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When; November 27; Slug day~ ♥
Rating; PG-13 (just to be on the safe side~)
Characters; Namine [afleetingshadow], Kratos [daddyhaswings], Yuan [wingedrenegade] and Mithos [heartxofxcruxis]
Summary; A seraphim, a small girl, a slugged last boss. Things were looking good on this curse day.
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He was in pain. That, Mithos knew. Whatever else he did or felt, didn't quite register to him as his own beyond that. Someone else was crying and crying and calling out for Martel repeatedly. Someone was desperately trying to get as far as his feet could take him without falling down. Someone was sad. Someone, who wasn't him, only wished to be with Martel.

Mithos was still in pain.

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Though his hand remained curled against Mithos' skull, still moving gently, bright blue remained fixated to Kratos. There had been a time when Yuan could simply glance to the other man and know what he was thinking. It was no longer so easy-- so many lies there now. Between all three of them.

Still, that hesitance-- Yuan was familiar with it. But he couldn't bring himself to believe what it could mean. Instead, he slanted his gaze away, back to Mithos.

"I can't even imagine it," He muttered honestly. As if the ordeal had never happened... it was inconceivable to the angel.

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Fingers flexing around Mithos' hand, Kratos tried to read the other man's actions. Back then he could have known what the other Angel was thinking, they had been so connected, it was easy to tell what each of his traveling companions had on their mind.

"He once--...He once asked for you, one day. He thought it was all a dream," Kratos murmured, eyes fixating on the mostly still, delicate form curled on the bed.

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The half-elf couldn't stop the slight wince, hand not tangled in Mithos' hair fisting into the sheets of the bed, tension tightening his spine.

A dream.

If only it had been. Then none of--

His wrist lifted slightly, the stroking of Mithos' hair halting momentarily. The seraphim looked for a moment as if he might pull away completely. It had all been instinct, up until now. Seeing Mithos lying there like that, broken and weak, the sight familiar and foreign all at once. It had almost been too easy to forget everything that had happened. Too easy to slide into age-old habits he had forced himself not to give in to for centuries.

Yuan wished it could have been a dream. A nitemare. None of them deserved the fate that fell around their shoulders.

It took a second, one that seemed longer than it was, before Yuan could relax his palm back against the blonde's head again.

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Turning his eyes away from Yuan, Kratos chose not to comment. He could remember when the curse had been lifted from him. The slight nausea, the confusion before it all came crashing back down upon him. Anna. Lloyd. Everything. The way they had slipped from him mind, his most precious people. Gone.

Closing his eyes, the angel watched the blond avidly, trying to keep his mind from that day. It was the past, he could do nothing to stop it, to make it go away. There was no use in lamenting over it, not now when he had other duties.