💔 did i just log onto kat ? to send u this ? u betcha - for deano ♥
𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. : always accepting. 34. Your muse dies in my muse’s arms.
FAR TOO QUICKLY IT HAPPENED, A LIFE THAT LONG, ONE was bound to make enemies— especially given the track record he’s heard. it’s when the fangs sunk into his flesh ; the forgetfulness of her hands snapping his neck. but it wasn’t the only thing that happened fast. the memory painted before him : sleepless nights in bed together, a milena of kisses —- the ache it drowns him, watching her like this… a werewolf, unexpected. he’d deal with that after this, what was one more kamikaze mission. it wouldn’t matter, she would be GONE, and he’ll be dead as well the minute it happens.
there was no coming back from this, none that he wanted to risk. he couldn’t leave her, not like this, not when precious moments were key. not when the one could save her was the one who wanted her dead. no that alternative was a lost cause… all he could do is sit here, arms wrapped around her while the werewolf venom worked through her slowly. dean is strong, brave in the face of death but this was… a unique scenario. the sire bond made everything feel that much more heavy. a weight crashing down on him. humanity would be gone by the end of this & there was no uncertainty that he’d ever turn it back on. she strains in his arms and he adjusts, keeps it so she’s as comfortable as he can get her, « shhh, » it wavers for a moment, tears pinprick the back of his eyes, they threaten to fall with each passing moment. the woman who he loves dying. they always said it hurt worse than dying yourself. the woman who’d fallen in love with him.
calloused hand curls digits around her shoulder, dragging her close again, head turns presses gentle kisses to her glistening forehead, « I’m so sorry. » words hold on the tip of his tongue, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. other hand moves hers to his chest, cradles it, brushes thumb over the back of her hand—- he gazes down upon her, doing his best to avoid looking at the bite. too weak, she barely can speak, he doesn’t want her to, wants to stay within this comforted silence, holding her to his chest.
she passes, he feels it, feels it in his heart, which aches so desperately clinging onto whatever he could. head lulls back against the headboard ; tears come and he doesn’t stop them, doesn’t see the point, he’s alone now. they come & come, like a flood. arms then wrap farther around her, drags now her body into his lap and sobbing into her shirt. lost track of time, sitting there on the body rocking her back and forth until the tears stop. head lifts from the now damp material of her shirt fixates on a point in space. the tears have long since stopped, glancing down to his daylight ring. calloused fingers yank it free from his finger and he chucks it somewhere into the darkness.
dean finally moves from the space he’s planted himself, the deceased katherine still within his arms, malachite hues now looking down to her sullen face, « I love you. » barely a whisper, he stands and gently so softly places her body on the bed. digits slide down her face, slide over to cup her face, « it’s goin' t'be okay, I’m comin' baby, I’m comin. » with that he rises, feels emotion drain from him and he leaves into the night, crashing through the window—- hellbent on tearing apart that werewolf.
