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Of all the places he ended up. Why there? In those blood stained woods where she'd pleaded with him to live over a year ago when the sickness had been sapping away at his life. Fear clenched around her heart in an iron grip and once more she was stricken with that familiar dread. A crow cawed from between the branches, roosting amongst crimson leaves like a looming reaper. Xandria wasn't superstitious, but the fur along her nape prickled with unease. You better be alive, Belfast fucking Moss, she thought, feeling her throat tighten as she swallowed down an a lump. Upon entering the hospital camp she hurried to find someone who could direct her where he was. What she didn't expect was resistance. Relationship with the patient? The question shouldn't have hurt, but it did. Wife, her heart wanted to say Friend. She'd answered after a moment of hesitation and the medic denied her access. Close relatives only. Xandria didn't accept that. She snarled at the medic, demanding he let her through. He did finally relent once he realised she was a high ranking officer, a very pissed off high ranking officer. Go ahead, Captain! he'd said with a squeak and scurried to show her the den. Seeing him looking so small and frail, his familiar scent smothered in herbs, made her body quiver with rage and fear. @Belfast |
STOCK ➤Dawnthieves CODE.ART➤ amphi @Xandria |
Her worry for him was merely the tip of the iceberg of emotions that crashed over her like an avalanche. The truth was Xandria was petrified and it took every ounce of strength she had to keep it at bay. Useless adrenaline burned through her veins. There was nothing to run from, no fight for her life, only fear for the man she loved. She was the soldier. It was meant to be her that risked her life. Belfast wasn't supposed to get hurt. He didn't fight. At least that was what she believed. He'd always been gentle while she was rough and thoughtful where she was reckless. He was a calm, gentle river and she was a wild, raging fire. So why did death follow him like a shadow? “I'm okay, I'm okay,” his assurances rang hollow in her ears. She watched him silently, afraid that a stray breeze might blow him away or he might disappear before her eyes. He was ephemeral. She was all too aware of how mortal he was. “You don't need to worry, I'm not going anywhere.” @Belfast |
STOCK ➤Dawnthieves CODE.ART➤ amphi @Xandria |
Her stomach lurched with dread when she saw him wobbling to his paws. Xandria grasped one of his forepaws in hers and pulled it towards her so that she could hold it against her chest and her pounding heart. She clenched her jaw and tried to push away the anguish. It was easier to hate the one that had done this than face her grief. @Belfast |
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Xandria heard his promises. They offered her a light out of the endless tunnel of despair that held her captive. She was afraid to let go of her fear and bare her heart to him again. Betrayal hurt more than being afraid. It was awareness of her love for him that made her hesitate to trust him. If she believed him and he left her, she knew it would destroy her. Her forehead rested against his and she released a ragged sigh, taking comfort in his warm body, still very much alive and present. His heart beat thumped against her ear when she lowered her head to listen to his chest. How many more heartbeats did she have with him? She couldn't help the tremble that shook through her body when the thought came. Stop- You saved me. The force of his voice made her ears twitch and jerked her head up, surprised by the firmness of his tone and the volume. You saved me, he told her again and she lost herself in those gentle ocean eyes of his. A tiny ember of hope began to flicker in her heart. She dared to believe the words he was telling her and let down her guard again. The rawness of the emotion that bound them together was palpable. She could feel the sincerity of his feelings for her. @Belfast |
STOCK ➤Dawnthieves CODE.ART➤ amphi @Xandria |
The shock had numbed any elation she might have felt at finally receiving the answer her heart had longed for. It was with a tentative paw that she reached out to hold onto his. Xandria could see that his eyes were no longer dull lenses, they held the light of life within and she wished with everything she had that it would never burn out again. She would do whatever she could to keep that hope shining. It was a fragile little firefly and she was going to protect it with everything she had. I promise, His words gave her the certainty she needed. It was more than just a promise it was the key to their future together. His muzzle lifted up her chin and she peered over at him, features flushed from this gentle touch. It was tender compared to the roguish waif that had rudely stolen her first kiss all those years ago. If someone had told her then that she would fall in love with that same boy she wouldn't have believed it. @Belfast |