Spirit Animals Oneshots

Kirat x Dawson - Never Forget

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Requested by Dasharoo
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Dawson's PoV -

It was just a normal evening, the sky was mostly dark and Trunswick's citizens were going about their business. I had just managed to get away from the stress of being an Earl after having worked late. I was on my way home to see my handsome boyfriend, Kirat, I felt bad for not spending more time with him but my citizens needed me. There was no other option.

I turned onto a dark alley, never a good place to be but it was the fastest route to Kirat's and my home. As my eyes tried to focus to the darker light my feet lost traction and sent me face first to the ground. I landed with a groan. Something smelt awful and I was laying in a pile of sticky liquid. I felt around trying to find the papers I had dropped when my hand touched a human's skin. "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't quite see well, have you seen the papers I dropped?" I asked whomever it was.

There was no reply, I shook the human again, still no reply. Then a bright light engulfed the entire alley, my eyes adjusted and I seen who I had been shaking. A dead corpse, freshly killed with a knife still stuck in the skull. It's eyes were glazed over and staring at me. I couldn't help but scream. People swarmed around me, they all wore black leather and had the same spiral tattoo on their head. I had heard of these people, even though the wyrm had been killed years ago and some of my friends had helped in its defeat, there were still people that worshiped it. They were all in a cult that killed in the name of the wyrm. And apparently they had infiltrated my town!

     "Stand, boy!" This was the commanding voice of their leader.

     I listened and got to my feet, I wondered if I could take them in a fight, if I called Rumfuss out? No, there were to many of them. Maybe I could try to run away and escape? No, surely one of them could catch me. I decided I would have to stand my ground or at least see what their next move would be. "Look here at this light," another man stated with a scary smirk.

     I seen no harm in the light so I stared at it. Moments later the light brightened in an instant and my eyes began to blur. I fought this weird feeling but moments later I felt myself blackout and fall.

Kirat's PoV -

     Where is Dawson!? I paced the house franticly, he should be home by now. Maybe he was hurt or was he cheating on me, no, Dawson would never do that!? He must be hurt, I decided. I would have to go look for him, I grabbed my coat and went outside and faced the winter air of Trunswick, something I would never get use to. I knew the route Dawson normally took, he took some rather shady alleyways which I had warned him about but then again I always told him to hurry home, the alleys were that faster way home. I began backtracking his normal route, I got to a particularly dark alley and I smelt blood. Worry coursed through my body and I hurried down the alley looking left and right. The dim candle I held didn't offer me much light but it was better than what Dawson would have had when he walked down this alley.

     Laying in a pool of blood was Dawson. I screamed and crouched down next to him. "Dawson!" I yelled his name, "wake up!"

     "Hmmm, where am I," Dawson blinked his eyes open, I inspected him, he had a wound on the back of his head, presumably from his fall but the rest of the blood was not his own.

     "You're in an alley, let's get you home," I picked my boyfriend up and hurried back down the alley, this place gave me the creeps.

     "Where's home?" Dawson asked.

     "You really did hit your head hard, well, we're not far from home, you'll remember when you get there," I kissed Dawson and continued carrying him in silence.

     "Do you remember now?" I asked Dawson as I stepped inside our home.

     Dawson looked like he was wreaking his brain, "Maybe..."

     I sighed and set my boyfriend in our bed, "Get some rest, you'll feel more like yourself in the morning," I kissed him goodnight and cuddled in bed next to him.

     I woke to a scream, Dawson's scream, "Where am I?!"

     Maybe I was wrong about the whole, you'll feel more like yourself in the morning thing. "Dawson, you're at home, you have to go to work in an hour," I stared with a glance at the clock.

     Dawson looked as if he was really thinking hard, "I work as an Earl, right?"

     "Of course you do, Dawson, and I'm very proud of you," I kissed him gently and cuddled into his chest, "Let's sleep awhile longer."

     Dawson hugged me and we both fell asleep for a few more minutes. I was awoken with a kiss. I opened my eyes to find Dawson dressed in his best business attire, he smiled at me. "Thanks babe," I returned his smile, "have a good day at work."

     "I was wanting to talk to you about that," Dawson sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, "Where do I work?"

     "Dawson, what do you mean, where do you work," I felt as if I could cry, why couldn't Dawson remember anything, "we talked about this a few minutes ago."

     "I forgot," was Dawson's reply.

     I really did cry this time, "Dawson, why can't you remember anything!"

     Dawson wrapped me into a hug, "I'm so sorry, I love you and I don't want to hurt you but I can't help it, I don't know what caused this but I can't remember any of my past life."

     "Dawson, what's my name?" I asked through tears, he had to know this, he had to.

     Dawson began to cry now, "I'm so sorry, I don't know!"

     "It's Kirat," I sobbed and walked away.

     "Kirat, wait please, I love you!" Dawson tackled me with a hug, "I won't forget your name again, I promise!"

     I kissed him and hugged him, "Don't go to work today," I squeezed him, I didn't want the Dawson I knew to go away.

     I cuddled him all day, telling him stories of our lives together. I told him about his brother, whom Dawson forgot he had. I told him about his father and I read him old stories of Rumfuss the Boar and I had to remind him he had a spirit animal. I ended with a promise that I would love him no matter what. We fell silent after that and about a half hour later Dawson looked up at me with his innocent eyes, "Who are you?"

     I sobbed, I had lost him, I lost the Dawson I always known.

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A year later after failed therapy and many explanations of who I was. I stood with tears in my eyes, looking down at my boyfriend I had loved so very much, even when he himself forgot how to love. He lay in a casket surrounded by flowers, "Ill never forget you, Dawson," I cried.