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After Scar had healed the Avian as much as he could, he had tucked them in bed, even making a small nest shape, before leaving the room. Letting them rest was the best both of them could do at the moment.
Mumbo pulled the door shut behind himself after letting Scar exit first. He breathed out a sigh before following the nymph down the hall back to their own room. He had debated on locking the guest bedroom door from the outside before coming to the conclusion that he probably didn't need to. Sure the bird threw knives at them, while being half conscious, and severely injured, but hey at the moment he didn't think they were going anywhere.
Scar seemed weary as he sorted through the last of the healing supplies back into their proper places. Following behind him like a shadow, Mumbo just watched him over his shoulder. He was wringing his hands together trying to catch Scars eye.
He had been oddly quiet since bringing the Avian home. It made him anxious, not knowing how to help. He wasn't really the one that could fix things; being a vampire was kind of the opposite of fixing things. Scar was the one with the healing know-how and gentle hands.
Actually, he could really use a drink right now. When he and Scar had left earlier he was hoping to pinch a drink from an animal or something while out. Too late now he supposed… Maybe there was some left in the icebox from the last time he had some extra. No…He knew there wasn't…but it wouldn't hurt to check again! Yeah he’ll just do that. He could also wait a few more days. There's certainly more important things going on then his need for a drink. Then again-
He suddenly felt a hand cup his cheeks on either side of his face. It made him jump, focusing back into the real world. Fixating his eyes back in front of himself, he saw Scar staring up at him with a soft smile on his face. It was even further softened by his red rimmed eyes.
“Ah my love, there you are! You were away on a journey for a while there!” He caressed his thumbs against Mumbos cheek bones as he laughed. Mumbo could melt in place and he'd die happy right here. But sadly, there were a few things they had to talk about first.
Lifting his own arms he grasped Scars wrists, holding him in place.
“You took a journey first, my dear. We should probably talk about the Avian currently in our guest room.” He breathed. Scar sighed, then nodded, dropping his arms. Mumbo let him, but kept one hand holding Scars. They made their way to their bed, sitting on the edge next to one another.
“So…” Mumbo started awkwardly. Scar elbowed him huffing a laugh.
“‘So’ indeed you spoon.” Rolling his eyes he flopped backwards laying like a starfish on the bed.
“Let's start with why you went quiet for a bit there.” Mumbo suggested while dropping down to lay next to Scar. The nymph just sighed harder, throwing his hand toward the ceiling dramatically as he spoke.
“I’m so mad I didn't know they were in my forest! I mean, I knew there was like…a magical creature, but I assumed it was a phoenix or something looking for a safe place for a bit. If I knew there was an Avian I would've had the forest be way more kind to them! Did you see them?” Scar threw his arms out narrowly avoiding Mumbo. “They are just skin and bones…and they don't speak Common.”
“I feel like there is a bigger issue we are completely skipping over.”
“Yeah! The forest should've known to herd them to a good food source! I know there's a stream near where they were but it could've at least grown him an apple tree!” A sudden wind picked up, pushing against the windows with a audicable creek .
“You heard me!” Scar shouted at the air whilst still laying in bed. Mumbo let out a huffed laugh at his beloved antics.
“No darling, I meant the bigger issue of the fact that this Avian was in the forest in the first place. And the fact they can’t speak Common and their clothes are falling apart. Where did they come from?”
Scar shifted onto his side, hugging Mumbos arm to his chest.
“I…don't know. I know a few weeks ago I felt a magical spike in the forest, but like I said, it's close to phoenixes coming back for the season. I didn't know…” Scar curls closer to Mumbo, stifling a yawn. “I feel bad for missing a whole Avian alone in my forest. In the morning maybe I can share the translation spell with you and we can ask them if they need help.” Mumbo pulls Scar on top of himself, putting his arms around his waist hugging him close.
“Don't feel bad, you couldn't have known the nature of every magical being that comes and goes into the forest. Go to sleep, I’ll stay here tonight with you and in the morning we can talk to the bird.” He turns his head to the side and kisses Scars hairline, causing the nymph to let out a gentle hum.
