gaothnamara:
what it takes
There was several long moments before they were holding onto each other tight. They should have been fleeing but it was clear from how Bear was clinging to him that he was upset. He hated feeling those negative emotions coming off of the familiar and he held onto him tightly, trying to use his arms to ground him. People were still moving around him and he thought now was a good time to take care of him.
With his arms around him, he picked Bear up and held onto him as he fell back into the movements of the others around him, moving towards the village and the safety it would offer, as opposed to the wooded area around the castle. “I’m real, Bear. I’m as real as you.” Boyd kissed his cheek, hoping to reassure him.
Bear felt like he might crumple in Boyd’s arms. It was too many emotions to deal with all at once. Loss, disappointment, anger and rage but now there was hope and a glimmer of happiness. Happiness he didn’t deserve, not when he had failed. He clung to the wyvern, unwilling to let go of him until he knew his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him through his exhaustion. It felt odd to be carried when he was in this human form but he felt safe and comforted by Boyd’s arms. Even if it was a dream, it was the best dream he had in a very long time.
Part of him wondered if he died and he hadn’t noticed what was happening until he saw his piece of heaven. Except he was a demon who would never see heaven. They moved quickly away from the castle, far enough that Bear pulled himself from Boyd’s arms so he could stand on his own feet. “I thought I might be dead but I don’t want to think you are too,” he answered. Slipping his hand into the wyvern’s, he pulled him along. Maybe they could run and get far, far away from here before the vampire’s decided to round up the rebels. “Once we’re safe, I can process these emotions,” he replied, pausing long enough to press a chaste kiss to Boyd’s lips.
