Forgive me: An Aonung story

The gift

"Shall we go grab something to eat" he says with a warm smile as I nod my head, "come on then." He says as he comes by my side helping me stand up, I couldn't help but hiss slightly at the pain, "I'm sorry" he whispers. "It's not your fault. Stop apologising" I say with a chuckle trying to lighten his mood.

He kept his grip tightly on me as he walked us over to the campfire for our lunch, Aonung carefully sat me down onto the floor next to my twin. "I'll go get us some food" he says with a smile as he walked off, "he was going insane the whole time you were out" Lo'ak smirks by my side. "He was?" I question, "yes the boy could not sit still" my twin chuckles.

"Neither could you Lo'ak" my dad says smirking to my twin, "aww Lo'ak" I tease him. "What you're my twin of course I was stressing. Who would I do stupid things with" he says with a chuckle gently patting my arm. "You'd be lost without me" I say with a big smile, "yes I would" he sighs.

"Here" Aonung says as he sat back down by my side, hanging me my food. I happily tuck in I was famished, not eating for a week would do it to you. "Not too quick you'll make yourself sick" Aonung chuckles, he gently brushed his hand through my hair, "would you like me to do your hair..it's still got blood in it" he says quietly.

I couldn't help but blush at his words, it was an intimate act for a boy to do someone's hair, it was different if it was a family member. "Yes please" I whisper back to him as he nods his head. "Would you like to go now?" he asks me as I nod my head, "okay" he says quietly as he comes by my side helping me up.

He kept a tight grip on me as he slowly walked us over to the sea, "I wanna wash some of the blood out of your hair. It'll sting for a second, but the sea has good healing properties for your wounds" he says with a smile. He walks us into the shallows of the water, getting me to sit down so the water could touch my shoulders. I scrunch my face up as the water started to touch my wounds, but soon calmed down once my body got used to it.

Aonung gently washed the blood out of my hair, soon leaning me on my back so he could reach my forehead. I could see the sadness in his eyes as I looked up to him, "I'm okay" I say with a reassuring smile. "I know, I just don't like knowing that you're hurt. That's all my love" he says as I blush at his words. The water around us turned a red hue due to the dried blood in my hair.

He carefully sits me back up in the water as he helps me stand, "you okay?" He asks concerned, "yeah" I whisper back to him as he leads us to the shore. "Would you like me to your hair in my pod?" He questions me with a smile, as I nod my head. I knew his pod would probably be empty so no one would walk in, where as my pod my siblings would definitely be lingering about. I knew If they watched this some of them would definitely tease me about it for the rest of the day.

Aonung rests his back against the wall of the tent as he pats the space between his legs gesturing for me to sit. I slowly make my way down to the floor as I scrunch my face up in pain letting out a small hiss. Once I sat between his legs he leant me back against him, "comfy?" He asks as I nod my head. He starts to take the couple of braids that I had in my hair out, "how would you like it?" He questions me, "I don't know..whatever you think" I say with a small smile.

"I like it down, maybe I'll do some loose braids. Would you like some shells in your hair..instead of beads. You don't have too" he asks me shyly, "I'd love that" I say happily, "oh okay ..well I did actually go and collect some while you were asleep. Here" he says as she hands me a bag full. There was some beautiful colours, I picked up the pearlescent white between my fingers as I watched it glimmer in the light.

"You like those ones?" He asks with a smile as I nod my head, "our shell colours have meaning" he says quietly. "White means love, I'm happy you chose that one" he spoke lightly, even though he knew I didn't know what it meant he was still happy I chose it. "I like the pink too" I say as I pick it up, "hmm, that means you're spoken for" he says with a smirk.