The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

Myghal

 Summer was coming to an end. The air had been hot and heavy for several days. The storm promised but did not break. Griffin found Misery on the roof, as he had become accustomed to do, to escape the tense atmosphere at HQ. He sighed as he looked at the Cerberus' back. He knew that Misery was aware of his presence but he didn't move. Griffin didn't know how to handle the Cerberus anymore. He knew he was loved but also unconsciously repulsed. Misery wouldn't let anyone get too close. Since Gwen's extraction, their relationship had evolved but even when they slept together, whether it was him or Misery, something was missing... well, someone. Gwen was leaving a gaping hole between them. Thankfully the bond between the three of them was there, tenuous but there otherwise Griffin didn't know if he could have kept Misery mentally stable. He could feel it through the bond. The Cerberus had reached the limit of what he could handle. He didn't know what to do. Griffin sighed and stepped forward. He touched the Cerberus' shoulder. The latter was staring blankly ahead.

— I'll do it. Tonight.

Griffin pressed his lips together.

— Are you sure?

Misery stood up and looked down at him from his full height. They were approximately the same size, but even though Misery was a few inches shorter, he was looking down at Griffin... and Griffin felt tiny. Griffin tried to argue.

— We don't know what's going to happen when you go to the other side. Where will you be? Or if it will be dangerous or deadly... and if you die on the other side? What if you don't find it? What if space—time is...

— Shut up! Don't you think I know all this?

Griffin's voice became pleading.

— There are only three weeks left before the Equinox.

— And he's been on the other side for almost four months.

— But for him it's probably only a handful of days!

— AND THEN!

At the Cerberus' cry, Griffin took a step back. The heat had increased drastically and Misery's clothes were beginning to burn. Misery winced and with difficulty repressed his outburst.

— Sorry, baby. I know you're right.

He opened his arm to invite him to come against him. Griffin hesitated for a few seconds before slipping under the outstretched arm. He immediately felt the Cerberus relax when he was against him. The demon wrinkled his nose.

— You smell like singed hair.

Misery laughed into Griffin's neck as he inhaled the beloved scent.

— Sorry. It wasn't meant for you, you know.

Griffin sighed.

— I know.

They remained silent. Misery felt a purple and blue anguish emanating from Griffin. He breathed it in, trying to figure out what was bothering Griffin so much. He almost tasted it on his tongue, realizing that this abstract taste had been surrounding his partner since Gwen's disappearance.

— What's wrong with you, Griffin.

— I'm worried about you.

Misery tightened her arms around the demon.

— Try again.

Griffin opened his mouth. It would be so easy to tell him. He decided on a half—truth.

— I'm afraid of what's going to happen.

— I could have settled for that, you know. But it's not the truth. What is it that you don't dare to tell me, baby?