Simon Snow and Basilton Grimm-Pitch; the self-proclaimed super villain that almost ate up all magic and the world's friendliest, least-bloodthirsty vampire. Together they make a bit of an odd couple, but there is no doubt that they are desperately...
Baz is straining to stay awake, his grey eyes dark and full of agony.
"Simon." Hearing him croak out my name again only breaks my heart even more than seeing him like this. His eyelids flutter, and with a visible effort he lifts them again. I hold his face, brushing my thumbs over his cheeks, being careful to avoid his twin black eyes and broken-looking nose. Feeling the warmth of his laboured breaths on my skin.
"Baz-- Baz, stay with me, darling. I need you to stay awake... please..." Tears start to roll down my cheeks, evaporating in the heat still pouring out of me before they can drip from my chin.
"Simon..." he repeats, his mouth working like he wants to say more but the words won't come out.
And then his eyes roll up in his head, and his head lolls forward onto my chest.
"Baz!" I'm screaming now, not caring who or what hears me.
Baz doesn't stir.
So I do what I've always done.
I let my magic rise to the surface. And then I push.
And then the world fades away.
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