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It's been a hard time with your team. The rouge and bard won't stop pushing the barbarian's buttons. The wizard and warlock are constantly arguing. The sorcerer only adds fuel to the magical feud.
One night, you sit away from the camp. Trying to gather your thoughts. Before long, you begin to start crying. It was absolutely impossible to get any of them to listen while you were just the human fighter.
The elf druid finds you with the help of his fairy dragon. He's seen how stressed and strained you've been. How you have been trying to wrangle all the different cultures and classes.
Slowly, he approached and took a seat next to you. He didn't pressure you to talk. Your tears and shaking hands were enough to say how close to the edge you were.
Without a word, he gently took your hands and opened them in his. Channeling his druid magic through your palms made a colorful flower that seemed to spark grow before your very eyes.
Your shakey breaths settled into occasional sniffles as you both sat in the forest. The druid's fairy dragon sleeping across your shoulders.
"..they'll have to see the error of their ways soon." The druid reassured as he clasped your hands over the flower's stem, "..perhaps once they've bitten each other's heads off."
You stiffled out a small laugh while resting your head against his shoulder. He hummed softly while cradling your hands in his.
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Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34
Content Warnings: violence
All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.
Drunrag POV
It felt as if darkness could be touched, could be felt.
I was blanketed by it. All of my senses were dulled by the heaviness of it.
Where was I?
Who was I?
I remember before this there had been pain. Panic. Violence. I had killed people to break out of the prison I had been placed in. I had been fighting to get back to the person whose heartbeat I felt inside my chest.
I felt it still, a faint, distant rhythm that laid close to my heart.
Altan, a person whose countenance shone like golden sunlight.
It was hard to keep his image in my mind in this pervasive darkness. It was like this place was meant for me to forget all and let go, let myself slip into dreamlessness.
But then I heard his voice. He was calling for me. He needed me.
And I needed him.
I loved him.
And I would love him completely if I could find my way back to him.
I saw the man who had been tormenting us, the father of my raebukan.
He was hurting him.
And I would not see my beloved hurt ever again. Not by the one who was supposed to love him most.
I remembered killing him. I remembered my heart breaking along with my body and the last I remember is collapsing to the ground next to the one I loved, finally safe, finally able to rest.
When I opened my eyes, I did not know where I was. The room was filled with bright, light that streamed in from windows behind me. The bed I was in - a bed that fit me, no less - was plush and sturdy beneath my weight. It was probably the most comfortable sleeping arrangement I had ever had in my life. Though, mere moments after awakening, I recognized the unsettled heat in the pit of my stomach and the pain of the wounds patterned across my body.
I tried to raise my head, and was welcome with points all across my body that reacted in a variety of ways, all of them protesting. I groaned before letting my head fall back and instead staring up at the ceiling.
I heard a gasp at my feet and suddenly when I turned, there was my raebukan, golden eyes looking at me with concern, and love, and overjoy. There were shadows under his eyes and his smile was weary. And yet, he was here. Real. I could touch him, feel the warmth of his skin. He rushed to the side of the bed, and without much grace collapsed upon the ground next to me, his hand was suddenly in mine. The heat of his breath tickled my skin as he gripped my arm, running his hand over me. He observed me carefully, his eyes checking over me. I could hear him talking, chattering on about something, but my mind was lost in his visage.
“Altan.” I breathed, my lips were chapped and dry, and my voice was unsteady. I swallowed thickly.
His ramblings faltered and he locked eyes with me, “Sorry, I got carried away. How are you feeling?” He asked.
My eyes strayed to the bruises that painted his neck. I reached a hand out, my fingers dancing lightly across the delicate skin. Altan’s eyes fluttered closed and his breath hitched. “It’s fine,” he said, “it will heal.”
I hummed sadly, the sound reverberated in my chest.
His lips twitched into a smile at the sound.
“How are you feeling?” He repeated the question, and grabbed my hand at his neck, holding it between both of his.
“Like I was tortured for weeks.” I responded, a huff of a laugh escaped and I winced as it sprouted more pain points.
“Careful.” He said, his eyes warmed with concern and he leaned in closer. “It isn’t funny, Drun.”
Drun. Gods, how I had missed hearing Altan call me that. How I had missed him.
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“A cottage somewhere remote. It belongs to Gaius and Del.”
“Del?” I asked.
“Oh, right. That’s Gaius Gideon’s wife. She’s a half-orc, actually!” He said. “She’s been the one treating your wounds.”
“How long have I been out?”
“About three days.” He said.
“You haven’t slept.” I said.
“How could I?” He asked, his voice rising. “At one point Del didn’t think she could wake you up. We thought you had died. I couldn’t leave your side, not after I left you the last time. Even if you couldn’t hear me, I needed you to know that you weren’t alone.”
“I wasn’t.” I said. “You were there, you were always there. And now you should get some rest.”
He shook his head, “That will come later, I should probably get Del to check on you.”
He stood up to go and I thought my heart would be wrenched from my chest. My hand lifted and snatched his wrist just in time, the muscles in my arm and up my shoulder reacted with soreness and pain, but I didn’t let go. “Don’t go.” I breathed out.
He turned and looked at me, and my chest warmed at the sight of him again.
He sighed, a smile forming, “I should at least get you some water, it’s just right here on the table.”
I submitted and let go of his hand.
