xluria asked: Kiss me, quick!
“I’m not sure you can do that… But thank you, Airin…” she said with a small smile, scratching behind his ears as he nuzzled into her.
19- A Wound
The redhead was on the floor of a hallway in the temple, shaking with fear, when she saw Airin limping past. “H-Hey! Airin! …Airin… Airin you’re hurt…” she mumbled, hurrying over to him, and reaching out a hand to pat his matted fur. “…I’m sorry…” she mumbled, leaning over to kiss him on the broken ribs.
-The sudden kiss made him wince slightly, but also made him confused.- Thalia what are you- -He stopped when he felt a ominous, dark energy coming from the girl.- Thalia…. what happened?
She sat back and continued to stroke his fur sadly. “Demise happened… Although he clearly happened to you too… ….Forced contract….”
-He rests his head on Thalia’s lap, closing his eyes. He was too tired to even purr…- A forced contract? Oh, Thalia…. what did you get yourself into?
The timelady sighs to herself and strokes the fox’s ears. “At least he’s gone now. He claimed me, then he left. …he did quite a number on you…”
He’ll be back… unless there’s a way to stop him. -He lets out a small sigh, a little bit of smoke escaping him.- Wounds heal, I’ll be back on my feet in a matter of time…
"I don’t even know what this stupid contract includes… …I can still taste him…" she shivered, bending over to bury her face in Airin’s fur coat. "…Heal soon, friend."
-His ears twitched at ‘I can still taste him’, but when Thalia dug herself in his fur his mind ceased all the strange thoughts that went through his head.- We’ll figure it out… I won’t let Demise hurt you any more. -A smile tugged at his burnt face at the mention of friend. It’s been awhile since he’s had any…-“…Im going to be his slave, aren’t I… Or he’s going to murder me, and eat my soul… That’s what Fate was supposed to do…” she mumbled into his fluff, continuing to stroke the fur on his back. “…Do you need bandages?”
If he does any of that I’ll have his head! I’ll figure out how to break this contract, Thalia, I promise. -He shakingly turns and manages to press his nose into her hair.- I don’t think I need bandages just yet, an open wound will heal faster.