#perfect bf

Mael Archevauliere || It was just when he was tracking. Gently shifting your weight so you don't put too much pressure on a certain point in your feet so the branches don't creak under you. In that case, however, it was a wooden floor. He moved along the beds until he found the right one. He squinted his eyes in the dim light. Aaaaaaah. He could feel his breath getting deeper, more anxious. He was there. He could see just his back as he was coming from behind. He crept closer, and closer and closer, now into the light. He extended an arm, quickly snatching the elezen, bringing him to his chest. One hand on his lips, the other across his throat. “Don't scream.” (Gentle whisper in his ear.) “Don't scream. Don't scream. I was hoping you were asleep. But you're not. Don't scream. I won't hurt you. I just want to talk.”

Miahtoux Daphenier was about to shout as the Mael pounced him. The book clattered of the side as he attempted to pull the hyur’s hands off him. It was a futile attempt. He wasn’t very strong as it was, and blood loss has never help with improving one’s strength. In fact, there were thick bandages round his arms. Wasn’t Papani a healer? No… these weren’t bandages. There was something else as well, something covering the usual red glow. He pulled again, struggling to breath.

Mael Archevauliere: “You won't scream if I let you go?” (He tightened up his grip.) “You promise?”

Miahtoux Daphenier didn’t give much of an indication on way or another. He just kept trying to push Mael off him.

Mael Archevauliere: “Promise. Promise.” (Begging.) “Do it? Please?”

Miahtoux Daphenier met his eyes finally. He still had a weak grip on Mael’s wrists, but eventually he gave a very slight nod.

Mael Archevauliere: “You better keep your word.” Slowly, he let him go. His eyes. They were burning so brightly tonight. Just like two stars. Two stars radiating with all the coldness and the nothingness of the Abyss. “Euamoix told me you tried to kill yourself.” (A moment. How icy his irises were, they changed, now aflame with an undying passion, a mad love knowing no bounds. He threw himself at him, forcing him into a hug.) “Don't leave me, don, t leave me, don't leave me! Please forgive me! Don't hate me! Miah! Miah! I need you! Love me! Love me like you always did! If you are to kill yourself, at least bring me with you. Don't do this. Don't do this. Don't do this on your own. Let's die together.”

Miahtoux Daphenier returned the embrace, but weakly. There was no energy in that hug, and he wasn’t looking at Mael. “Is that what you came to tell me?” His voice was very quiet, and not a little hoarse. “That you want me to… love you… like I always did…?” He rested back against the headboard, even in the dim light, he was clearly even paler than ever before, faint bruises still visible around his neck. “He was telling the truth, I did try…” Mael Archevauliere: “Why.” (From soft and loving, he was now harsh and judgmental.) “Why? You said you will be forever for me! Don't you care?” (He shoved him around the bed. Brutal. Cruel.) “You wanted to leave me all alone!”

Miahtoux Daphenier slipped on the edge of the bed, ending up on the floor. Slowly he managed to pull himself up and sit against the divider. “You wanted to be alone… why else… would you…” He put a hand to his neck before turning and curling up against the wooden partition, his cheek resting on the oak. “What does my love… even mean to you Mael…? I don’t… I don’t understand… and now… I can’t feel anything… and I don’t know why…”

Mael Archevauliere: “I never wanted to be all alone!” He yelled. Oops. It wasn't a smart thing to do. He couldn't help it. He had to scream. “Your love... Your love!” (He crawled out from the bed, dragging himself on the floor.) “It's everything. It's the end. The beginning. You love me for what I am. You love me forever. This is what you said. You have to love me. You have to. I can't... If you don't love me, I don't want to do anything. I don't want to eat. I don't want to breathe. I don't want to live.You have to love me. I need it. Don't you see?” Miahtoux Daphenier tried to push himself further back into the corner. But his back hit the nightstand. “Please… don’t… you shouldn’t live just for one person… please…” Somewhere a light flicked on, there was movement somewhere else in the infirmary as well. People had obviously heard Mael shouting. “Please…” Miah was shaking, like he was trying to pull on something that wasn’t coming. “Please…” It sounded tearful, frustrated, scared…

Miahtoux Daphenier || There was the sound of a door opening somewhere, a light creeping closer. Miah had his knees drawn up now, still shaking. “Please… I… I do… I don’t know… I do… I’m so confused… I can’t… see. Can’t… breath… help…” A strange feeling in the air, like a spot were something should be but wasn’t, all around the Elezen. Still the light got closer, and the shuffling somewhere else continued.

Mael Archevauliere tensed up. He knew He didn't have much time. “I live for you and you live for me.” He sprang on Miah, pinning him on the ground. A furtive, quick kiss on his lips before he let him go. “It's happiness.” Just like a thief, he came, just like a thief he left. He quietly scuttled away, using shadows as cover to exit the infirmary.

Miahtoux Daphenier just kept shaking, When Mael released him he curled back up on his side. Just as Mael left, Papani pulled open the curtain, behind her, Vidal. He had one arm still in a sling, the rest of his chest covered in bandages. The lalafell knelt down on the floor. “Miah? Miah are you okay?” Vidal scanned the little cubical. “Someone’s been here… I reckon we both probably know who… is he okay?” Papani nodded, “Yes… at least I think so… this isn’t my field… really…”