I heard the clinking of glass just behind me and then he was back in my sight, golden and radiant and beautiful as summer’s morning and he leaned close to me and helped me to swallow down the cool water. It was a balm to my throat, which I hadn’t even realized how sore and raw it was. But the greater balm was the nearness of Altan to me. His hands were gentle - I had forgotten how soft his skin felt - and even though he was weary, managed a warm smile as he pulled back.
My attention kept returning to the bruises on his neck, and the way they stuck out against his skin. Though I may have been the only to nearly die, I also bore witness to Altan’s own sacrifice in this. To bear the wounds inflicted by family…I couldn’t imagine such a burden. We were lucky to be here, together, alive and mainly well. There had been a time in that prison where I was certain I would not get this chance, and I lost myself the moment I had.
“I…I have to tell you something before I am robbed of any more time from you.” I said, my chest pounded loudly in my chest. I was certain Altan could hear it, if not, feel it.
He seemed to have a knowing smile, like he had already read the contents of my heart, “Tell me, Drun.”
“I love you.” I said, “And I’m sorry for taking so long to figure that out.”
“Oh Drun, there was never a need for words. I know.” His voice fell like a sigh, a song and he let out a small laugh. He ran a hand across my forehead and down the side of my face, brushing back stray hairs. He then leaned down and kissed my forehead, I stopped breathing. Until I suddenly remembered that Altan smelled like summer fields and cinnamon. Like the warmth of all things good and I breathed it all in deeply, it gave me courage to continue.
“There’s more I must say.” My voice wavered, knowing this would be the harder part to say.
He pulled back and sat himself at the edge of the bed, taking a hold of my hand, “What is it?”
“What I did - who I was - in the dungeons, I am haunted by that version of me.” I said, “Apologies and forgiveness will not be enough for killing as needlessly as I did. Your father, though I hate him, was murdered by my hand and I carry the responsibility and the blame for what I did.”
“You don’t need to apologize for-”
“I do.” I pressed. “I killed with rage, and that is not something I was taught to do. Orcs possess great strength, and we are taught control at a young age so that we do not allow our emotions to control our strength. I…lost control, and I cannot blame you or anyone else if such actions must face their due consequences.”
“Nonsense, Drun, there won’t be any consequences for this.”
“There might be, actually.” Gaius Gideon’s voice was easily recognizable, that same deepness and grim exactness to his words. Our eyes turned to the end of the room, past the foot of the bed where Gaius Gideon had soundlessly entered the room. His arm was in a sling and there was a bandage over one ear, but he appeared alert and as strong as I remembered him. “You did, in fact, kill the Archduke of Berdusk. And though he is a criminal whose crimes will eventually be known, the people will want justice for such an act. The opportunity for proper justice is gone, and somebody will need to take the blame.”
Altan rose to his feet, standing between myself and the Commander like a shield. “You won’t actually make him, not after everything we’ve been through?” The question remained unanswered as the Commander’s gaze locked onto me. I had believed that he and I had understood one another better than most, and in that moment I understood that he had no intention of letting my identity be known, but it would come at a cost.
I gave a grave nod, “Altan, it will be alright.” I said, and I reached for him. He moved towards me, his hand brushed mine and he looked down, I saw fear and anxiety in his eyes. “Whatever will happen, we face together.”
“You two are adept at complicating matters in unprecedented ways.” Gideon said, stepping forward. “We will deal with the matters of the Duke’s death in time. Meanwhile, you both need to recover and rest. The other matters will work themselves out.”
“When must we leave here?” I asked.
“Within the next three days would be for the best, the Council will need to know what’s happened.”
“What will you tell them?”
He didn’t answer immediately, but said with finality when he eventually spoke, “The truth as I can best manage it.” He took a breath, one that I recognized as someone ending a conversation, then said finally, “You two get some rest, we’ll discuss this more later.”
Commander Gideon left us in quiet. I looked to my left and noticed another bed was set up with bed linens.
“Is that where you sleep?” I asked, gesturing to the bed.
Altan followed where I gestured, “Yes, though I haven’t slept much in it. I preferred sleeping as near to you as I could. It’s funny, during these last few days, I haven’t even thought about lordhovid or noticed the symptoms. It’s like being near you and with you recovering has helped control those urges.”
“Even now?” I asked.
He shook his head, “No, I’m afraid it’s coming back.”
I nodded, the symptoms of the orcish lust had been present the moment I awoke, but I was insistent on ignoring them.
“It’s alright, though! We can manage it this time! Del has this tea that really does wonders, though I am beginning to loathe even the idea of tea.”
Warmth entered my heart, how I had missed him and his constant chatter. Hearing his voice put me at ease and I hummed and relaxed deeper into the bed. I was safe, all was well, Altan was here with me. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes for a moment.
“Are you in pain?” He asked suddenly.
I shook my head, just slightly. “No, love. I’m only just realizing how much I enjoy your company.”
He seemed caught off guard by that and his eyes softened and then became wet with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.” He breathed out. “
“And I you, nod maerad.” I then yawned, the exhaustion already taking hold. “Will you sit by me?” I patted the empty space next to me.
My eyes were closed, but I felt the mattress redistribute as Altan sidled next to me. He scooted closer until I felt his lithe form gently enfold itself around me. I opened my arms to meet him. It wasn’t entirely painless and we moved around each other like we were fragile, but before I realized it, he was in my arms falling asleep while I laid back into my pillows and allowed the birdsong to lull me back into the darkness, although this time, it would be different..
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