“Okay…healing them took a little more energy than I was expecting.” Scar mumbles, placing his head on Mumbo's shoulder tucked into his neck, a place only he's allowed to be.
“It's okay, go to sleep.” He replies, though he's sure Scar was out before he even finished his sentence. Really, it's not okay since Scar shouldn't be using magic on people and things that might not be so receptive to his magic, but he understands that the bird may have needed a bit extra help then just some salves.
Mumbo hugs his nymph tighter, leaning down to pull a blanket over the two. Tonight was not one of his sleep nights, so he shifted slightly to get more comfortable. Settling in for a night of just cuddling Scar until the sun came up. There were certainly worse ways to spend a night.
But he also knew that even if he was tired, he wouldn't sleep. That Avian seemed to know what they were doing with those throwing knives. It raised so many questions that there was no way of answering with a language barrier. And not that he didn't trust Scar, but he didn't trust a random stranger in their house. Especially one who was aggressive and had knives.
So he plans on staying up, holding Scar and watching the door. Not that he expected anything to happen but…If Scar can heal them then he has to be able to do something. So he will protect, just in case.
***
It was oddly warm when waking up. Not that waking up outside was always cold. In fact, he realized it was getting warmer and warmer everyday! Usually this forest was pleasantly cool.
But this was warmth. And he was surrounded by it. It was also soft. Something wrapped around him as he pulled it closer a contented chirp fell from his throat. Usually in a tree he had to be careful about moving in the night because he didn't want to fall. But this all felt different then a tree. Maybe he found a hollowed tree to sleep in last night?
Last night…
Suddenly, It all came back to him in a terrifying whirlwind of information. He shot up for whatever he was laying on, but immediately regretted it. Pain flared through his body and wings as he tried to gain his bearings.
He was captured in an enclosed room. He could feel himself making panicked cheeps scrambling to find a way to escape. The room wasn't too big. He was on the weird soft square nest and there was a shelf containing more books than Grian had ever seen. Who needed that many books? Off topic.
Across from him he saw a covered window. He could see light flitting through the cloth draped over it. Scrambling off the bed, he tried to get to his home free exit. He would leave this forest and never come back, ever.
But as soon as he placed a claw on the floor, pain flared through his leg and body. Unprepared, he fell on the wooden floor with a loud, dull thud.
’Ow, ow, ow,’ he cooed to himself. That was not part of this full proof plan of escape. He slowly got his arms under himself, cursing as more pain flashed through his arm.
Unfortunately, he heard footsteps coming his way. ’Damn it!’He decided to crawl as quick as he could over to this window, and pull himself up with the hanging cloth. Executing that plan, he wasn't quick enough. He was interrupted as he was trying to figure out how the fuck to open the window, why have a closed window? What's the point if it's closed! Resorting to grabbing a heavy book, he was about to throw it before the door swung open revealing his captures.
Hissing a warning, stumbling back until his wings hit the wall. ‘Ow fuck ow’ he cooed in between hissed. He decided to change the course of his throw to the sudden attackers instead. The dull thud he heard was satisfying, but upon glancing that way, he sees that the book was caught instead of actually hitting someone. ‘Damn.’
His eyes scanned for any more exits but found all that there was was the stupidly closed window and the door with his two captures standing in the way.
Two tall motherfuckers of unknown species were just standing there looking at him. The tallest one, dressed in fancy clothes, was holding the book he had thrown. Standing quite dumbly looking between the green capture and himself. Grian decided he didn't like this one the most. Something about his vibe was off. Rancid, he would say.
While he was sizing up the tall one, the green one took a step forward, probably thinking he wouldn't notice. But he did, snapping his head towards his and hissing lowly, ‘Step the fuck back! I’ll bite!’ Of course, the green one stepped back, ‘cause he's scared of him. Probably.
