After a series of unfortunate events took place in the family's life, one person has been ripped away from them. Now it is Jay's mission to find his husband whom he hurt so much.
Will he manage to find Notch again? Or is he forever lost to the unfo...
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Ever since Henory brought me back, things have... Quieted down quite a lot. He started to only talk to me if he had absolutely no other choice, and even then it was only out of reluctance. The other times he was wandering around his home, pretty silent and thoughtful. I really was considering to ask him what was wrong, but considering he hasn't answered any of my other questions this is kind of pointless. But things did grow really lonely since I had no one to talk to. Playing around with the rope around my neck, I watched through the window as he stepped outside and stretched. Weird... He looks more ruffled than usual. Henory was a person that enjoyed looking rather decent. There never was a wrinkle in his coat, nor was there even just a bit of dirt anywhere on him. His hair was always done in a way so his white hair was on his white side and the black hair on the black side, not a single bit was allowed to be out of place. And yet... Today that wasn't the case. He looked awful, almost sick even. Henory seemed tired and moved almost sluggishly. I felt sorry for him. Since our talk at the exit he felt... Different. As if that had triggered something in him. I sighed before jumping as something roared above me. Not like an engine like on a plane, or like a manticore. It was significantly louder and more frightening. I hid behind the wall beneath the window and looked out nervously. A massive dragon flew by over the roof of the castle, roaring loudly. That black beast with the white belly and red glowing eyes kind of reminded me of someone, I couldn't put my finger on who owned it tho. The dragon landed rather roughly next to Henory, the white thorns on its spine and the black wings slightly illuminated by the surroundings. Henory didn't really flinch back, he eyed the dragon before walking over and raising his hand. The snout of the dragon nudged Henory's hand gently and he smiled, petting it. "Calm, Riota.", he calmly said, not seeming scared of that massive dragon in front of him. I kept watching, seriously wondering what he was planning with Riota. She, at least I assumed it was a girl, nudged Henory and puffed out a cloud of black smoke, nearly covering the reaper in it. He waved it away from his face and went to her side, patting it. "Try to be a bit more cooperative this time, alright, Riota?", he asked her loudly. Riota puffed out more smoke and her tail tip started waving. Henory didn't see it when he got really close, and my scream was a moment too late. As soon as the reaper was close enough to the dragon, she smacked him full force with her tail, sending him into the wall of the castle. I screeched and rushed out of my room to him as quickly as I could and tried to help him. Henory was knocked out cold and judging by the amount of blood on the wall behind him badly injured. Riota growled loudly and was about to attack when a loud crack above us made her pause. She seemed hesitant for a bit before roaring in anger and flying off into the void. I let out a shaky breath and looked up to see what cracked like that. Turns out her growl managed to break a window. Honestly a bit relieved I turned my attention back to Henory. He was still unmoving and that worried me. His left wing had a weird bend in it and didn't look good, there was blood running from the back of his head and a long cut on his left leg. Helplessly I pulled his cloak tighter around him and attempted to pick him up. That however was impossible while I'm a ghost. It's not that he fades through me, it's just that I didn't have any legs and thus no support to help me up. I whined slightly and looked around for anything that could help me. There were wooden planks inside the castle and probably some rope, I could try to pull him in like that. Sighing, I got up and went inside to get them. They were luckily easy to find and the perfect size for my uses. So I went back outside, carefully rolling his limp body onto the wood before attaching the rope to the plank and pulled him inside. Luckily this was so much easier, so I was able to get him inside and to his room, roughly knowing where it was. I tried to push the door open, unsuccessfully. Letting out a loud, frustrated groan I looked for a key. There was one hanging from a necklace around his neck, so I carefully took it off and unlocked his room, pushing the door open. His room was... Not exactly the best place for a hurt guy. There was blood splattered all over the floor, razor blades were lying around on a nearby table and the room was really dark, even the light bulb was broken. I frowned softly and glanced at Henory, worried now. Please don't tell me he's going the same way as me and this is why he looks like shit... Pulling him in after pulling open the blinds inside the room, I somehow got him onto the bed and bandaged him up with the equipment I could find. He kept his med kits pretty hidden and most likely forgot to tell me where they were, but he had bandages lying in a drawer of his bedside table. With a few thinner wooden planks I fixed his wing, then bandaged up his remaining wounds. Henory didn't notice a thing so during the wait for him to wake up I started more or less subconsciously cleaning up his room, replacing the light bulbs on the ceiling and his bedside table and removing the razor blades and all of the blood. Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, I was hesitant upon checking on if I was right with my assumption that he was cutting. But if that was the case I couldn't just leave that be, right...? And I had to take off his coat anyway since it most likely was uncomfortable. With a heavy sigh I went over to him and carefully started removing his coat. It was pretty thick, most likely to keep him warm. And to hide the amount of dried blood and cuts I found beneath the fabric. Scars covered his arms up to his shoulders, some really old, some fresh and new. I could see the flesh quite clearly through the cuts, making mine look relatively alright in comparison. I bit my lip and got to bandaging them up, using a damp cloth to remove the dried blood. The scars looked... odd- Some where definitely from cuts or battle wounds, and some were burn wounds. But... There was also a number carved into one of his arms that he attempted to scratch out with a knife, as well as scars that would show up after many years in captivity. Broad scars along his wrists, the skin pretty thin and pink there. Not really caring anymore I checked his ankles, finding the same chain marks there. They seemed relatively fresh, like he got out only a few months ago. I searched more. There was a scar like that around his neck too, even tho he covered that up with make up powder so it wasn't too obvious. There was also one around his chest and belly, multiple more on his shoulders and legs. By now I was so lost in my shock that I didn't even notice that Henory was closely watching me, without ever stepping in. He merely watched until I went back up and was met by his eyes staring into mine. My body froze and I gulped, about to say something. But all he did was pull me down into a tight hug, hiding in my shoulders. A bit helpless I stayed still before softly petting his head. I really needed Hero here, asap. He had to know what was going on, and I dearly hoped he'd knew how to help or at least get help for us. "I won't let you stay here, Henory. Not when you're in this state. I'm going to get you out with me, no matter what." Henory only sniffed.
