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seraphiimxā:
For so very long, it had only been Ćngel and Dorian, as they traversed from village to village, town to town in search of whatever would wet their fangs and soothe their need for more. They had passed on their gift to those that had deserved it, sending them out into the world to do their bidding, and ensure the Mars bloodline loomed over all the others. Yet, as the centuries passed them by, the family of two expanded, branched out to include others. Like Luciana, and Rhiannon. And now, little Gabriel.
Though his hand hesitated at first, Ćngel eventually reached out and plucked the envelope from the table. His gaze focused upon the name, as the instructions were spoken to him. And though he had always been a brat, even after all these years of being what he was, he would never deny Dorian these last requests. āI will do everything in my power to keep him safe,ā and it was a promise that he would keep, until his own life was potentially stripped from him. He tucked the envelope into his pocket, where he would keep it safe until he found the little brother of his. āI will tell her, though sheās probably off somewhere still sulking,ā or destroying the little knick knacks that he had scattered about his home. The little troll.
The hand at his cheek had his jaw clenched tightly, for Ćngel knew precisely what was about to come next. He dreaded it, if only because this was precisely what everyone did at the end. When they were close to death, and either making amends, or making sure that their kin would be alright. Ćngel would not be alright. But for now, in the face of Dorian, he would lie and ensure he would be. Anything to make this easier for his father. āI remember,ā because how could he forget anything about the man that had given him everything. That had changed his life, even if Dorian doubted it now. More tightly his jaw clenched, just as the dead organ within his chest constricted. How could he feel so much pain, when he was nothing more than a corpse. Shouldnāt the feelings of a human have been killed off just as he had been.
āI love you, too,ā he finally whispered, gaze intent upon the man before him. There had been so few in his life that held any sort of space in his heart, in his thoughts, and Dorian had been the first. āEverything that I am is because of you, Dorian. You gave me the life that I never could have had being who I had been.ā The little farmerās boy, whose name had been killed just as he had the very night Dorian had changed him. āYou gave me a purpose, a future, and I will never forget that. Even if I live another three thousand years, I will never forget you.ā
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There was a time when she was lost, weak, thrown to the side by her sire so that she might find her own strength. And she had. Dorian had been her strength. He hadnāt made it easy for her, but he had become more than a mentor and more than a protector - heād been a father. Morrigan had always been a proud soul, and sheād never had any good experience with parents. Most of her identity was centered around hatred for a biological father who had the world at his royal fingertips and gave none of it to her or her mother. SoĀ brother was what she called Dorian, older brother. Because amid all the scathing remarks and all the ways that heād forced her to learn what it is to take from the world, he had also defended her, fought at her side. He had looked at her with eyes of affectionate pride, he had listened when she spoke and trusted her with his life. Dorian had been her first love in her new life, one paternal and fraternal all wrapped in one. The one who had known her longest and lived to tell the tale.Ā
So perhaps the idea that he was mortal once more was something Morrigan never really tried to think about. She figured he had many years left, and by then she would figure out a way to keep him around. Or else sheād simply forget his reality so she neednāt suffer the horrid anticipatory grief. But Morrigan had avoided Dorian for a while after the wedding, feeling petty towards his anger. However, when life got difficult or too much to handle, he had always been the first she went to. Magnus was back, the Senate was in shambles, she hated being at odds with Dorian. That day she had greeted the morning with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she had to apologize, or at the very least guilt him into smiling at her again so they could talk normally. She was procrastinating, thinking how to best go about it when a text came in.Ā
Morrigan wasnāt sure sheād ever run so fast in her life.
The door was nearly knocked off its hinges as she invited herself into the home that she knew as well as her own. Stumbling slightly as she made her way in over to Angelās side, her eyes locked on Dorian. Panic seized her as she knelt down, dead organ hammering in her chest. āHey,ā she said, her voice cracking. She should have prepared herself more for this day, should have known how to react and what to say. But for a moment, Morrigan was lost. Utterly lost. The look on her face was one of the young, fresh vampire full of fear and uncertainty and none of the bravado and confidence that had long ago crafted a legend.Ā āYou- youāre not supposed to be going anywhere. Donāt. Donāt do this, Dorian.ā
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Dorian didnāt fear he would be forgotten, no. Heād forgotten so much in his life already, but he hoped heād been around long enough to just help. Heād never forget Angel, Morrigan ā Gabriel. His life with Luciana, all his children that heād lost before. Dorian had run away out of fear of losing them ā out of fear that heād be the one burying them, but that had been selfish. Itād taken him a few weeks to come to terms with it, pushed on by the two now near him. He pulled Angel towards him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. There wouldnāt be a lot of time left for words, but he knew that he would live on, somehow. His biggest regret was learning Gabriel had regenerative healing, that his son would be around for a long time ā and heād never get to see what else he would do. But Angel and Morrigan would, and perhaps that would be enough.
āHelp me, please,ā he said finally, feeling like his limbs were made of stone. It wasnāt far from the truth, but with Angelās help, he made it to the bed, his lungs shaking as it tried to deal with the weight of his own skin. As soon as he set his head down, he heard the door basically come off of its hinges. It wasnāt difficult for the terror to know who was there, her presence always demanding, like her nature. But he loved her for it, despite the harsh words that they parted on.Ā
Her pleading words were enough to make him try and give her a smile, one that would ease her pain. Placing his hand on her cheek, Dorian took in another breath,Ā āI used to think I wasnāt ready. But I think the best part of my life has been seeing you both. It always has been. Weāre never truly ready, are we?ā His gaze was filled with warmth, one that he hoped was enough. It wasnāt his choice to go so soon ā he had hoped he maybe had another decade in him, but perhaps the stress of the city had caught up to him. The stress of his lifetimes upon lifetimes. Kitanetos wished to rest, and the name that heād given up so long ago sat at the front of his mind yet again. Everything there would be left to the two of them, a letter for Gabriel.Ā āWhat is death but another beginning?ā The words were quiet, spoken in an old Minoan dialect, and Dorian was finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes focused on Angel and Rhia. A gray hue took hold of his being, seemingly seeping in through the veins in his hands. They rested on his chest, gaze never leaving the two vampires as eventually, somewhere in the midst of their voices, Dorian breathed no more.Ā
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