Deathly Protection

Mystery

Reaper snuggled himself into his bed, trying his best to fall asleep. He wasn't really that tired. If at all. He had started to sleep less again, though Xasilinta was very persistent, so it wasn't like he could get away from that even if he tried.

A few hours passed by without a sound from him, he slowly drifting into a light slumber, when Xasilinta climbed into his bed. Reaper noticed that he did that when he believed the older was finally asleep.

The Death God pretended to still be sleeping so he could just enjoy the younger's comfort. But he didn't know what was going to happen...

"I'm so sorry..." The smaller whispered, nuzzling his head into the older's neck. "I-I sho-shouldn't..." His voice cracked softly, wet tears dripping onto the other monster.

Reaper kept himself still, only moving to wrap his arm around the other, snuggling into him. He did that often enough that it came naturally and the Passion God wouldn't find it odd, or weird.

Xas softly cried into the sorrow filled monster, tightening his grip on the poor male's shirt. 

"I'm sorry... I-I can't... I-I want to..." The words were incomplete, but filled with so much sorrow and grief... The white wearing god seemed to have been trying to say something, but the sadness they felt, left them unable to.

The dark god was in utter confusion. The white god never says anything about where he's from nor about why he was made... Just giving vague details and trying his best to make him happy...

The dark god felt guilt enter him as he hugged the younger a bit tighter... Was it his fault that they were crying?

He mentally shook his head. No, they were still young and literally were the embodiment of Passion... Passion can be many different things and sometimes overwhelming... But why was he saying sorry... What did he do that he was sorry about?

"I-I can't wa-wait longer... P-Please... Please get better... Please..." Xasilinta murmured, feeling sleep pull him down. He wanted his friend to get better... He needed him to get better...

Reaper waited until the younger was asleep, tears in his own eyes. He was the reason for their tears... But something was wrong... Why was he saying sorry? What was he waiting for?

"I'll get better..." The dark God whispered, kissing the top of his healer's head... The spark... The spark that he and his lost love shared... It was there... It was the same wonderful spark... "Just for you..."