A gentle hand touched and pressed into the young wielder's hair, running through it soothingly before a familiar form knelt to the ground before him. Bringing the other into his arms, Eraqus held his lover in a protective hug, eyes blazing in anger at the gray mages, and in sadness that his love had been soon wounded by their taunts. "My dear, Xeha... it is alright now.. sssh sshh.. I am here.."
He shuddered at his touch, but he quickly melted into it. He cried out and turned to hug Eraqus as tightly as he could, his head resting on his shoulder.
"I don’t deserve you…" He said, in between loud whines and hiccups. “I never have…”

















