"Hold still if you appreciate your life." It happened by chance, their meeting. Dáinsleif was en route to a new location of interest to halt the Abyss Order's plans until he came across a wounded man— by abyssal presence exposure, he surmises, if the dark mud lingering nearby is anything to go by in his assessment. A comforting gloved hand rests on the other blond's back while the other illuminates with sapphire flames that linger close, soon to coat the other's body in its entirety. The amount of chaos within him isn't concerning, good. It ought to be enough with a simple healing that won't last long.
𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐯𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. as time weighted ‘pon weary shoulders, when once light had succumbed to darkness, our mercenary’s tired eyes gazed ‘pon the blurred silhouette of a dark angel. fate perhaps, or perhaps a strike of luck, whichever it might have been, cloud silently shared a token of gratitude with a complying nod.
gnawing ache battering his tender flesh took flight, escaping away from the ensuing cleansing flames burning bright. maybe visiting the chasm on his lonesome hadn’t been the brightest plan, especially when it revolved around a sound course of preparation. lips came to part, releasing a sigh of relief once normality sank into the faded body.
❝ thanks. . . ❞ cloud murmured meekly. he pushed against the boulder which had housed his back, rested against it in good hopes of getting some rest. no questions nor requests were made, yet his heart quietly beseeched for the other to remain close by, at least until he was capable of venturing on his lonesome again.
