other’s shadow, each other’s warmth, and the shared voice that nursed any tender aches that tried to form within their hearts and minds. They were one being split into two forms.
They were his. His to keep, to heal, to touch, to guide, and hopefully revive.
He would have preferred to go to the afterworld with his kindred, rather than be left as a writhing mass of agony that didn’t have enough humanity to understand just how deeply he felt loss – or how to navigate it.
“I was brought into this world with him. We always lived it by each other’s side, and we should have left it together!”
Who was Ingram... without Aleron? He was nothing.
Yet, a second later, he cupped her face when he noted the sun reflecting in her eyes and making them shine like crystal. The orange lashes framing them glittered just like her hair, and he couldn’t help being mesmerised by them both.
“Do not run from me, female,” he rumbled, as he darted through the forest. “I considered playing chase with you had you gotten any further.”
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.
She stared at the back of his white raven skull. At least my grim reaper has a pretty face.
I’m about to have the birds and the bees chat with a Duskwalker.
Fuuuuuuuck, she internally groaned. I’m out here doing a saint’s work. The gods better smile upon me. Maybe not human gods, but Duskwalker ones – if they had them.
“Aleron,” he uttered quietly. “It is what we called each other. He is all I have ever known. He is the first thing I remember. His scent, his warmth, his presence. I cannot think of a time he was not by my side... until now.”
Just as bubbles of glowing blue floated around his skull, right where his empty eye sockets were, a tiny, agonised whine escaped him.
Oh, my heart, he is crying. And now im crying.
The floating bubbles around his face had been ethereal tears.
Not everyone understands that trauma sharing is bonding.
“Everything,” he rumbled. “I want to know everything.”
“Your hair is pretty, and I like how it glows bright orange in the sun like a sunrise. Your eyes look like a frozen lake, yet you look at me with warmth. And when you smile at me... your entire face hurts my chest. I find these things beautiful.”
My heart.
His sight shifted to bright yellow at the many butterflies that were choosing to rest in her hair or on her shoulder. She didn’t seem to notice them there, and he wondered if they were attracted to the brightness of her. Pretty female.
So, all this... going to places she’d been but seeing them differently, all because of him... He was teaching her how to live freely, while she taught him about the world. She wanted to keep doing that.
I can’t believe I want to fuck something that is always one wrong move away from making me a snack.
“But you are beautiful, Emerie,”
“You are colourful and lovely, like a pretty butterfly.”
“You were such a good boy, Ingram,”
“You’ve been so good tonight. So gentle. So patient and obedient.” A growl burst from him when his shaft swelled at the word good. “Don’t stop,” he begged, huffing as he turned his head down to watch her.
“Can you be a good boy and come for me?”
He wanted them to touch each other more. He needed them even closer, until their scents mingled into feral chaos.
“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.”
I really don’t want my metaphorical tombstone to say: ‘Death by dick.’ Help a horny woman out. Please.
Great. There go my plans of figuring out how D plus V equals a great time.
She’d started this journey for him. She was intending to end it for him as well.
