Witch in the Woods

Chapter: 5

(A/N: Sorry for posting so late at night, the WiFi is down and I had to spend like 2 hours trying to get this up)

P.O.V Unknown

"You idiot! You're going to get us both killed!"

The garnet eyed man just simply ignored the abnormally tall human, instead focusing on the unconscious human in his hold. He was surprisingly heavy, but then again, he was like 75% muscle.

"We're going to get caught, then they'll throw us into jail, I won't be able to protect you- "

"I can protect myself thank you very- "

"We'll be trialed, slandered, and-and then KILLED!"

"WE'RE GOING TO BE BURNED AT THE STAKE- "

The smaller rolled his eyes at the tallers antics, ignoring his ranting and "what ifs". Letting him get it all out of his system, so he could be of some use.

"Are you done yet?!"

The younger instantly shut up, peering over at the struggling occult. The older was barely holding him up, looking as though he was holding an anvil and not a human. The taller sighed, mumbling incoherently as he swiftly picked up the other human. With no struggle, he carried him bridal style to the bed. Taking the upmost care to ensure that he wouldn't hurt the unconscious boy. Once he was successfully situated on the bed, the occult started to pout.

"You didn't even break a sweat- "

"It's because I don't abuse magic, and use it every chance I get. I do things the old-fashioned way," In an almost condescending manner, the taller started to pat the smallers head. A smug smile plastered on his face. The garnet eyed male swat at the hand on his head, snarling at his so-called boyfriend.

"I hate you- "

"You know, you are so adorable when you're mad,"

The other sputtered, thrown off by the sudden declaration. His face turning a brighter garnet than that of his eyes.

"I'm not adorable," He grumbled, head hung low as to not let the other see his crimson face.

"Mhmmm," The younger smiled in triumphant, seeing his blush even though his chin was tucked firmly to his chest.

"Stop flirting, we have work to do," The occult quickly scampered over to the bed, desperate to change the subject. As he quietly willed the burning sensation to leave his face, he observed the priest-in-training.

His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his raven locks stuck sporadically in different directions to his forehead. Pain etched his features, a constant string of whimpers leaving his sealed lips. He knew this wasn't due to the boy's physical wounds, this was clearly the work of magic.

"This is so much worse than I thought," he sighed. A sudden sense of exhaustion took over him, this was going to take a lot of magic to fix.

"What is it? Is he already dead? Is there even any chance of saving him now?" Although the taller seemed like he didn't care for the other human moments before, he sure seemed concerned now. Then again, they already have gotten this far, so it would be a waste of a trip if they weren't able to save him.

"I can fix the physical injuries, and I can help stabilize the magic in his body," He furrowed his eyebrows as his looked at the emerald haze flowing through the boy's veins, it seemed to be everywhere. It wasn't natural, there was far too much magic in his body. But what didn't make sense was that the magic wasn't attacking the human, albeit magic was the cause of his current state.