Febuwhump Day 3: “Bite down on this”
Characters: Osiris, Sagira, Saint-14, Geppetto, The Guardian, Ghost
Takes place in an au where Sagira lived but Osiris was still replaced by Savathûn. Follow up of Day 2: Solitary Confinement
@hidden-scarlet-whispers some o14yw stuff :)
It was cold as Osiris lay in that dingy cell. The only part of his that wasn’t cold was his arm. It burned, his body working hard to fight against the infection that ate at his arm. He knew, despite everything, the wound wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been. He also knew that it was getting worse. It had started leaking puss and parts of his arm had turned yellow with gangrene. He either needed medical attention or to find some way to pry Sagira out of that time lock sphere. He didn’t have the strength to do either. The shackle around his ankle dug into his skin, rubbing it raw. He wasn’t going to die. If Savathûn wanted him dead, she would have killed him already. Osiris…Osiris didn’t know why he was still alive.
What did she want from him?
How long had he been here?
He didn’t have an answer for any of these questions. He could only sit in a dingy cell, holding Sagira close and hope his lovers would find him soon.
The Young Wolf carved their way through the never-ending tide of Hive. With a brilliant glow from their crackling arc spear, the Young Wolf sliced a Hive Knight in half. A thrall lunged at them but was bisected by a void shield thrown by a legendary titan.
“They just do not stop coming,” called Saint, rushing to the Young Wolf’s side.
“This way,” said the Young Wolf, grabbing Saint’s hand and dragging him into one of the catacombs.
The Young Wolf could sense Sagira. She was faint and weak, but she was alive! If she was alive, then so was Osiris.
As they got closer, more Hive dove to intercept them, but the Young Wolf and Saint cut them down.
Sagira’s trail led them to a door, Hive Runes around the entrance acting as a lock. The Young Wolf solved the puzzle with ease and the door slowly opened. The weak light from Geppetto and Ghost illuminated a malnourished and beaten Osiris. The thick shackle around his ankle was surrounded by a small puddle of blood. Osiris’ left arm was a mess of infection and blood still weakly pulsed from the wound.
“Osiris,” whispered the Young Wolf before they rushed into the cell, their own safety completely disregarded.
Osiris stirred slightly and weakly looked up at the Young Wolf.
“Wolf?” he croaked, voice weak from disuse and injury.
“Hang on, my love,” whispered the Young Wolf as Saint dropped down beside them and began to work off the cuff.
The Young Wolf carefully examined Osiris’ injured arm. The skin was in the process of decay, the deep gash carved into his flesh was leaking puss and was coated in dried blood, and his fingers were a sickly black.
The Young Wolf cursed just as Saint snapped the cuff off.
“I will carry him,” said Saint.
“Any movement might cause him to cry out, we need to minimize any chance of Hive detection,” whispered the Young Wolf
“G-gag me,” whispered Osiris and both of his partners glanced down at him, stunned, “Do it!”
He coughed weakly, droplets of blood landing on his beard.
Saint and the Young Wolf shared a look before the Young Wolf pulled out one of their spare short capes from Ghost’s inventory and wordlessly tied it around Osiris mouth.
The Young Wolf rose and backed off, allowing Saint to pick up Osiris.
As he did Osiris cried out in pain, eyes squeezing shut. Something fell out of Osiris’ right hand and The Young Wolf was quick to catch it.
She was locked in some strange Vex contraption, her light signature weak but even. With all their time spent with Osiris, the Young Wolf cracked it open with ease. Sagira floated, wobbly, in the air and Ghost and Geppetto rushed to her side to steady her.
“Geppetto? Ghost?” asked Sagira, confusion in her voice, “What happened, where am I?”
“It’s okay, Sagira,” said Ghost, “How much energy do you have?”
“Enough to keep my guardian alive but that’s all…” she trailed off when she spotted Osiris, weakly staring at her from Saint’s arms, “Osiris!”
Sagira staggered through the air to her guardian as fast as she could before collapsing on his chest.
“We need to move,” said the Young Wolf, gently lifting Osiris’ left arm and placing it on his chest.
They used another spare cape to wrap Osiris’ left arm in a sling before moving towards the door.
The Young Wolf peered around the door, but spotted no Hive. They gestured for Saint to follow, and he obeyed. The Young Wolf tossed a smoke grenade into the ground and cloaked all three of them in void.
Though it took almost twenty minutes, they managed to escape the catacombs without detection.
They transmatted onto the ship and while Ghost inputted coordinates for The Last City, The Young Wolf stood beside Saint as the older Titan lowered Osiris onto the small bed. At some point during their escape, he had lost consciousness. The Young Wolf removed the gag and tossed it into a bin.
“You know how to use a healing rift?” asked the Young Wolf.
“Very little,” said Saint, “Osiris showed me during the early days of the city,”
“Sagira, can you expel the infection?” said the Young Wolf, glancing at the ghost.
“Yes, I think I can,” said Sagira.
She floated over to Osiris as Saint gently removed the cape sling. Sagira focused a healing beam into Osiris’ arm. While none of his wound healed, the blackened fingers returned to their normal shade, the infection vanished, and the gangrene faded away. The wound, however, remained and now that the infection was gone, it began to bleed again. Saint held a hand over Osiris’ arm and a weak rift formed under the arm. Once it faded, all that was left was a single deep mar tracing from Osiris’ wrist to his elbow. The Young Wolf pulled out their medical kit (after the Red War, they always carried it. You never know when you might be unable to heal yourself) and opened it. They put on the gloves and then the thread and needle and began to stitch the wound, with Sagira acting as a painkiller to make sure Osiris wouldn’t feel it. The Young Wolf cut the thread with scissors, grabbed bandages and wrapped them around the wound. Finally, they retrieved a sling (an actual one this time, not a cape) and fitted it to Osiris’ arm. Saint approached once they were finished and gently brushed off the blood from Osiris’ beard. The Warlock did not wake.
He didn’t wake until they had returned to the Last City and their house. He didn’t wake until many hours later.
Osiris awoke with a start and shot out of bed with a gasp. Pain shot through his arm, and he doubled over, clutching his left arm, gasping weakly.
“Osiris?” questioned a soft and familiar voice.
Osiris’ head snapped up as he gazed at the Young Wolf. Tears stung the corners of his eyes.
“My love,” whispered the Young Wolf, pulling Osiris into a gentle embrace.
Osiris trembled in their grip, trying to work out if he was dreaming or not.
“I am real,” whispered the Young Wolf as they pulled back, gently cupping Osiris’ face.
For the first time in their relationship, Osiris made the first move. His lips met the Young Wolf’s, gentle at first and then desperate. When the Young Wolf pulled away, they pressed their forehead against his.
“Saint’ll be back in twenty minutes, he’s finishing up Trials, do you want something to eat?”
The Young Wolf helped Osiris to his feet and led him to the kitchen. Osiris sat down on the couch in the living room while the Young Wolf began to prepare food.
Exactly twenty minutes later, the door opened, and Saint-14 strode inside. His gaze found Osiris, sitting on the couch and he lit up.
“My bird!” he exclaimed rushing to Osiris.
Osiris managed a tired smile as Saint pulled his face up in a gentle kiss.
“Missed you, my bird,” Saint whispered.
“What, no hello kiss for me?” asked the Young Wolf, voice mocking offense.
“Ah, of course, of course,” said Saint with a laugh before he walked to the kitchen and kissed the Young Wolf on the lips.
The Young Wolf snorted and smacked Saint’s shoulder when he stole some cheese before making his way to Osiris and sitting down next to him.
The dinner that night was the happiest for all of them in a very long time.