The green one holds their hands up, in a placating gesture. And tried speaking to him, but it's that same dumb language from last night. ‘I don't know what you are saying! Let me go!’ His ankle was really starting to hurt now that he was standing on it. Taking a chance, he looks down at it to see what the issue was.
‘Aha!’ He tweets, shocked. They were trying to poison him! Whatever these clothes were, they were probably full of problems! That's why he can't walk, and when he checks behind himself, he sees more of them around his wing. He feels his face drain of blood. They were trying to take his wings too! ‘No no no!’ He had heard these stories back in the colony, wingless beings who were so torn up about losing their wings they'd try to take someone else's.
‘You can't have ‘em!’ He leaned down and started to cut through the rags with his talons, much to the displease of his captures. Especially the pretty green one, who all but ran over to him.
Terrified, Grian swiped at them, but it didn't make contact. Somehow the tall one had come over without him even seeing and had caught his hand. He felt his heart drop, beating so fast against his chest he felt like it would pop any moment. He knew he was weak right now, but two against one was never good. And they took his knives.
‘Stop! Please!’ He tried to swipe his other hand, only for it to be caught much the same as the other. He huddled further in the corner, hissing as the green person reached their hand over towards his face. He tilted his head back as far as it would go against the wall. Pleas spilling from his mouth as his legs tried to kick out as well, hoping to make contact with anything. He squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable pain the two were about to bring.
Alas he felt as greens finger tips grazed his forehead, oddly soft before he felt them retreat. He kept his eyes closed, he always found it easier to take pain when he didn't see it coming, something he knew was different from his peers.
But after a few moments of nothing, the hands around his wrist loosened, not enough to let go, but still. Then he heard a hesitant voice speak.
“Hello?” His eyes shot open at the sound. An Avian?
“H-hello?” He tweeted back, searching for the voice between the two. His eyes landed on the tall one, who still was holding his wrists.
“Um, hi?” They said, but it was a different voice to the one he had heard before, and somehow the words he was supposed to be tweeting didn't match up to how his lips moved. He was so confused he stopped struggling, staring with wide eyes at the two. He had thought they might have been Avian, but now he's not sure. They don't speak Avian right…
“My name is Scar. What's yours, little bird?” Green- Scar asked, which made Grians cheeks go pink.
“I’m Grian. I’m not little…” He confusedly tweeted back. He felt his wings flutter behind him, sending a spark of pain throughout his whole body. Remembering himself, he looks at the tall one again. His heart, which had been slowing down as the confusion took root, went straight back to hammering away.
He was trapped, with two wingless Avians who may or may not want his wings. He rapidly looked between the two as his breathing picked up speed. He was well and fully trapped and at their mercy.
“Please! Don't take my wings!” He tried to struggle more, but the pain and adrenaline was starting to catch up to him. He felt tears gathering in his eyes, they can't do this! He just got his freedom and they were going to take it away!
“No no no, little bird! We never would!” He felt soft hands cup his face, and the hands released his hands. Instead of fighting like he knew he should, he brought them to his chest. They never prepared him to fight off other Avians! He doesn't know what to do! He finally felt the tears fall, but the thumbs on his cheek gently wiped them away.
“Look at me Honey,” Gre- Scar tweeted. Grians breath hitched over and over as he tried to keep from crying. He was taught not to do this! He slowly brought his eyes over to Scar. The person looked incredibly sad, and he didn't know why. He cooed a sad sound, tilting his head to the side as much as possible. He squished the person's hand between his shoulder and face but he couldn't care less. This Scar person cooed back, tilting his head with him. Oh! That's good, so they are also sad at the state of things. Interesting.
“We aren't going to hurt you Birdy.” They said, flicking his eyes to the tall person. He felt his eyes get a bit wide with shock.
“B-but…Don't you want my wings? Since yours are gone?” He tilted his head back a bit in question, he watched as both beings looked as if they'd been struck, taking a shocked beat back. Now everything was just getting confusing again. He felt his head swim a bit, the lights in the corners getting dim. He was very tired. And sore.
