The Demjin⤳JORBYN+JACHARY

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a storm raged outside and jonah hid under his blankets. the wind howled and it startled the boy.

a hand was placed on his back and began to rub slow circles. he looked over and corbyn sat there. he jumped up and crashed into his arms. the small boy sat in corbyn's lap and clung to him.

"e-ever sin-since e-esther di-died, i-i've had no-no on-one to-to he-help." jonah shook and stuttered with each word. corbyn cooed lightly.

"i'm sorry, little man, but i'm here now. i got you." the wind shook the house and jonah dug his face into corbyn's neck.
"Saints. if the wind could die down, it'd be less miserable." jonah looked up at the man.

"how old are you?" jonah asked and the blonde looked at him.

"one thousand two hundred and nineteen." jonah nodded and held up his fingers.

"i'm six." he held up six fingers. corbyn smiled. "so that makes you, one thousand...two hundred...and thirteen years older than me."

"good job, little man. didn't know they reached you subtraction that large."

"mommy taught me." they quieted after that. the wind could be heard in the back among their shallow breaths. "corbyn."

"yes?" he looked outside.

"how long will you be with me?" he asked and adjusted a bit. the question caught him off guard. how long was he going to be here?

"until you stop believing in me." corbyn spoke quietly.

"what if i always believe in you?"

"then i'll drift away. i'll probably leave and be reincarnated." jonah cocked his head at the word. "i'll be reborn and be a little boy again." jonah nodded at that. the wind died down and corbyn laid the boy down.

"do you ever get tired of just watching me all day?" jonah asked and the demjin shook his head.

"i do other things, little man. now rest." corbyn kissed his forehead and shrunk back.

"i love you, corbyn." his breath hitched in his throat and it tightened.

"i love you too, little man." he forced out and jonah kissed his cheek. then jonah was alone in the room. he felt a sense of comfort though and fell asleep easily.