#beziar

Bezi purred, leaning down to headbutt Mercer’s shoulder and nuzzle him.         “Love you,” he hummed, slipping his arms around the Breton’s waist.

Bezi’s heart quietly broke for his dejai. He knew what it was like to feel that scared, that helpless, and he felt some of Sean’s helplessness bleeding into himself. He wanted to help- needed to help- but wasn’t quite sure how.           His chest stung as Sean moved away and he sat up to watch. Regret ate at him, and guilt; surely, he could have stopped this somehow. What was the point of all of his powers if he couldn’t help the people he loved?           “Do you want to go to my place?” he asked gently, “It doesn’t have to be the one here, or even now- I have houses all over.”

“Wait-” Bezi froze, his eyes narrowing as he did some rushed mental math. His fingers twitched as he double checked whatever calculations he was doing, and his eyes widened.           “Isn’t today your birthday?”

It was hard to breathe. Maybe it was the small space, crushing him between four unforgiving walls. Maybe it was his panic, clawing its way through him like some hungry parasite. Whatever it was, every inhale was a struggle. It felt like trying to swallow glass.           His eyes burned as he rested his head back against one wall. This was pure, unadulterated torture. One of the worst of his fears come true.           “N-Nathan?” He heard that accent out there somewhere, faintly, and nearly sobbed with relief.           “I’m here!” he cried, throwing himself around the tiny box as well as he could. “I’m....” He shook all over. Fear and hopeful desperation choked him and the sensation of needles pricked all over his body.            “Help me!”

Bezi watched the distant habitats and gave a single, dissatisfied, noise as he lowered himself into a crouch. Loneliness gnawed at him like an ache and if he listened very closely, he thought he could hear his sanity begin to unravel.           He’d lost track of how long he had been alone, and each time he hibernated threw even more uncertainty into the number. But now, practically right on his doorstep, there were people. Living, breathing, human people, here to explore Mars for what might be the first time in their history.           He wanted to meet them. He wanted to get off this little red rock. He wanted something different to eat!           But he did not want to end up imprisoned, experimented upon, or worse. Introducing himself could go one of several ways, and only a couple of them were good for him. Some of them weren’t even good for the humans. Could he risk it? Did he have much of a choice?             Gathering his courage, he stood and began to approach the little outpost. The sun lay at his back, beginning to sink below the Martian horizon; if this turned sour, he’d need every advantage he could get, which meant his eyes in the dark, and the promise of night to make his escape.

Bezi laughed with him, mostly only so that he didn’t break down any harder. His emotions were being torn to shreds.           He sobbed into his wrist as he struggled to pull himself together I really am just a dumb bunny!           He nearly lost it. A deep cry wracked out of him and he rocked in place, forcing himself to find some semblance of calming down.           “It’s a good movie!” he cried in complaint, tossing his pillow at Nathan before grabbing a tissue box out of no where. Chokingly trying to explain why he was crying so hard, he wiped at his face and blew his nose, building a nice pile of tissues next to his seat.            One thing he left out was just how much he related to Nick; to being in that place of pain and having someone you cared about, who betrayed you, come back and genuinely apologize. 

Bezi paused as a familiar scent tickled his nose. His head automatically turned towards it as an unmistakable bubble of excited friend! welled up inside his chest, memories kicking off. He knew that smell- who was it?           Following his nose, he trotted down the street, eyes scanning for any features he might recognize. He caught sight of a shock of red hair and the memory clicked right into place like a lightbulb flashing on. A smile spread across his lips as the bubble inside his chest burst and he called out, “Natalie!           “Nat!” Skirting around a stranger, he jogged towards his old friend, excitedly calling her name.

Heart heavy in his chest, Bezi focused on the feeling of the sponge in his hands. When he’d first laid eyes on Buzz, he never could have guessed that they would end up here. Maybe he should have figured it out as they began to spend time together, but where they stood now still made his heart sick.           Bezi flinched from the sudden motion, but quickly recovered. Anger sliced through him. Everything he had done- was doing- for this son of a bitch, and he still pulled this shit?           He growled as he grabbed Buzz’s wrist in one hand and held him down with the other.            “Can you?” He snapped back, nodding with his chin at his injuries. “Turn your fucking pride off for ten minutes and let me get you clean, or so help me I will tie you down,” he snarled, fangs bared.