Random Astor Nonsense (AoC)

*Short* Savior

Why? Why? Why did you do it? That was all Astor could ask himself as he sat in front of you, surrounded by the chaos he had caused. His skin burned, inky black wounds covering his flesh and boiling his blood. He was lost, confused, and helpless. What was he supposed to do as he looked into your eyes? You had been his enemy, the person he swore to kill, and yet here you were, saving him. Tears streamed down his face, a mix of pain and emotion he didn't understand. He was terrified. "W-why?" He choked out, scooting away from you as he began to tremble. You looked at him with sorrow written on your face, not even knowing why you did it.

"I... I couldn't have just let you die." You said, tears welling up in your eyes at the sight of him like this. The way he looked at you... Was he really that lost to madness that he didn't remember you, his best friend from all those years back? "Do you not remember me?" You asked, hesitantly stepping forward. He flinched, closing his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to look at you. Not after what he had done. You were perfect, so pure... like an angel. And he, well, just look at him. He didn't deserve your kindness in his eyes. He was a failure, a fool. He hurt you when he ran away, and only made that pain worse when he had shown himself again, not as your friend, but as your enemy.

But even after all of it, you still saved him. And he couldn't wrap his head around why. You should hate him. Why didn't you hate him? You came closer to him, carefully kneeling next to him once you were close enough. You examined his wounds, sucking in a breath at how painful they looked. "Just leave me..." He muttered, turning his head away from you. You stretched out your hands, conjuring up a healing spell to try and lessen the malice's effects. But instead, Astor only cried out in agony, the healing being painful as the malice fought to continue devouring his flesh. But it seemed to be helping him, even if it was causing him pain, so you kept going.

Eventually Astor passed out from the grueling process, and you decided to carry him off, taking him as far away as you could before you had to set up camp and rest. You laid him down in your sleeping roll, looking at his peaceful features as he slept. No matter what, he always seemed to be extremely handsome to you. And his voice, lord his voice, it was perfect... If only he knew how much you loved him. You gave his forehead a soft kiss, then laid down next to him, falling asleep rather quickly as you were exhausted.

When you woke, you had two thin arms around you, and a face pressed into the back of your neck. You froze, not knowing how to react to waking up with him like this. Did he do this in his sleep? Was it on purpose? You didn't know. All you could do was sit there and enjoy this until he woke up. And when he woke, he practically had a heart attack at how close he was to you. Never in his life had he ever imagined he'd actually wake up like this. His face was on fire, and his heart was racing. You could feel it against your back, and with a little chuckle, you turned to face him, smiling happily. "Goodmorning, Astor."

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Yeah, so this was something i wrote without a clear idea. i dont really like it but i figured its better to get something on here sooner rather than later, so here we are. hope you can enjoy this :)