Hi babe! Get ready, here come the Lambden prompts 💗
“Tell me who did this to you.”
🥺🥺.
oh Stina... you’re the best.
tw: PTSD, nonverbal Lambert (at the beginning), protective Aiden, anti-Witcher sentiments, angsty-ish with a happy ending
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“Lamb?” Aiden asks, padding silently across the pitch-black room. He avoids every obstacle easily, much like that cats his school is named for, and stops to kneel beside his travel companion. He doesn’t touch, he knows better than to touch, but he whispers gently, hands hovering: “Lambert, are you okay?”
The Wolf Witcher is curled into a ball in the darkest corner of the room, his golden eyes dilated strangely and his breathing catchy and uneven. Aiden waves his hands in front of Lambert’s eyes and sighs when there’s no reaction at all; Lambert doesn’t get like this very often, but when he does it can be a long time before he feels safe enough to even speak aloud.
That’s okay. Aiden can wait.
And he does wait, patiently, a few inches away from Lambert but close enough for the Wolf to feel his residual body heat. He waits with his eyes alert and focused on his friend, his arms waiting to embrace even as he keeps his distance. He lets the silent minutes pass and then, maybe twenty or so minutes after he entered the room, Lambert blinks slowly back to consciousness.
“Aiden?” he rasps. “How long have you been sitting here?”
“Only a little while,” the Cat replies, smiling in abject relief. “How are you?”
“A bit... better?”
Aiden frowns at the fear in Lambert’s voice. He glowers fiercely and grabs one of Lambert’s clammy hands in both of his, holding it tightly against the very center of his chest. He makes sure the Wolf can feel his heart, beating an erratic but loving tattoo. “Oh, my love, tell me who did this to you.”
“My love!?” Lambert nearly chokes on his own tongue. “My- What!?”
“I thought it was obvious,” Aiden blushes. “Anyway, that’s not the issue at hand. Who hurt you, Lamb?”
“Just some idiot villagers,” the Wolf shrugs. Aiden wraps his slender arms around his Red Wolf’s broad shoulders and buries his nose in the slightly younger man’s neck. “Being mean.”
“They do that,” Aiden comforts the best he can. He squeezes his arms and feels Lambert relax into the embrace, snuggling back into Aiden’s warmth. “Now, let’s get into bed. I’m tired and sore from that hunt.”
Lambert nods and stands, offering Aiden a hand up. The Cat accepts, and lets his little Wolf lead him to bed and tuck them safely in.
Tomorrow... Tomorrow he’ll stab whoever made his Lambert sad. Tonight he has some feelings to explain.