“No, Darling, we want you to not hurt anymore. You took quite the tumble in my woods last night, and I can tell you are still very hurt. Let's get you back to bed and you can rest.” He was very tired, but he would rather a nest to sleep in.
“What's a bed ?” he chirpily slurred. He felt the hands fall from his face, and since they were no longer holding his head, he tucked his chin towards his chest and arms.
“Um, oh! Nest I mean. Let's get you into a nest.” That sounded very nice. He felt strong arms shove themselves under his arms, lifting him easily off the floor. He was limp in their hands, taking a glance at their arms he realized he was in tall persons arms. He never got their name, he just thought.
He felt himself be laid down on his stomach in the softest nest he had ever felt. It didn't smell like him though. It smelt of herbs, wind, and a little metallic. Good enough for him though. He was drifting off when he felt hands on his ankle and wing.
He chirped in displeasure, it hurt, and he didn't really trust them yet…but they could speak Avian…kinda. And the Scar said that they weren't going to hurt him. But it still hurt, whatever they were doing.
He heard one of them walk to his head, shushing him quietly, placing a hand in his hair and scratching gently. And like water to a fire, he was out.
***
He woke up pleasantly cool, as opposed to overly warm like he usually would when he was alone. So his beautiful mate must have stayed with him all of last night, even though it wasn't the night of the week he usually slept.
He felt his lips quirk up in a sleepy smile, squeezing his arms tighter around his loves waist. He heard a deep rumbling purr-like laugh erupt from his lover-turned-pillow’s chest. Smiling wider, he wiggled closer, sticking his cold nose into Mumbos neck making them both hum.
This is nice. These types of moments were always his favorite. Mumbo staying the night here instead of going back to his manor. Though him staying here was becoming increasingly more common. He pulled himself even closer, pouting at the laugh it received.
“Petal, if you move any closer you'll be on top of me.” Mumbo laughed, though he also tightened his arms around Scar, the hypocrite.
“It's not like you minded last night!” Scar teased back, making it sound much dirtier than it was. He laughed as Mumbo spluttered at the insinuation. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss to Mumbos neck before finally opening his eyes and pulling himself up. He leaned over Mumbos face on one arm and smiled at how red it had become.
“Cute.” He said, bent down planting a quick kiss on his lips. Throwing his legs over the edge, he stood up raising his arms over his head listening to his bones click right back into place. Turning back around he sees Mumbo still on the bed, sitting up on one elbow watching Scar with red painted cheeks.
Upon being caught staring, he scoffs, letting himself fall back onto the bed covering his face with his arm. He groans loudly as Scar laughs at his ability to become so flustered so quickly. He pats Mumbo's leg in faux sympathy before finally leaving the room to start making breakfast.
He passes by the guest room door, pausing to listen through the door. It's silent, which is good! The Avian must be sleeping really well and healing. He continues his path to the small kitchen. The chimes and herbs he has handing front the ceiling sway softly in the pleasant breeze wafting through his house.
He feels a few of the herbs, not completely dry yet so he leaves them be. He checks the ice box and pulls out a few different fruits and berries he had gathered a few days ago with Mumbo. A nice fruit salad with some different nuts would probably be a good meal for the Avian, and himself of course.
As he cuts up the apples and plums, he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. A head is laid on his shoulder, hiding in the space between his neck and shoulder. He smiles, and let's Mumbo sway them both as he finishes placing the fruits in a bowl. He pulls a container of his shelled nuts and gets to cracking. A few walnuts, pecans and almonds get chopped up and put into the bowl as well.
He let his mind wander a bit. Thinking of the Avian and where they might have come from. It's very odd to find them in his hemisphere even odder one being alone. He supposes a flock could've moved in somewhere outside of the forest and he just got lost. But every colony that he's ever come into contact with speaks common. And this bird was thin and smaller. He just doesn't know.
