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Moss let out a small triumphant laugh as a small fire lit. Caelum felt perhaps slightly impressed. However, the feeling of his shivering body begging for warmth overshadowed his pride. He watched Moss search for anything dry to feed to the flame of life, then watched them pull out a book from their pack.
They grimaced for a moment, looking around the cave, then back to Caelum. Moss bit his lip, then sighed as he threw the book into the flames.
Caelum recognized that dumb title.
It was their favorite book.
"You.. didn't have to do that." Caelum struggled to speak through the cloudy haze of his head. He brought a hand up to his heavy eyes. Something wet had brushed his eyes lids. It was sticky, and heavy, and it dried almost immediately, making his eyes itch.
He sniffed in frustration and caught a wiff of a familiar odor. He only now noticed how much the air reeked with that metallic smell. It drove some kind of pit in his stomach, made his fangs poke into his lip, and his throat all of a sudden way too dry.
"Dont do that!" Moss hurriedly rushed over, dropping back to his knees. He placed his hands on Caelums abdomen, earning a harsh hiss and a very tight grip to his wrist. Caelum grip softened when Moss made a small pained noise.
"So...fuck that hurts..." Caelum groaned out a bit, trying to stop squirming under Moss's touch. He could hear how quickly Moss's heart was, like a small quickly paced Metronom. It reminded him of that time his mother taught him to play piano. The ticking weirdly filled him with a sense of comfort. It didn't matter the speed, especially when his mother kept up with it so effortlessly. He used to sit next to her for hours, listening to the melodic tunes as he watched the pendulum go back and forth and back and forth an-
"Hey! Don't fall asleep." Moss voice broke him out of that memory. It was weird. An oh warm memory compared to the storm brewing outside. He'd hope Ophelia and Leysir were okay.
"Caelum!"
"I'm awake." He seethed. He opened his eyes to look at his distressed friend. The little prince wide brown eyes seemed to shine in the fire light. Caelum found himself dazed by it. He could swear in the brown were speckes in gold. Like honey out of a tree.
"What?" Moss murmured when he noticed the staring.
"You have pretty eyes." His words slipped through his delirium. He noticed how Moss's eyes widened a bit, face darkening with red, how his little Metronom picked up a bit. How fast his pulse was. How boood rushed through his veins. He turned away, licking his dry lips. He mouth felt so dry and tasteless.
"It's cold.."
"It's warm actually." Moss laughed out, pressing further into the wound. "Fuck, what do I do..?" He muttered quietly but Caelum heard him.
It was quiet for a moment. Just the crackling of fire and the rolling thunder outside. Light night struck and it made Caelum wince slightly. He wondered how his sister was. She hated nights like these. She always used to curl up next to him, and he'd tell her random stories to distract her. It seemed like such a distant memory.
His stomach began to hurt.
"I have to eat." Caelum sat a bit straighter, despite Moss's orders. "If I don't, it's going to get dangerous."
"You can hardly sit straight!" Moss raised his voice, pressing harder into the wound. Caelum hissed and yanked away Moss's hand. He glared deeply into Moss eyes.
"If I don't, one of us is going to die."
"Then feed on me."
Caelum eyes widened at the audacity. He snarled, pulling Moss a bit closer by his wrist. "I'm not in the mood for you antics, little prince." He growled lowly, baring his teeth, only becoming more pissed when Moss showed no fear to it. "I'm dying and you're still trying to use me for your weird fetish."
