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Your eyes were softly closed in concentration ,gentle hands laid upon the brow of your lord.
Though he would never allow you to call him such.
Calmly you use what's left of your strength to close the deep open wounds that marred his handsome body.
“You’ll be okay..” you whispered tenderly to the slumbering dominant.
With each wound sealed closed, you felt your own strength wane. But still, this was the silent vow you made and would keep.
There was a discernible strain now settling into your bones. The overuse of Magic caused a telltale side effect that made your right hand ache with every movement.
Looking down, you noticed the white chalky appearance your hand transformed into. But it brought no immediate alarm to you.
Using your left hand, you check Clive's pulse to find it pulsing away to a healthy beat.
There were still two major wounds left to attend, but for a moment you let the quiet relief flood your being.
Humming to yourself, you worked on the last wounds. All but expelling everything you had to patch them up.
Life couldn’t end here for this special person in your arms. You would never live with the shame if his flame was put out too early.
He will live another day thanks to you. Another day closer to fulfill his dreams for this world.
Allowing yourself to lean against a jagged rock, you breathed tiredly.
Your work would be done today.
Adjusting the lovely Outlaws head into your lap, trying to make him as comfy as possible, though your hands were now useless.
The curse was slowly making quick work to travel along your arms, the feeling becoming painfully numb.
But staring at Clive's peaceful face relaxed you so tenderly.
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to daydream. A meadow of flowers surrounded by clear blue skies.
You would be there like this, but the rock would instead be the comfortable trunk of a great Oak tree. And Clive would be napping away, head nestled in your lap like so. A book and quill would be nearby.
And when Clive awoke he would shake you like so-
-your tired eyes opened to meet wild blue.
‘What is it now?’ you wondered while watching the beautiful man's mouth frantically move, but you couldn't hear any words.
The way he cupped your cheeks with shaky hands, your eyes catching the way his eyes pooled like a raging storm with tears.
You watched him with alarm, the need to comfort him strong. But you sadly couldn't move anymore.
‘I guess I must be dying” you pieced together the situation as you watched Clive cry over you.
You wish you could so desperately hear what he was saying.
Would it be everything you ever wished for?
Your vision was flickering in and out now. Your body is so cold, despite being held so close to the fire dominants chest.
It felt like you were in a dream, oh how you dreamed of this day, to be held this close, to hear him talk from such an intimate position, but yet you could neither hear or feel.
Funny how life worked like that.
Watching him cry for you though, it seemed to be enough.
What could you do to comfort him?
With the last of your strength, you kissed his cheek softly, gently, like a mother soothing a newborn
And when his eyes turned uncloudy again, did you offer him the easiest of smiles.
“You made it… i’m proud.” softly your voice reached him.
And you thought that would make him calm down some, but dying is awkward.
You would die watching him sob over you. But it was weirdly comforting.
Oh how you wished you could hear the words he was babbling to you in your final moments.
Tenderly he takes your fading face and passionately kisses your lips.
The fires of life flow through you for a brief moment, and your curiosity is sated.
Is this what it felt like to be loved?
Your eyes captured his face after, and you see a strong steel of resolve in his eyes as he regards you.
Slowly he mouths something to your dimmed gaze, that brings you to peace.
Before you feel yourself drift away.
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“I will find you again.”