Astrology Loves

A Better Day

The fight had been violent, and Chaos felt bad for Cruso. He had heard him yelling for him to stop, but a cork had been pulled and everything was flooding out. He woke up to Cruso leaning on him, still asleep as ever. He smiled. His soft features and wide eyes were relaxed by sleep. Smiling, Chaos took a quick picture but was alarmed. The shutter sound was on, and Cruso's eyes opened slowly and fluttering. 

"Huh?" he said, barely audible and his voice still wrapped in sleepiness. It was quite cute. 

"Oh nothing baby a tree branch broke" Chaos said just too quickly but Cruso was too sleepy to notice it. He did notice the blood on Chaos's knuckles though and sighed: "I thought it was a dream" before nuzzling his head into the crook of Chaos's neck. 

"I'm so sorry my love" Chaos cooed. He felt so bad. Guilty and regretful. Would they kick him from camp for a fight? He wasn't sure. He pushed the thought from his head, not wanting it to ruin this perfect seeming day. It was a crisp morning, bright and clean. He wondered what they should do?