The Lev n Fax Saga

Part Eleven

Everything had moved quickly, and Lev was still reeling from it all. At this point Lev just wanted a break. Maybe that was why he wasn't protesting how Fax and Silas had squished him between them both. Not that he really wanted to complain. Silas kept rubbing Lev's arm, and if there was lingering tension between Silas and Fax, they weren't saying anything about it. Which was nice, because Lev kept bursting into tears every time he thought he'd calmed down.

Deryn, the angel with the hound, had said something about trauma. Silas and Fax had been kind enough to not point out Lev cried over everything. And they certainly were being patient now, especially with how Lev kept switching between who he leaned against. He couldn't help it. He needed Fax, but, hell below, he'd missed Silas. He hadn't realized how much, and something eased inside of him now that both of them were here.

Fax shifted, just enough that Lev pressed his face into the demons shoulder. Sorin taking off before they could explain the witch was just fine was undoubtedly eating at Fax. The utter look of heartbreak- Lev knew intimately that gut wrenching feeling of losing a loved one, many times over, and no one deserved it. They were lucky Deryn was here to take care of everything; she'd had Fax pull the witch to the bedroom so she could heal what damage Silas had caused when Silas had snapped. Lev hadn't seen much, other than a dark bruise already forming across Cyrus' collarbone, and likely further down under his shirt. Everything had moved so very quickly and with so much going on, no one really understood what had happened until it was all over and the door had slammed behind Sorin.

Deryn reappeared in the doorway, frowning at them. "He should be fine. The witch. There's no lasting damage, other than exhaustion, but I can't do anything about that. Make sure he sleeps this off, and don't let him get up before he's ready." The hound settled obediently at her side, ears pricked, though it leaned into her touch when she ran a hand absently over it's head. "Why aren't you healing, Levant?"

For such a small angel, Deryn had a commanding presence when she was busy like this, and Lev found himself floundering for an answer. Fax squeezed his hand, and admitted, "No magic left for healing. And it's not one of my gifts. Cyrus, the witch, was too low on magic to anything either."

Silas opened his mouth, and Lev could see the anger sparking, but Deryn cut in. "And you're out of power too, then, Silas?"

Silas snapped his mouth shut, ducking his chin. Cold wound itself up Lev's arm where Silas was still rubbing it, chasing down each and every ache and bruise and slash. Lev couldn't help the shuddering sigh of relief. That was better.

Fax pressed his nose to Lev's ear, a constant pressure that comforted Lev, at least until Silas reached to pull back the bandages that Fax had never finished reapplying to Lev's chest. He pressed his fingers to the letters still there.

"You never explained what happened," Silas said, brows furrowing and voice rough. Even Fax recognized the rising anger in his voice.

"You never gave us a chance," Lev pointed out. He tried for a laugh when Silas flicked him a look, but it came out weak. "Well you didn't, Silas." His heartbeat quickened, though, and he squeezed Fax's hand hard.

"My cousin was angry with me. He waited until I was gone to-" Fax's voice wobbled, and he buried his face in Lev's shoulder rather than go on.

"Wasn't your fault," Lev promised, and then winced at Silas' expression. "It wasn't, Silas. He can't be at my side constantly, and... It's no different than the angels in heaven. You weren't able to stop every one then, either. And that wasn't any more your fault than this is Fax's." He took an unsteady breath as Silas traced over the quickly fading letters. There had been enough crying today, and he refused to start up again, even if he could hear the taunts in the back of his head still. Even... even if-