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The Ghost of the Memories - Treebark (Hurt/Comfort) - 3L

Hi, so I may or may not have decided to watch Ren's 3rd Life and I promise you I am not exaggerating when I say I will never be the same

(I'm so sorry to all of the people who are waiting on requests! I'll try and finish them up as soon as possible - but I am an unhealthy amount of obsessed with these two now so I might be stuck writing Treebark oneshots forever)

Warnings: Axe, execution, death (not at all graphic), kind of like a minor panic attack? Like, a tiny one.

Word Count: 702

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Ren's breathing mixed with his own, ringing in his ears. Ren's was calm, though, regular, even. Whilst Martyn's was shallow and ragged.

He felt like he could have been drowning as he gasped for air, his heart thundering in his chest.

His hands were sweaty as he tightened his grip on the axe. He traced his thumb over the messily carved letters inscribed in the wood.

Red Winter is coming.

He glanced at Ren before forcing himself to look away again.

The sight made him sick.

The way Ren was kneeled on the cold stone of the Black Heart Altar, his head hung over a wooden stump, ready for...

Martyn swallowed.

But this was what Ren wanted, right?

The blonde inhaled deeply, and it took every ounce of strength he had in him to not choke on the silence.

Quit stalling, the voice in his head told him.

He began to raise the axe.

It was really quite a struggle. His arms felt weak.

He held it above his head.

He felt sick.

He didn't know how long he held it there for. It felt like a lifetime, though it was likely only a mere few seconds.

The whole world went still.

Then he brought it down.

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[Renthedog was slain by inthelittlewood using (Red Winter is coming)]

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He sat bolt upright, gasping for air.

As he registered his surroundings, he allowed his breathing to slow.

He covered his face with his hands and let out a frustrated groan as he leaned back against the stone wall.

"Martyn?"

The blonde snapped his head around. Ren was half sitting up in the scruffy makeshift bed they had managed to scrape together the day before. They had only had enough materials for one bed, so Martyn had offered to sleep on the floor.

"My Lord, I apologize greatly, I didn't mean to wake you-"

"Were you dreaming about the execution again?"

Martyn was silent.

"Martyn?"

"...Yeah."

Ren sat fully up, and began to stand. "Hey, why don't we swap for the rest of the night? I can sleep on the floor."

"No, no, My Lord, I couldn't possibly do that to you!"

"I insist, Martyn,"

"No, a king should never be made to sleep on the ground! Thank you for your kindness, Lord, but I couldn't."

"Then join me."

Martyn hesitated.

"That's an order."

The blonde slowly climbed in beside the other, and stiffened as Ren wrapped his arms around him, but soon softened and returned the embrace.

He could feel Ren's heartbeat, small but quick. The heart of someone who was on their last life. And I took one of them.

"Stop thinking about it."

Martyn was startled out of his thoughts.

"I know it's a difficult memory for you, I do, but you've got to realise that that's in the past now. You were proving your loyalty to me, weren't you?"

Ren gently cupped the blonde's cheek with his hand.

"And you've done that more than I ever could have wanted. This is a world where we don't have long to live, a world where we're waiting for our demise to come to us. While, yes, that's pretty messed up, it means we have to enjoy ourselves while we're here.

"There's no use dwelling on the past, because life is passing us by every second we spend wallowing in our regrets. So we have to make the most of it.

"Take me, for example. I'm an idiot, Martyn! I've messed up more times than I can count! But that doesn't matter to me,"

He guided Martyn's face to look into his glowing multicoloured eyes.

"Because I'm here with you."

Martyn studied his smiling face, and tears began to prick at his eyelids. He pulled Ren into his chest in a hug.

"Thank you, my lord."

"Call me Ren."

The blonde smiled into the top of the wolf-hybrid's head.

"Thank you, Ren."

Martyn slept well that night, for the first time in a long time, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic breathing of the body in his arms.

And it was true, fate would soon throw the king and his hand into a world of chaos.

But at least they had each other.

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Please tell me I can't be the only one as obsessed with them as I am.

-Lavendar <3

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