I was so tired, I was so tired of it all. Of all the fighting, of all the negativity, of all the washed up dreams thrown down and all the promises to return broken.
I tried to speak but my voice was so sore from all the yelling, my mind was so washed up from all the thinking, and my body was so tired with all the battling, yet all I could muster was a single sentence in a sob.
“I- Why is this so frustrating, Dain?”
Dain pulled me close. Into his embrace he hugged me tight, I was so exhausted from fighting. My every muscle aches, finally getting their chance to rest and taking it in its entirety. I felt myself melt into him practically becoming boneless in his hug as my whole body relaxed, the lack of sleep started to seep in.
“It is not your fault… Do not blame yourself for the faults of others.” Dain only rubbed his hair back, the relaxing motion further driving Aeolus to sleep.
Dain stayed like that for a moment, making sure Aeolus was asleep before picking him up bridal style, being careful of his wings, Dain made sure to position Aeolus in the most comfortable position before making his stand to leave the battlefield.
The land filled with charred black ground and rivers of red splattered everywhere, golden blood falling from those of mighty places. The air thick with gray smog and the horizon a golden red fanning out into the marron sky.
Blood dripped down from his figure, but he could care less as they were only minor wounds. His main concern was his love, Who had fought bravely without anyone close enough to help in time.
They needed their rest, the both of them.
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