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An embrace in the dark, a sinful sweet fragrance to the air, the Warrior of Light bound to his love’s arms.
Haurchefant scant let his daring Hero away from his iron-tight death snuggling; it was equal parts endearing, warm, and smothering but the Warrior of Light could never bring himself to complain to a single soul, it would break his knight’s heart and pride if ever a little bird even uttered that his deepest love sometimes craved the grave before cuddling so intensely all-eve long.
The Hero could eventually, and luckily, twist enough around that he was facing the much taller Elezen man; instead of being the object of such a desperate grip that mocked spoons everywhere.
He would look lovingly up at his slumbering guardian angel, and downward to the not-so lovingly crafted scar that took up the whole of his lover’s chest. The wound had been intense and grave, surprising all including Haurchefant himself that he yet live from such a mar, the Warrior of Light suppressed a deep sob as he gracefully and slowly brushed the scar tissue with his finger tips.
It was an ugly feeling in the Warrior’s own chest that thrashed deep down urging him to unleash a torrent of wailing and tears, but he knew better than to cry so mournfully for the man who drew breath just beside him. It was an affront to his partner’s character, his love so symbolic and whole that he would give his life for his Hero - that he did.
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The Warrior of Light sat bolt upright, covered in cool sweat that burned his body. His breath was erratic and his entire body felt like it was sinking into earth but falling from the sky all at once. Sensory overload, darkness at the edges of his vision, the Warrior panicked wordlessly into the void; his heart beat so quickly he no longer felt the flutter of his own vital organ in his chest.
Hands reached up to pull into him, grab at his panic and tear it from his body, he would scream silently now until the terror subsided- but his two living breathing loves beside him gently stroked his skin until the silent screams halted and the breath was regular and the tears the Hero did not realize he cried, had ceased. Estinien and Aymeric soothingly touched and pet their partner’s clammy skin, this was one of the many nights they knew he was haunted by something and only they could bring him back down from it.
The Warrior could finally hear his own heart stirring in his cold sweat drenched chest, the beautiful men touching his skin now made him feel irrationally embarrassed. Estinien left soft graceful kisses on his partner’s flesh while Aymeric helped the Hero to lay back down slowly and proceeded to curl into him like a raven-haired coeurl kitten. The worst was over, the cruel reality sank back in, Haurchefant was gone and never to breathe or smile or spoon him again- the Warrior of Light let out a small cry as he finished sobbing into Aymeric’s soft hair, and Estinien wrapped himself against his right side, kissing his temple before slipping back into slumber.
Their Hero lay awake moments longer, to get his breath to match the rhythmic patterns of his lovers’ own, and to enjoy the world he knew himself to be in all because of the man who gave his all and all his love for him.
‘Thank you Haurchefant Greystone.’