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"Cicatrice"
Lance was worried. There was a bad storm raging outside his home, but that's not exactly what had him worried. His mate was out in that...that monsoon. It wasn't quite a monsoon though. As a water fey, Lance had control over most forms of water, except for the rain. His mate, Keith, was a fire fey and had control over even the hot lava that flowed from the volcanoes to the north. The fact that they were mates was unusual to say the least, being complete opposites, but they loved each other without reservation.
Suddenly, the door to their home banged open, startling Lance horribly. He spun around as lightning flashed, illuminating the battered form of his mate. With a gasp, Lance rushed over as Keith toppled over. Lance managed to catch him, being careful of Keith's soaked red and black wings, and carried him over to the magical fireplace. There was always a fire going during the day, which should have been a bad idea since they lived in a tree, but since it was a magical fireplace, the flames never spread to their home. When Lance settled Keith near the flames, Keith lifted his face to gaze at Lance, revealing a new mark on his skin.
Lance was used to the scars littering his beloved's body. Keith had been previously captured by hunters who captured and sold magical beings for a huge profit. Lance had happened by their encampment one night. It was just a stroke of luck that they stopped by a beach and imbibed a little too much alcohol. (Lance could tell it was cheap beer from the smell.) He had freed all of the captive beings that night, Keith being the only one who stayed with him. Both fey could feel the connection they had with each other and just knew they were mates.
Lance gently cupped Keith's face and focused his powers. He was versed in healing, but he wasn't as masterful as his eldest sister. He could at least make the mark look less angry. Keith sighed in relief as he felt the fire replenish his wings, the heat dry him off, and Lance healing his newest injury. The storm had caught him off guard and blew him into a prickle bush. He had escaped with only minor scratches except for his face. He knew that it was going to scar, even with Lance's healing; another one to add to his collection.
Lance removed his hand and let Keith slump against him for a moment. Both fey were glad Keith was home and out of the storm. The blue and white winged fey scooped up his mate and flew him to their nest located in the higher branches of their tree home. He settled them into the soft blankets that lined the nest and wrapped his wings around Keith, keeping him tucked against his chest. He felt better now that he had his mate in his arms and wrapped in his wings. Now, he could relax; they both could.
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