#sable ovesen

The pain of the spear that pierced her skin, deeply embedded in her intestines. Jeckia always hated pain, never liked fighting, ever. What costs did she not take to prevent any pain to her or her people? She had lost count at this point.

Jeckia took a pained breath, looking at the perpetrator with a flurry of emotions. With each second, pain increased, the stinging a reminder of what happened. Sable looks over her, closer than while actively attacking. Freezing in complete horror at the sight, Sable has seen those eyes, long ago.

“Jeckia?”

Her voice quivered, hands that so desperately held that spear now sweaty and loose.

“Sable?” Jeckia stuttered out, the blood beginning to travel to her throat. “Oh my god..” Sable let go of the weapon, moving one hand to carefully cup the cheek of her beloved. Like handling the most fragile snowflake, the most delicate glasswork. Sables other hand moves to Jeckia's chest.

“I’m sorry! I-I’m so sorry, please!” Sable begged in a burst of regret, tears pricking her eyes. Jeckia sighed, an attempt of an exhale more than a real sigh. “No doctor could tend to this, I taught you well, huh?” Jeckia let a half laugh, half scoff, out of her suddenly tired lips. She felt colder, like someone put snow around her.

The sensation of her blood seeping into the ground was one she noted mindlessly. Though, those emotions blurred into a form of content-ness and love, even with the pain.

“I would never use our quality time against you, my love.” Sable meant that with her entire soul, she’d rather die than ever use what she learned with Jeckia against anyone, especially against her lover. She gently moves between the legs of Jeckia, laying herself on the lap of the other.

“Darling..” Sable whispered. Her cheeks wet with tears. Their hands move to Jeckia's waist.”Oh, my dearest pup..” Jeckia then whined, looking at the area around her. Sable then moved to make eye contact with Jeckia. “I love you, I love you so much.” Sable mumbled to the other. The blood soaking Jeckia’s clothes now in the back of her mind, much more focused on the one on top of her. “Sable.. I.. It’s a bit cold. Don't leave me.”

Jeckia just let out another breath, she could feel her heart echoing in agony. Every beat a new wave of pain to follow. Sable adjusts to Jeckias gaze, still crying mindlessly. “You’re going to die, I- you..” She breathed out. cupping her lover again, she pulled Jeckia into a kiss, one full of passion and sadness. Jeckia weakly accepted, joining her dearest. Sable advances, her tongue licking over the lips of her love, asking for entry. Jeckia couldn’t resist her Sable even if she tried, a shaky attempt to dominate the others tongue. Sable allows the dominance, once Jeckia was too weak, Sable took over, staying as gentle as could be. Jeckia then broke the kiss after some moments.

“Please, forgive me my dearest Jeckia.” Jeckia weakly smiled at Sables words, after all, she can only focus on Sable, not the guards raiding her castle, killing her guards, or destroying the paintings on the walls. Jeckia then pulled Sable into another kiss, her grip weak, but intent strong. The paw’d hand letting go as Sable accepted with eagerness, Jeckia felt death coming, and wanted to go out in a way she wanted. The way she wanted since starting to date Sable. Kissing and loving her dearest Sable.

She gave a small squeeze of Sable’s hand, before letting it hit the ground. Feeling the end arising her. The last thing she could hear as she let the kiss fall and her vision blur away was Sable. Just how she wanted.

But instead of love, and comfort as intended? She heard the heartbroken sobs escaping her darling.

Her Seal.

Her Sable.