DROW | ATEEZ

The Escape

Y/n became speechless by his words, as he wished for her to leave him for death by the burning flames. She weren't insecure nor hesitant as she already had taken an decision, "I can't believe what I've heard back at the hut, but I do not wish to leave you either.. no matter what, I will find an way to get you out of this madness safe and sound." She spoke, sounding determined and eager as she saw how the flames only had gotten wider and more aggressive.
The smoke began to spread like an thick, heavy mist, Y/n were coughing badly as she tried hard to find an way to get them out of the fire waves.
Suddenly she were reminded of something that she had been reading, "Sylvar, use your power! You might be able to break the chains!" Sylvar sighed and shook his head continuously as if he already have given up, "I've tried already, but I do not have enough power to break such strong chains.." he sighed, when suddenly the deep voice of his father speaking had made him look back up at him, "but I do.." he silently spoke as he looked at his son, who seemed confused as he interrupted.
"What are you talking about?" Sylvar raised an eyebrow as he looked at Solvar, who slightly replaced his gloomy expression with a soft smile.
With a gentle swing with his index finger, he managed to send an dark mist of magic out in the air, the mist surrounded the heavy golden chains. Sylvar became speechless as he watched how the black mist broke through the gold and made him almost drop right down into the ocean of flames.
Sylvar holds tightly onto one of the long chains there hung like an liana, giving him the opportunity to save himself from the burning fire. He looked at his father there seemed to already have given up on trying to save himself, "please, don't hesitate.. don't be as stupid and pathetic like I was - you may be an Drow, but you are also my own flesh and blood and I do not wish for you to become like me." He said in an low, raspy voice as he slowly began to lose consciousness. The flames soon began to take overhand and spread wildly.
"Sylvar!" He was bought back to reality when he heard Y/n screaming his name. He looked back down at her and immediately climbed up on the long chain and managed to escape safely.

The moment he landed back on the ground, he were met by Y/n there embraced him. She buried her face in his chest and cried her heart out as she were relieved and happy to finally hold onto him once again, she felt so calm and warm when he wrapped his strong, muscular arms around her small body and pulled her close to him, leaving no space in between them.
"Please.. do not leave me.." Y/n looked up at him with teary eyes. A sly smile appeared upon his lips while he wiped her fallen tears away with his thumb.
"Do not worry my love, I do not intend to do so." He once again wrapped his arms around her, while he peeked over to see the flames have grown and swallowed his father completely. Not only had he lost his mother to the flames, but now also his father, there sacrificed his life for his son's safety, "I'm sorry." He silently whispered as he let his gaze wander back to Y/n, who had finally calmed down as she melted into his gentle, calming embrace.

A few days had now passed after what happened that night back at the forest, Y/n have noticed that Sylvar had become even more silent than before. Every painful memory of his meeting with his biological father, hurts him more than he would have thought. He knew that he were no longer able to see either of his parents, and he regret every moment he spend with his father, every conversation - but the truth behind all his thoughts, were that if he never were to meet him, he wouldn't be that hurt as he is now. He managed to know who his real father is, but his hatred towards him and the decisions he had taken, had made him cold and blind for what might happen.
He never had imagined that his father would sacrifice his life to save him, but he did without any hesitation. It's been so many years since he last saw his mother, but now when he finally met his real father, he took him for granted, only because of his hatred.

Sylvar had been spending most of his time just standing down in the living room, making arrows and small spears for his hunts and self defense. Y/n had decided to finally go and talk with him.
He lets out a soft sigh as he placed another arrow down on the pile of sharp arrows and just stood in his own thoughts, until he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his torso.
"Sylvar, please.. speak to me.. don't avoid my presence." She spoke softly as she rested her head up against his back.
He inhaled the soft air before he let it all out in a low sigh and spoke, "you shouldn't be worrying about me, my love.." she looked back up at him and as she slowly loosened her grip around him and went to stand in front of him, to finally get eye contact. She shook her head and spoke, "something is bothering you and I'm here to help you with whatever you needs, but how can I know what you wants, when you don't speak to me?" He forced a smile upon his lips as he looked at her, "look, no matter how much you wants to help me, you can never bring my parents back to life.. so there is no need for you to try helping me at that point." He turned around on his heels and went towards the staircase, leaving Y/n behind in the living room, speechless.

She knew that if she keep pushing him, he would only get mad and being an Drow he have an aggressive, low temper. Without any hesitation she too went towards the stairs and slowly, with small steps, she made her way upstairs and went towards the bedroom, where Sylvar were hiding in.

As she slightly opened the door there leaded into the small room, she saw him sitting on his side of the bed. He didn't bother to look up at her and just leaned over the edge of the bedside. His long, ash black hair hung low and covered the most of his beautiful face.
Y/n sighed softly and went over towards him and sat down by his side.
As she placed her hand upon his back to give him some comfort, she felt how his muscles tensed up by her soft, warm touch. He were stressed and frustrated, he were sad, yet happy to finally be by her side.
A playful smirk appeared upon her lips as she lightly placed her hand above his chest and gently pushed him down onto the soft, warm blanket underneath him. He looked shocked up at her as she straddle him and sat down on his hips, slightly hovering over him, "what are you doing, my love?" He asked in an low, seductive voice as he looked up at her.. she lets out a small giggle as she lets her fingertips slide down his cheek, sending shivers down his spine, "releasing you from your stress." She whispered as she leaned down to brush her lips against his.
The warmth and sweetness from her lips had melted him into a passionate kiss, there soon broke out into a heated make out.

Their hot make out escalated as their hormones dragged them into the session of another round of love making. The sound of moans and groans filled the room as they were pleasuring each other with an passionate session of hot love making.
"F-Fuck! Ahhh.. f-faster! Ahhh!" Sylvar obeyed to each of her wishes and sped up the pace, while he lifted up her one leg over his shoulder and continued his hard, yet passionate thrusts inside her soaking wet womanhood. He groaned lowly as the warmth and tightness of her inside walls clenched around his hard member.
Y/n grabbed tightly onto the bedsheets and bite her lower lip, trying to hold back her moans, but as his member continuously kept hitting her sweet spot, she were unable to hold it back anymore, "arghh! Sylvar!" She arched her back as she felt a knot in her stomach slowly build up.
The liquid dripped down from her wet womanhood as his hard thrusts had gotten her even more aroused and in need for more. He slowly let her leg fall back down onto the soft blanket underneath her and hovered above her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet her with only a few inches away from her face, "I love you Sylvar." He holds his breath by her silent confession, he knew by the look on her face that each word were sincere. The memories of his mother were still faint and blurry, but he does remember her telling him how much she loves him and the same night where she got killed, those were the same last words she spoke to him, before she hid him away from the rebellion.
Faint tears slowly build up in the corner of his eyes as he smiled and nods, "I love you too, my dear.." he spoke in an low voice barely above an whisper.
He kissed her crimson lips before he began to softly move his hips once again, turning the heated love making into soft and passionate sex.

They were both laying on the bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Y/n turned her head aside to look at him, he holds his eyes closed and his breathing slowly became more stable as he had finally been able to relax. A soft smile appeared upon her lips as she slowly moved closer into his embrace and snuggled up in his arm.
She looked down his body and gently let her fingertips run over his many tattoos and spoke, "what does all your tattoos means?" She asked silently, waif or his answer.
His answer to her question were shockingly...

"They are reminders of all my failures and all the blood I had spilled.."