• Triple Threat Together • [Zourry] |Man X Man|

[8]

It's officially a whole week since I had the best dream of my life.

Waking up, drenched in sweat as my amethyst |purple| orbs that typically displayed happiness morphs into a sorrowful, haunting blue, at the realization that my angel and the mysterious blue eyed stranger are figments of my imagination has become a normal occurrence.

A representation or sign of my deteriorating mental health spurred on by my lonely, mate less existence.

That's what I had labeled it as, though Ash thinks I'm just being overdramatic. Am not.

So this is what I've been reduced to huh? Creating imaginary mates to fill a void I never even realized I had.

Hm. How ironic.

I shake away the distracting thoughts as I weave through the forests, ignoring the enthusiastic greetings of the native creatures. On second thought, I instead settle on waving at them as guilt began to encircle my heart at their disheartened expressions.

I highly doubt I would be good company with my emotions in such disarray. Though I'd rather not let my gloomy mood spread.

My shimmering, golden wings flap rapidly, wrapping instinctively around my body at certain intervals so I can fit through tight spaces and expanding as I soar high above the great oak trees.

Andrej accompanied by Asher had visited me earlier, about an hour after my reoccurring morning episode, to ensure that I'm aware of the fact that the 'Mating Gala' is to be hosted by the Werewolves this year.

You'd think that mated folks would stay huddled in their lovely bubbles rather than waste their precious time sticking their noses in mateless folks business. Apparently not.

I dodge hastily, narrowly missing a very pointy branch that looks as if it took great pride in poking out the eyes of unsuspecting faeries like myself. Phew.

Obviously inattentive to my surroundings as I mulled over these plaguing thoughts, I make the excellent decision to sit a top the highest branch of some random tree.

The last thing I need is to be dismembered because I decided it was a good idea to space out as I flew through a darn forest. The foliages of the trees are extremely close together and create a very thick canopy. Yea, not a good idea at all.

'The Mating Gala.'

I would basically be traveling all alone since my closest friends-my only friends- are mated. I mean sure there are other mateless faeries that will be with me, but none that I cared about or knew personally.

Sigh. Oh my. Why couldn't my mate just be a faerie? That'd make life much easier.

A bitter taste surfaces in my mouth at that thought. I raise my eyebrows at that, taking notice of my body's signs of disapproval if the word 'mate' and anything negative is in the same sentence.

I can feel as my eyes change. Probably resembling a pearl as my normally hazel irises become white in confusion at my new discovery.

Is this a normal thing or am I different? I've never heard of such things happening to any other unmated people.

I also never learned any of that in school either. How peculiar.

My eyes catch sight of the infamous river where I was forcibly transformed into a merman. Folding my arms across my chest, I can't help but wonder if I can still do it or if it was just a one time thing. Hm.

Do I have the abilities of merfolk now? Gaah! Don't give in to the musing of those crazy people! You're a faerie not a merman.

I huff, poking my tongue out at the body of water that was trying to entice me. I don't need water! I don't even like water. I love the air and the wind as it rushes through my wings.

Yea. That's right. Faerie stuff.

I narrow my eyes at the demonic thing in disgust, as my nose twitches in irritation. I don't need you.

With my resolve set in place, I head towards town. I need to restock my house with food before I die of starvation. The fresh fruits I find in the forest can only do so much before I turn into a skin covered skeleton.

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It's about nine p.m. right now. My skin feels like a coat of dry scabs, my throat is burning and its too painful to blink.

I never realized how important water was until this very moment. Oh the irony.

My lips are as cracked and as dry as a warm concrete side walk during summer. The inside of my nose is so dry that every breath I take feels like torture. My nostrils can only flare in pain as the burning sensation intensifies.

What did I do to deserve this?

A flash of my earlier antics appears in my mind. Can't the universe take a joke? Such a cruel punishment for a lil sass? Dang.

My tongue is sand paper bitch and sand paper is my tongue. Yes. It's that bad.

I've emptied every bottle or any other container of water in my house, yet I feel no relief. Well I do but it only lasts for about five seconds.

As soon as the last drop of water lands on my tongue, the pain returns ten fold. I'm so thirsty. What is this?

I moan as I feel all the cells in my body cry out for water. You've drank all the fucking water! What the fuck do you want me to do?!

I can feel my vision fading in and out as a searing pain slices through my head. Oh fuck no.

The river pup, you need to go there.

The agonizing pain simmers down immediately at the sound of a mans voice, accompanied by a flash of those familiar blue eyes.

Oh my. God is that you? Don't stop talking.

I wanted to say those words but my dried lips are sealed together at this point, so I think what I want to say instead.

If I was in my right mind and not on the verge of death by dehydration, I would've smiled at the worried tone of the blue eyed stranger.

I'll keep talking if you try to get to the river right now. You need to hurry!

His voice regardless of how serious he's trying to be chimes beautifully, like an orchestra of tiny bells that vary in sound. Such a nice voice, so pretty.

Thank you. Little one I said to go to the river right now. Right now!

My disillusioned, self wanted to giggle and tell him to stop being such a worrywart. Something told me that he wouldn't appreciate that though and that it'd be best to just do as he says.

I try to lift my aching body from in front of the open fridge on my kitchen floor. I really tried but my body wouldn't listen to me.

My eyes that were on the verge of closing, snap open. They're most likely displaying all the colors of the rainbow, as a surprising shockwave of arousal engulfs me at his ferocious growl.

Oh. Very... Daddy-esque.

Little one. Go to the river.

I'm about to try and whine at his command and attempt to explain that my body won't move, something however, happens before I can do that.

Like a miracle taken straight out of the Bible, my weakened body gains a bit of strength and I'm able to crawl. Yes crawl, to my front door.

Maybe this really is God. I've never been religious but shit, thank you.

I manage to summon my wings and heave my corpse of a body in the air and begin flapping them in the direction of the river.

An amused chuckle follows and then silence as the blue eyed Daddy disappears. Aw, don't gooo.

I would pout, but with the state of my lips, I might accidentally rip them apart  and die from blood lost, so I abstain.

As soon as I'm above the river I retract my wings and free fall, my body letting out a figurative sigh of relief as I'm swallowed by the elixir of life.

I'll never bad mouth this river again.