Spirit Animal Ficlets

A Heart On A Sleeve

Shane had gotten sick. Not Sick sick but instead had gain a skin condition. On top of the scaly skin condition he normally had, this new condition was pink and heart shaped. An ugly condition. The redcloak healer had said that he gotten a condition called Heart On Sleeve. Its name was drawn from the term Wear Your Heart On Your Sleeve, which meant people were sometimes to nice.

This condition was not like that. Instead, he was so in love that his love was seeping out of him. It was contagious to anybody else but it would grow and grow and grow until he was a Heart Full, an erdasian hinged on love. Kisses and hugs and love. They couldn't think of anything else until they died from starvation, dehydration, desperation, or heartbreak in some cases.

It had infected his whole left arm and creeping up his neck and down his chest. Shane hated when it grew. It only grew when he thought about his crush. The person who had caused the sickness and done it without knowing they had made him sick. There was one cure.

Kiss the person you are in love with. They must kiss you back with the same feelings. Shane knew he was going to die first before ever getting a kiss like that. A true love kiss.

At the redcloak-greencloak alliance meeting, Shane kept itching at his infected arm. The Infection had a mind of its own. It wanted to touch the person he loved, to feel their heartbeat and the soft skin, and their-

Shane hissed at his arm. It was bleeding from where he had accidentally scratched himself.

Pink skin peeked out of his sleeve. Somebody was gently leaning forward "Are you okay?" Conor asked, as he reached a hand out like waiting to be given permission.

Shane's arm wasn't his arm in that moment. Everything went wrong in that second. From Shane simply being hurt to slamming his arm on the table with his free arm and the air in the room growing thick. His infected arm scratched at the table, wanting to touch Conor for even a little bit. Shane stood with a blush on his face "I'm sorry, I need to exit for a moment," he said and was out within moments.

He had barricaded himself in a bathroom and investigated his arm. The scratch wasn't too deep but stil it stung and would be hurting for a few days. Meanwhile his sickness had crawled further up his neck and under his chin. It was bad written all over. The greencloaks had never been made aware he had gotten sick since it wasn't their problem and Shane refused to let anybody but his closest allies know. The door cracked open "Hi Shane," Conor greeted.

Shane pulled his sleeve down but the greencloak had alreasy seen the nasty pink disease. He looked up at Shane "Fancy anybody?" He asked.

Stupid Trunswick teaching him fancy words and stupid cute accent from being a sheep boy. The infection crawled up his lower lip.

Conor drew closer "Are you actually okay Shane? I've seen people get-"

"You're really cute!"

Shane blushed and covered his mouth. Conor was blushing too. The redcloak looked away from embarrassment "Sorry it makes me say stupid things," he said.

Conor laughed. A happy sound that made Shane want to make him laugh more. A hand touched his arm. A hand covered in pink hearts that had surpassed his elbow. Shane looked at Conor "Mine started last week, I've been thinking too much I guess," he said.

The hand touched his jaw, Shane was looking into Conor's deep blue eyes. The greencloak had blue eyes once but ever since his spirit animal bond had formed and grown, his eyes became blue like Briggan's own. Soft warm lips kissed his and Shane melted. He felt happy and warm and fuzzy.

Then it was over. Conor smiled "So got anybody you fancy?" He asked again in a teasing tone.

Shane twined his now normal hand into Conor's "Maybe I do," he replied.