Still in his head, he goes to put the knife away when it slips from his hand, nicking his finger. He feels Mumbos breath hitch from behind him, being able to smell the blood. What he gets for not paying attention. It's barely a cut though, barely a drop of blood trickles up and without thinking he goes to put it in his mouth to stop the bleeding. But his arm is stopped with a fairly tight grip around his wrist.
Looking curiously at Mumbo, he watches as his transfixed on the single drop of blood. Scar feels sadness bubble in his stomach. Not his again… Mumbo makes eye contact as he kisses the blood from Scar finger. Licking his lips he drops Scars hand with an embarrassed laugh.
Immediately he tried to make a break for it, but not on Scars watch. He grabs around Mumbos waist, spinning to pin the vampire against the counter staring up at him with squinted, acquisitional eyes. Mumbo is finding everything except for Scars eyes the most interesting things he's ever seen. That is to say, he's avoiding eye contact like it's a stake to the heart.
“Dewdrop. We talked about this.” Scar tilts his head, batting his eyes with a painted on smile. Mumbo laughs awkwardly, finally finding Scars face. “When did we run out of blood?”
“I was going to get some last night! But we got…busy.” His eyes shift over his shoulder, looking at the guest room door. He looks guilty, and a bit flushed.
“You can't let it get this bad Mumbo. I’ve told you, I don’t mi-”
“No. I will not drink anymore from you then I have to. It would be too much for you. I- I just lost myself just then is all.” Mumbo interrupts steadfastly. He's looking directly into Scars eyes now. Two stubborn beings fighting for dominance in each other's gaze.
Scar loses, as always with this argument. With a sigh he looks away first, loosening his grip on Mumbo's waist, even if the vampire could've left whenever he wanted too. He opens his mouth to continue to lightly scold Mumbo for not making himself a priority when a loud thud from behind them gains both their attention. They both look to the guest room door, they separate and start to jog that way.
“This conversation is not over Honey.” Scar puts his hand on the door handle looking up to Mumbo, who just smiles.
“Of course.” He places his hand on top of Scars, and together they open the door to a truly heartbreaking scene.
They see a small Avian scratching at the glass in the window, trying desperately to try and find out how to open it. As they open the door all the way and stepping in they watch as the bird grabs a large tome off the bookshelf and raises it over their head, but once they see the door is open, they stumble until their back hits the wall and throws the book at the two. Before Scar could even flinch, Mumbo moves and catches the book mid air.
The poor thing was hissing up a storm and tweeting in a language they couldn't understand. The translation spell only works for a few hours after its cast, if it isn't maintained, and falling asleep definitely knocks it out. Ugh. Okay so he just has to get close enough to touch him again. Looking at Mumbo, he tilts his head to the bird nodding his head hoping he'll get the message.
He sees that the bird is watching Mumbo, so he tries to take a step forward, which he immediately takes back upon the sinister hiss that gets thrown. Oh the poor thing must be so scared of him.
In an effort to look less intimidating, he holds up his hand showing that he has nothing.
“It's okay! We are just trying to help you Birdy.” This just gets him more angry, scared twitter and coos. Quieting some, the bird looks from him and Mumbo, down to the bandages around his ankle then gasps, then looks to their wings. Oh that can't be good.
The Avian yells something then immediately tries to rip it off. How the bird is still standing, he’ll never know. But if he doesn't leave it wrapped it might just get worse.
Disregarding his own safety, he runs up to try and stop the bird from doing anymore damage. As assumed, they try to swipe at his face, but his partner is there before it can even make contact. His vampire speed quicker than anything the bird could do.
They tweet shrilly, truly more scared than angry like before. Scar feels so bad, but this is the best way to understand each other. He can't imagine how Mumbo feels, being able to hear the poor things fluttering heartbeat.
At another swipe, Mumbo has both the Avians talons held by the wrists. They are able to avoid the clawed feet all while they are cheeping and cooing. Slowly, Scar reaches his hand out. They close their eyes and tilt their head as far away from his as possible, banging their head on the wall.
