#samir.

The little green monster named ‘jealousy’ had made itself comfortable on Samir's shoulder. Copper-colored eyes focused on the person who dared to undress Lestat with their gaze. It wasn't just a quick glance; it was almost a mating ritual. Samir's fingertips tingled with the desire to curse this impudent piece of shit. A vein in his temple stood out and turned deep black for a few seconds. It was certain that if it wasn’t for Lestat’s assuring and calming voice, Samir would’ve forgotten himself here and now. There were reasons why his former witch cursed him, and rage was only one of these.

Reluctantly, the familiar tore his gaze away from his enemy number one to look at the only handsome face he cared about. He leaned against those gentle, yet deadly fingers of the blonde god of a vampire, and exhaled softly. Samir lifted both of his hands and rested his palms on Lestat’s waist.

“Are you sure I shouldn’t curse them or make their eyeballs pop for looking at you like you’re some piece of meat? No?” Samir’s voice almost sounded innocent despite the cruelty in his words. And yet, the kiss to his cheek eased his raging mind. It even brought a tiny smile to his lips. At the same time, his grasp on Lestat’s waist tightened a little bit. The familiar craned his neck a little bit and tilted his head to the side, just enough that he could steal a tiny peck from Lestat’s lips.

The household was full of magical creatures. Samir has felt that from the start, especially the witch in the household, set off all of his alarms. But his little 14-inch long fox body had been too exhausted to run away again. This was why he avoided turning into his animal form, he wasn’t bigger than a rabbit and not much stronger despite the sharp teeth.

When they passed the witch and the human, Samir heard the spell, but he didn’t dare to turn into his human form for a while. Mainly, because he didn’t want to choke himself on the collar – until now.

He tilted his head to the side as he watched the wet, half-naked man coming from the bathroom before Samir had time to shift back into the rabbit-sized fur ball. Samir’s gaze followed a few water droplets as they fell from the tips of Xander’s hair down to his chest.

A soft, almost mischievous smirk tugged the corners of his lips up. “Well, yeah I am, I know that’s unfortunate. My magic is a little limited. I apologize, Xander. But I’m certain I have nothing you don’t have from what I see~.” Which meant, he couldn’t bond to a witch, so he couldn’t profit from their magic. So his clothes weren’t part of the transformation.

Everything hurt. There was so much pain. Samir drifted in and out of consciousness. From very far away, he heard the blasting and the dull thumping of the music. Stay focused, he tried to tell himself, but it was getting harder with each second. The pain was too much, he felt exhausted, and all he wanted was sleep. Samir closed his eyes, his body fell a bit to the side until he heard a familiar voice. It was there out of a sudden. A voice calling him and calling him sweet names: Lestat. Samir wanted to open his eyes, but his body was too tired. From far away, he heard those magical three words. I love you. Did Lestat really say that? Or was it just his imagination?

Again, he drifted out of consciousness. Samir didn't know how long he was gone, but when he managed to open his eyes again, he was in Lestat's arms, seemingly being carried inside.

Next thing he heard was the demand not to die. “W--won't.” the Familiar somehow managed to say even though his voice sounded weak and almost inaudible. Again, his mind drifted off, and once he opened his eyes again, he was in his office on the velvet couch. Samir's head fell to the side. His sight was blurry, but he could figure out those gray-violet eyes. Samir's hand blindly tried to reach for Lestat's. He blinked a few times until his sight became a bit better.

To say that Samir worried upon reading the messages was an understatement. Separation anxiety. Those two words already made all the alarm bells ring in his head, and when he saw that Lestat cancelled his gigs and booked a flight, Samir knew that things had gotten serious.

[text: husband] You won’t hear such a thing from me. I’ll be at the airport and pick you up, mon amour. Please hold on for a little longer. I am with you.

An hour later, Samir received a snap on messenger. Samir had busied himself cleaning their home up properly and preparing everything for Lestat’s arrival. He put out Lestat’s favorite comfortable clothes and fluffy socks. He put the heating blanket out, everything to make it cozy for Lestat the minute he entered their home again. But seeing the snap made Samir press his lips together. How upset his husband looked, it broke his heart. Samir snapped a picture of the fluffy, comfortable socks he put out for Lestat, which rested on the heating blanket.

[text: husband] Not long anymore, mon amour. See? I already put your favourite fluffy socks out, and your favourite comfy clothes are waiting for you as well. I’ll warm them up a little before I pick you up. And then we will cuddle and kiss the entire night. I love you so much. Hold on a little longer for me, yes?

Copper-colored eyes observed his rescuer’s face for a bit, then he looked at the bag of toiletries on the ground. Some of the stuff from inside the bag has splattered all over the ground. What a pity. The naked familiar turned his entire body to Rai, smiling in a non-confrontational manner.

“Don’t be scared. I’m Samir…well I think you called me Davi. I liked that name by the way.”

His delicate right hand lifted, and his index finger pointed at the bag. Magically, the stuff on the ground moved back into the bag before the full bag lifted itself off the ground magically. Slowly, it flew over the ground and came to rest safely on top of the bed. Samir knew that it must be a little much for the poor human.