It was a rather sudden incident ── one that proceeded the attack on the institute by only a few days. Set up in his own room, Kris laid there motionless, unconscious; subdued into a coma due to the shock his body received && from blood loss. So far, there’d been zero signs of any problems in the slow process of the shadowhunter’s recovery ── which is most likely why what happened that night was all the more shocking, upsetting && frightening to those that were involved.
Kris sat against the windowsill in his room, glaring out through the glass panes as if the world had wronged him. In his own opinion, it had; his proof reflected in the window. Hades─ a shadow of his former self─ sat beside the bed that Kris’s body lied in; knuckles stained white from the tight grip that the warlock kept on his lover’s hand.
Oh, how Kris wished that Hades could see him─ how he wished that his boyfriend would stop grieving over something he couldn’t have helped.
His wish wasn’t granted.
People say that when you desire something enough, then you’ll get it, but Kris didn’t really believe that─ or he hadn’t until he witnessed his beloved warlock summon what was supposedly his father. That’s that moment that Kris wanted-- no, he NEEDED-- to will himself to wake up; he knew that he was the only one who could stop Hades in this situation.
Kris stood between Hades and his father, only a foot away from the warlock’s face, his body facing towards him. “Hades..” Kris whispered, a fond smile twitching onto his face. “You’re such an idiot.” Despite knowing that Hades wouldn’t hear him, or even know he was there in the first place, the blond could feel his body beginning to rouse in response to his inner turmoil.
Taking that final step closed, as he felt his body calling him, Kris raised his hands and cupped the back of Hades’s neck. Pulling himself up onto his tip-toes, the shadowhunter pressed his lips against Hades’, knowing that there’d be no response.
By the time he pulled away, the young nephilim was fading back into consciousness, his soul drawn back to his body by pure will power. With one last whispered sentence, Kris disappeared from the room Hades was standing in, only to open his eyes and stare at the ceiling of the room he resided in.