With a grimace, Scar lightly grazed his fingers across the bird's forehead before bringing them to his lips to whisper the spell. He brings them to his ear, then reaches up to press his hand to Mumbos lips and ears as well. Then, softly, he speaks.
They introduce themselves, Mumbo being as awkward as always, which makes Scar smile. They looked very confused. Shocked, even, they were suddenly speaking his language, which he supposed made sense. Imagine somebody busting out in your native tongue when they refused to speak it previously.
He watched as the bird looked between the two, so, so confused. Suddenly his eyes were drawn to the Avians' wings moving. He grimaced, that must hurt. It seemed to remind the Avain as well, their breath picked up again. Wide eyes turn to the two of them cheeping meaningless pleas.
“Please! Don't take my wings!” They tried to struggle in mumbo's grip again, but he just held them lightly with a stricken look on his face. Scar felt much the same. Take his wings? Who would ever do something so cruel?
“No no no, little bird! We never would!” Giving Mumbo a look, he reached over and cupped the poor bird's face. Scared tears were gathering in the bird's eyes and Mumbo released his arms, which he brought to his chest to hold himself as the tears finally fell. He gently wiped them away with his thumbs, hoping to sooth them even just a little.
“Look at me Honey,” Scar asked softly. They slowly tilted their head all the way to their shoulder, trapping Scars hand there with a sad coo. Scar didn't know what it meant, but tried his best to copy them, hoping it would help. His coo was a little off, but the bird looked at him with wide eyes so maybe it did something.
“We aren't going to hurt you Birdy.” Scar said, continuing to move his thumbs under his eyes. There were some feathers smattered along his cheeks; he took care not to mess them up, even if they were all wet now. He watched as the bird took in his statement, somehow looking even more confused.
“B-but…Don't you want my wings? Since yours are gone?” Both him and Mumbo took a beat back. What? They looked at each other, shocked. Mumbo just shook his head, looking at their wings. Scar didn't know what to say. They thought they were Avians too? Both of them look nothing like Avians! Maybe they hit their head on the way down and they didn't see…
“No, Darling, we want you to not hurt anymore. You took quite the tumble in my woods last night, and I can tell you are still very hurt. Let's get you back to bed and you can rest.” They could both see how the Avian was waning. Swaying slightly in place and starting to look through them, instead of at them.
“What's a bed?” They chirpily slurred. Scar smiled confusedly at them. He let his hands fall from their face, slowly dropping their head to their chest. What's a bed?
“Um,” He starts, how do they not know what a bed is? “Oh!” It suddenly hits him with a snap. “A Nest I mean. Let's get you into a nest.” He smiles down at the Avian, they are so sleepy. And he's happy he's not terrified of them anymore. Curling his fingers toward Mumbo, he points down. Getting the message, Mumbo moves to pick them up under their arms and turns around to lay them on the bed. He lays them on their stomach so they can look at their wings again, and fix any messed up bandages.
He watches as the bird closes their eyes, breathing evening out and curling their arms around a pillow with a delighted coo. Which Scar mimics in his own language. Mumbo smiles, and also laughs at Scar's reaction. He is rewarded with a roll of Scars eyes.
“Here, my love, come rewrap his ankle and I'll get his wing.” Scar says. Mumbo does as he's told, switching places with Scar to start wrapping and Scar places a hand in the bird wing.
Suddenly, they hear a pained whine which Scar immediately shuts down with a soft shushing and a hand gently scratching through their hair. Mumbo had been on the receiving end of Scar's famous head scratches so he knows it works like magic on getting people to sleep. And to be fair, he could use magic, yet he doesn't need to. Hes just that good.
The bird calms, slipping into actual sleep as they both get to rewrapping his injuries. When they are both done, they both quietly slip out of the room together. As Mumbo closes the door softly behind them they breathe out a sigh.
“Well,” Mumbo starts. “That bird is certainly something.” Scar laughs, playfully slapping his arm.
