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You were staring at the sky with him by your side.
What have I done to this fiend of mine? He left me alone, all on my own, just like he always was. The price of being one, your hand reached for his, running before the sun comes to ruin the moment of the knowledge "he was...he is mine and mine alone," the curse bound to be undone.
You looked him in the eyes, seeing the gems that belong to no one,no other shall have them to see upon or belong.
"What's wrong, sweetie? What's on your mind?"
Collecting his hand into yours, pulling it towards your chest, letting him feel your raging heartbeat because how dare they.
"This curse I placed, from a place I known,a feind of blood, gems, and gold, a fiend of mine." You placed your hand on his chest"my dragon with a heart more divine then a shining sky." You could feel his heart race just like yours,his gem eyes widen with a shine of gold, a tear of unknown.
You could feel his breath thicken, deepening as in knowledge of the unknown. "Your eyes are of ruby's gems and cursed home, only I can kill you ,not anymore." You wiped his tear as if he could not speak now.
You felt the mist embrace you, red with a supposed heart of stone, that felt warmer than any other home you may have known.
"Caged be not,this is my desire. Your doings I won't blame you for, not anymore, for your doings are mine, and we are still, no matter what or who, to be one."
You touched his hands, checking them over and binding them together. "But the way isn't though a curse,it's the fact you are someone, and that someone is mine."
"Curse be broken,let my dragon, my feind free, for to be a tormentor I did not agree."
You felt your control slipping, something entering and leaving your body, your very being, your soul, a hunger you have always yet never known.
He gripped at your side as a scream left both of you, perhaps it was a cry of a falling sky, a fallen god, or fallen migh,At least he hopes you won't be going to the knight of light now that the curse is lifted and time is none.
Or Lemurian god of the sea to rest in the peacefulness and riches of the divine.
Even the fallen one, traitor of Astra's unforgiving ice, so selflessly fallen from the throne of the divine, and yet here he was, a selfishly gripping praying hoping once again you'd keep him as the monster he really was. Maybe they were right he was greedy, and now you cut his ties, his feel of your soul.
He doesn't think he can let you go anymore, survive without feeling your heart in his chest, the way you always tried to do your best, or the way he knew you were caged not to be, you're a wild spirit, a kitten, as he says, doing what you want and deserving to be free.
But God's above and under knew he was greedy,he could not let you go without his heart aching for you to return, for both of you just to be.
The path you choose now will decide whatever happens next: if his heart of bloody stone will beat for you in his chest, or will it not be at all.
He pushed himself up with all his might, pulling you up into his selfish arms, knowing he cannot let anyone see the two of you here like this.
His back covered in blood from newly unfurled wings, and his forehead was dripping with devil's horns, proof he wished to rip.
His hands not as gentle and kind as they were, instead covered in thorns and his own filthy blood. He tried not to hurt you, not to dirty you, pulling you into one arm, trying not to harm your tender flesh with his scales of stone, and flew away; no matter the pain, his pain mattered not; it was none compared to what he had done before, but it felt like more, meaning his power isn't here at its full yet, or was it yours?
Bloody tears shed as he finally pulled back to one of his bases that no one was at yet; he couldn't think clearly at this moment, putting you into the bed and going to shower to get this off, not wanting to dirty you more than he has.
As he got in, removing the clothes, blood swelling around his chest from where the gems and markings of a fiend existed, another proof to add for you to leave, it was pounding quickly in fear and paranoia, self-deception some call it, but so many people can't be wrong at once.
He got into the shower and suppressed a growl, not wanting to wake you yet; water was burning like it was holy, under his wings, horns, and thorns, especially in his chest, on the bloody lines, as his wounds without you aren't healing as fast, if not at all.
After he showered, it was time to dry, but the claws ripped through the towels, barely managing it somehow.
And band-aids he kept for you in his bathroom were the next part; he really tried to move slowly not to cause a mess and rip them apart time after time again until he managed to do some poor job on bandaging his arms and chest, ignoring the "unnecessary ones." It's not like he needs better to survive.
Walking out of the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible, and sitting next to the bed you were in—he should let you rest and not bother you, but his tail snuck around your arm that fell off the bed as he put his head down next to it, your fingers twitching and moving against his jaw, a small amount of contact making him nuzzle your palm, forgetting the scales on his jaw for a moment and how sharp they were, closing his eyes and letting himself rest... just for a bit to indulge…