CHULANE
Can you hear it echoing?
Take my hand
Take my hand
C'mon Auni, his mind pleaded, praying to unknown gods he wasn't sure he believed in, as if his willpower alone could stir life in the little luxere, could convince him to take another breath, another step, another heartbeat, without his soulmate to tether him to this world anymore. But he poured his will into the call anyway, reaching out with gentle strokes to feel for any injuries that were physical upon his form - finding none, and counting that as a blessing in itself.
Water formed, and Chuy nodded in silent gratitude to the man (who he fully intended on drawing more words from after this present crisis had passed). Easing one hand beneath the shoulder of the beast, he rocked Auni's front so that he could reach the water with ease, cradling his head with the other until the luxere found strength of his own to hold himself upright. "Drink, little bud," he encouraged, having placed the biscuits on the cushion before the deerling, where he could reach them when he had wet his throat with the water first.
'You can do it Auni,' his thoughts beamed out, and had he more skill with the attuned bond, perhaps Deimos would've heard it. As it was, a surprising sensation seemed to echo his thoughts - a hopeless sense of longing, a deep sense of loss and grief, helplessness; chased by a swelling of love, of familiarity, of resilience and solidarity. And finally, a sense of determination, of mourning, of acceptance - and it almost knocked Chulane over, such was its power.
Auni began to drink, slowly at first, but he found his strength grew with every sip.
"Deimos I… I think I can feel him?" he questioned, his eyes blinking away a fresh wave of tears (they were happier this time, even if grief was still so fresh). "Is it possible? For a companion to bond to another?" Oh, but he wanted to hope, to hold onto Auni, this last fragment of Kiada he never intended on letting go of again.
Water formed, and Chuy nodded in silent gratitude to the man (who he fully intended on drawing more words from after this present crisis had passed). Easing one hand beneath the shoulder of the beast, he rocked Auni's front so that he could reach the water with ease, cradling his head with the other until the luxere found strength of his own to hold himself upright. "Drink, little bud," he encouraged, having placed the biscuits on the cushion before the deerling, where he could reach them when he had wet his throat with the water first.
'You can do it Auni,' his thoughts beamed out, and had he more skill with the attuned bond, perhaps Deimos would've heard it. As it was, a surprising sensation seemed to echo his thoughts - a hopeless sense of longing, a deep sense of loss and grief, helplessness; chased by a swelling of love, of familiarity, of resilience and solidarity. And finally, a sense of determination, of mourning, of acceptance - and it almost knocked Chulane over, such was its power.
Auni began to drink, slowly at first, but he found his strength grew with every sip.
"Deimos I… I think I can feel him?" he questioned, his eyes blinking away a fresh wave of tears (they were happier this time, even if grief was still so fresh). "Is it possible? For a companion to bond to another?" Oh, but he wanted to hope, to hold onto Auni, this last fragment of Kiada he never intended on letting go of again.
All the stars we steal from the nightsky
Will never be enough
Will never be enough