“Behave, he's hurt and scared. Like you were any better.” Scar pulls Mumbo back into the kitchen, finally finishing dividing the breakfast into two bowls. He places one in the ice box, and taking him to the couch, he plops down, patting his side making Mumbo sit next to him.
“Yes, yes, you are such a bleeding heart you even let a dangerous vampire in your house cause you felt bad for him.” Mumbo laughs as he takes his seat next to Scar as he eats.
“Well see how good that turned out! Now I let that dangerous vampire into my bed!” He spoons some berries into his mouth as Mumbo chokes on spit. His face goes bright red as he coughs trying to recover.
“You are incorrigible!” He huffs, leaning back against the couch.
“But you love me!” He leans against Mumbo, looking at him with puppy eyes, batting his lashes.
“Unfortunately…” He mumbles back. Scar sits back up with a cheer.
“A win is a win!” He laughs, finishing off his berries. He places the bowl on the coffee table, the sounds making Mumbo look back up from the couch. Scar turns to him with a dopey smile, which he knew was becoming more and more mischievous as he looked at Mumbo. He could tell Mumbo was watching as his face became suspicious as time went on.
With no warning Scar raised his own wrist and bit it, blood flowing quickly around his teeth. It hurt, but he knew what he was doing. His teeth were not as sharp as Mumbos, but sharp enough. He heard Mumbos rapid intake of breath, and felt as he reached out and snatched his wrist from him.
“What in the worlds are you doing!” He whisper shouted, pulling his wrist as far away from both of them as he could. He had a shocked and scared look on his face. Again, it was not the first time Scar had done something like this.
“We’ve been through this before, Honey. You wont bite me even if I ask. You need a drink. Don't lie!” He interrupted Mumbo before he even spoke. The vampire closed his mouth with a click and narrowed eyes. “You need a drink, and I am willing. And oh look! I’m bleeding! It'll just be wasted otherwise…Such a shame…” Scar put on a show of sadness, inching his arm to Mumbo, whose grip was getting weaker and weaker. He looked convicted, glancing between Scar and his bleeding arm.
“You know why I don't like drinking from you…” Mumbo mumbled, like his final piece before he just gave in. Scar also gave in, dropping the act and smiling sadly at Mumbo. He leaned his head on Mumbo's shoulder and nosed his neck.
“I know. But I just ate, and the last magic I used was just now. I have plenty to go around and am very willing to share it with you. I love you. So please, don’t deprive yourself of what you need.” And with that, finally, Mumbo brought Scars wrist to his mouth, not rebitting him, but gently sucking where the wound already was.
He let out a low groan, pressing his wrist closer, as if trying to coax the blood out quicker. Scar sighed into his neck, this didn't really feel bad for him either. Maybe a little draining as his magic and blood were literally being sucked out of him, but there nowhere else he'd rather be.
So he laid there, letting Mumbo drink his fill before they could go out and get him a new blood supply. Usually Mumbo was in charge of letting him know when he was running low so together they could go get more. But he supposes now he should also keep an eye on that supply.
Slowly, Mumbo finally released his arm, licking the wound using some of his newly acquired nymph magic to close it up. With a soft sigh, he finally drops his arm, then suddenly pulls Scar down onto the couch with him. Both laughing on the way down, Scar lands on top of Mumbo, face inches away.
“Well hello there!” He giggles, a bit loopy from the blood loss. Mumbo looks dashing from this angle, lips stained a bit red, cheeks now full of color and smiling brightly. His mustache twitches when he's happy, but Scar doesn't think he knows that. His eyes shine with mirth, while staring up at Scar. Ugh. They both are just so smitten. There is nothing for him to do except lean down and kiss him deeply.
He tastes like metal and magic. And judging by Mumbos pleased groan, he probably still tastes like berries and fruit.
After a few moments, Scar pulls back. After losing that much magic in one sitting, he's quite tired and steadily getting more and more dizzy. So he takes his place back in Mumbo's neck, and drifts off to the feeling of Mumbo running his clawed hands through his hair. And there is literally, no other place he would rather be.